Vanessa "What's wrong, Mama?" Diego inquires, his eyes searching mine, a mix of concern and curiosity evident in his voice. But his gaze is still guarded, his walls still firmly in place. I chew on my lip. "Nothing. This...Everything is just really overwhelming," I mutter, avoiding his intense stare. The weight of unspoken truths hangs in the air, but I'm not ready to confront them just yet. He hums thoughtfully. "We can stay in here for a while. They'll think we couldn't wait to consummate the marriage." I grimace in disgust. "In the church? Really?" Why am I surprised? I just get my ass spanked and sucked his dick a few rooms down from here. "You're my wife now. I can fuck you whenever and wherever." He brushes a thumb across my lips. "Although, you don't have to worry about that happening here. We'll save that for tonight." Fear flashes across my face. "I thought you said—" He chuckles, an arrogant smile curling his lips. "Yes, Vanessa. I plan to have you begging fo
Vanessa "Where are we going?" I ask for the millionth time since I was ushered onto this deathtrap. I've never been in the air before, but this aircraft is fun sized compared to the ones I've seen on tv. It's really luxurious, though. The cabin is surprisingly spacious despite the small exterior, and the soft, warm lighting creates an ambiance that's both intimate and welcoming. The seats are a plush embrace of leather, each stitch a testament to careful craftsmanship. The color scheme, a blend of cream, brown, and grey, exudes a sense of elegance. There is a huge, flat screen monitor in the center that I could use to distract myself from the possibility of us falling from the sky and crashing into the ocean below, but Diego doesn't seem to have a problem with me downing this bottle of wine, so I'll stick with that. With the bottle now halfway empty, I'm feeling somewhat relaxed. Before we left, he had me sign the marriage certificate and another contract pretty much stating I was
Diego "Diego, why are you calling me again? Shouldn't you be enjoying your honeymoon?" Leo asked, irritation evident in his tone. "Did the shipment arrive?" I ask, dismissing him. He repeats that question every time I call, but the knot in my stomach only loosens when I confirm that everything is running as it's supposed to. "Yes, it appears that Viktor has backed down. Although, I did punish Ernesto for last time. Viktor should have never been able to get his hands on it in the first place." "Perfecto (perfect)." Leo adds, "We've been closely watching Viktor's actions since the wedding, and up to now, there haven't been any signs of suspicious movements." I anticipated this, but now I can't find any peace, tormented by the thought that he's out there scheming for revenge instead of facing the consequences in hell where he belongs. It might sound absurd, but despite the extensive security I have placed all over the island, the fear persists that one day I'll wake up, and
Diego Next week, I intend to summon her sister here. And if my busy ass sister is available, I'll invite her as well. I want to ensure that Vanessa doesn't feel lonely. I never want her to endure that again in this life. She's no longer anyone's prisoner. I made it clear when I handed her a brand-new phone and laptop. I've entrusted her to be a good girl, aware that privileges can be taken away. She's grown accustomed to my methods of discipline by now. Our eyes lock in an intimate connection as I trail kisses down her stomach. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Reyes. You're right, and I want to make it up to you." I sense her body shudder. "How are you going to do that?" she asks in a whisper. "Like this." I spread her legs, planting her feet on the desk as I eye her bare, shaved pussy. Dipping my finger between her second pair of lips, I find that she's already fucking soaked for me. Such a good girl. I've never enjoyed giving oral sex to women before. One has never been worthy of my mo
Vanessa I pull on a vibrant yellow sundress, a deliberate choice to provide some relief from the heat of the tropical weather. As I sit on the bed, I feel a buzz of anticipation coursing through me for the upcoming dinner date. Diego has been so busy working, I was starting to believe that he wouldn't honor our deal, but we're finally having dinner together, and hopefully I'll get some answers. My gaze drifts towards the dresser, where Mom's urn rests. Diego's decision to have his men pack it caught me off guard, but he said that it was to prioritize my comfort. The unexpected trust he displays by providing me with a phone and laptop, granting access to the outside, leaves me feeling grateful. Despite the unfavorable circumstances, I appreciate these gestures from him. I decide to call Alicia and check on her. She was also given more freedom, of course with supervision. The men pretty much take her where she wants to go and cater to her every need. It's a huge difference from th
VanessaThe rhythmic pounding in my chest competes with the soft shuffle of sand under my feet as I trail behind Danny to the ocean. The night air is warm, and the only sound is the calming rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. Wasn't this what I wanted? A chance to build a connection with him? Despite the monster I know he is, he's still my husband. We'll have to find a way to coexist, at least for now. Maybe I'll consider Alicia's plan to escape when I return. By then, I could completely earn Diego's trust, and he wouldn't suspect a thing until we're already out of the country. It's a last resort, though. I shudder at the thought of spending the rest of my life on the run, especially knowing he'd undoubtedly come looking for me. My heart flutters when I see that Diego has laid out a blanket on the sand with two plates of food and glasses of champagne. The soft glow of battery-operated candles casts a warm ambiance around us, accentuating the large, beautiful moon that
VanessaDiego's choice to not be a monster was taken away before he was even born. "At twenty-five, the man I knew was gone, and I assumed his role as the head of the family. Before his body even grew cold, Celeste ordered Nathan to kill me. He managed to get me alone, claiming to need my help. Then, he shot me right there." He opens his shirt a bit more to reveal the tattoo. "He had a shit aim," he chuckles, bitterness seeping into the laughter. "Completely missed my heart, but left scars that run deeper than any bullet could." Anger and sadness surge through me. How could Celeste order the execution of a man she raised, even if he wasn't biologically hers? It's a sickening realization about the depth of her cruelty that she did so well to hide when we met at the wedding. I also begin to wonder how many times he has been shot. I suddenly notice that beneath his intricate tattoos are scars from what I assume are gunshot and stab wounds. "Why get his name tattooed on your body
Vanessa I wake up to find Diego seated on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a navy dress shirt and black slacks. His gaze is fixed on my mother's urn, stroking his chin in deep thought. After our interrupted date two nights ago, he hurried me into the house and left me with Danny while he had to handle "business". I suspect it involved violence, given the urgency, but naturally, I didn't ask. I'm just relieved that he's returned unharmed. "Good morning, husband," I say, a bit too cheerfully. I refuse to acknowledge just how much I missed him during his absence. His gaze flickers to me, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips. "Buenos días (good morning), Mama." I brush off the warmth in my chest. "You didn't get shot again, did you?" I inquire, scanning his body for any signs of harm. He chuckles softly, a cautious gleam in his eyes. "Nah, it wasn't like that. It was more of a...bureaucratic affair. My tech guy found some information I've been after, and I needed t
Vanessa This was a mistake. I thought I could do this, but how could I have been so wrong? "Eyes on me, mama," Diego growls, his voice low and commanding, yet laced with tenderness. "You're here with me. No one else. It's just us. Focus on the way I feel inside of you." I want to believe him, but my voice trembles as I whisper "I-I can't-" My eyes clamp shut, as if doing so could block out fear crashing over me in relentless waves, threatening to pull me under. What was I thinking? Of course, I can't do this. I shouldn't have even tried. Now, I'm disappointing both my husband and myself. Diego's voice slices through my thoughts like a knife. "You can do anything you put your mind to, mi amor. Focus on me. Ride me and take your pleasure. I know you can do it." His words are an anchor, pulling me from the abyss. I take a deep breath, my hands bracing against his chest as I start to move again, each roll of my hips a defiance against the darkness trying to reclaim me.
Vanessa After washing the remnants of Celeste's blood from my skin, Diego lifts me into his arms and carries me to bed. He gently lays down beside me, his warmth seeping into my body as I rest against his bare chest. "We don't have to talk about what happened tonight," Diego's voice is a low murmur as his fingers trace soothing patterns along my spine. "But how are you feeling?" I take a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me. "Good. How are you feeling?" I tilt my head to meet his gaze, seeking reassurance. The gravity of what I've just done hangs between us—killing his stepmother and revealing that I thought I was pregnant with his brother's baby. I didn't mean for it to come out like that, but Celeste needed to know just how much she had lost before I took her life. It felt so fucking good. Better than I anticipated, to end her life with my own hands, to see the light leave her eyes as I stole it away. The power and retribution was exhilaratin
Diego Vanessa turns to me, hurt and betrayal clouding her eyes. "Diego, you knew about this?" Shit."Yes," I reply without hesitation. I've known since Alicia was first abducted, but I didn't want her to harbor ill feelings toward her sister. Not while she's still mourning her. "See? As the collar around your neck implies, you are nothing but a pet to him. A piece of ass like your mother."Vanessa's head snaps back to her, and in an instant, she holds the blade to Celeste's throat. "I'd shut your fucking mouth if I were you," she hisses. I can tell it's exactly what Celeste wants. If Vanessa gets angry enough to just slit her throat, she won't have to endure torture anymore. Vanessa must see through it too. She lowers the knife, shaking her head. "I won't let you go out the easy way. It isn't fair to everyone you've hurt," she says quietly. "Vete a la mierda (fuck you)," Celeste spits.As soon as the words are out of her mouth, Vanessa drives the knife into her bound hand. Celes
Diego "Are you sure about this, Mama?" I ask, zipping up the back of her leather jumpsuit, my fingers lingering longer than necessary. She looks so fucking sexy in this. The smooth, black material hugs her curves, and knowing she's about to kill my stepmother makes it nearly impossible to fight a hard-on. Her grey eyes gaze back at me through the mirror. "You already said I could," she points out, her voice steady and unwavering. "I know, just wanted to make sure." When she turns around, I study her face for any flicker of uncertainty. Instead, I find only determination. I should feel fucking ecstatic that she's going to kill my biggest traitor and the bitch that made my childhood hell, but worry gnaws at me. I fear this might bring Vanessa more nightmares, or worse, trap her in her own head again. But I also have so much faith in her. Danny couldn't protect her while he was dying. I got the report from my men: twelve men were taken out, most of them by her alone. My feisty mama.
Vanessa"Your mamá called looking for you. What do you want me to tell her?" Diego interrupts, pulling me into his lap in the chair beside Camila's sleeping form. His mom? I've never heard Danny mention her before. I wasn't even aware he had family, since they haven't visited him. Danny's response catches me off guard. "Don't tell her shit. She'll have a heart attack.""Wait, you're not going to tell your mom you technically died and you're in the hospital?" I ask incredulously. "Nah, she actually might come try to kill Jefe, and I doubt she wants to mess with you. I realize you're kinda loco, Nessa.""Me?" I point to myself. "Yes, or did you forget that you took down what had to be like ten men by yourself?""Oh, I guess that's true," I muse. "But that was only out of desperation. I don't think I could do something like that if our lives didn't depend on it.""I believe you could," Diego purrs in my ear. I shudder at the compliment, making him laugh. "Why would she come after hi
VanessaDressed in all black, Diego and I stand side by side, silently watching the expensive coffin lower into the freshly dug grave. The sight is somber, but the weight of the occasion presses harder on my chest than the physical cold of the day. Diego had assured me that I wasn't required to attend this funeral, just like the four others. It's only been a week since Danny's entire team was murdered, and I feel compelled to pay my respects to each of them. These men sacrificed their lives to protect me. The least I can do is say goodbye to them.I've never spoken to Julio personally, but the sight of his wife and two little children crying over his grave breaks my heart. The raw grief on their faces is a reminder that I'm still alive while a husband and father is gone forever. He's another name added to the long list of those I feel responsible for letting down. After offering my condolences to Julio's family, Diego and I make our way to the hospital. In the town car, Diego sits b
Vanessa "Camila! Danny!" I scream, my voice barely audible over the chaos. Danny's the first to reach me, pulling me to my feet. His face was pale, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "Are you okay?" he demands, his hands gripping my shoulders. "My head hurts, but I'm okay I think," I reply, trembling from the shock. We both turn to see Camila stumbling to her feet, looking dazed but otherwise unharmed. Danny rushes to her side, helping her up and checking her for injuries. "Are you okay, Camila?" he asks, his tone urgent. "Yeah, what the fuck just happened?" she shouts, her voice shaking with fear. "We need to get you both back to the SUV, now," Danny commands, his tone brooking no argument. As we step towards the vehicle, gunfire erupts, and Danny grunts, clutching his bleeding shoulder. "Fuck, come on," he hisses through gritted teeth. He grabs both of us by our arms and guides us behind another jet. Grabbing his gun from the holster, he orders us to st
Vanessa "I want you home now," my husband's voice crackles through the speaker, filled with anger and concern. "I told you, I'm safe. Besides, it's pouring buckets outside. I don't feel safe flying home in this storm," I insist, trying to keep my voice calm despite the nerves knotting in my stomach. It feels like we spoke the bad storm into existence last night. After leaving the doctor's house, we barely made it back to the hotel before the downpour, lightning, and thunder hit. Even Camila's fashion show was canceled and postponed to next weekend. Diego's frustration seeps through the phone. "I refuse to lose you again, Mama. The second this storm lets up, Danny will have you on a jet back here." "You know what, I'm going to come get you and my sister right now," he grits out, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "Diego, stop. You know Danny wouldn't allow anything to happen to us. You trust him, right?" I try to reassure him, though I know he won't calm down unt
Vanessa "Where's Diego?" I grit out, rage boiling in my veins. "I want to speak with him." "Busy at the moment, but he said he'll call once we're back on the jet." Which means he's likely torturing her. "Well, like Camila said, it's nearly midnight. We can leave tomorrow," I argue, defiance lacing in my tone. Danny fixes me with a pointed look. "Do you really want to argue with him about that?" I have to. Time is slipping away. I'm more afraid of continuing this pregnancy than I am of Celeste and whatever sinister plans she's concocted. I tap my right arm where the microchip is embedded. "I have a tracking device in my arm and more security than the goddamn president. I'll be fine. Just tell him we'll leave tomorrow, and you'll be sure to keep us extra safe." He scowls, clearly torn. "I'm not promising him that." "I know you heard what I said, that I have something important to take care of here tomorrow. Can you please come up with an excuse to buy me more time?"