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CHAPTER EIGHT
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“She’s been this way for the last six years?” I ask incredulously.Rino grunts out his response, his mood and aura doing a full 360 degrees.He doesn’t like me around her, and I know he could have easily said no to my demand. He had me by the balls already. But he let me come—much to my surprise and rising hope.“Is she ever going to wake up?” I ask, still reeling from the shock of witnessing how bad her condition is. She has pipes going through her mouth, and there are too many wires and machines connected to her. My stomach churns at the sight.My mind is spinning, and I realize too late that my harmless question didn’t sound so harmless to a man utterly convinced I put the woman who was like a mother to him in this condition.“The doctors are uncertain. A miracle, perhaps,” Rino says, drilling a hole into my head with how hard he’s staring at me.“You really think I did this to her?” I can’t help but ask again.“You’re really going to stand there, right in front of her, and deny do
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“Yes, darling, I've missed you so much.” I can feel my skin prickle from the sound of his voice. I pull my lips open to let air into my lungs.I can't speak, I can't feel, I can't breathe. I can only listen breathlessly.“Wow, you're sure one difficult bitch to find, aren't you?” Angelo chuckles, and then his humor takes a darker turn. “I guess I did train you well.”“I've spent the last ten years working hard to find you, and then I find out you had been hiding right under my nose?” Angelo chuckles darkly. “Married to the fucking King? That's impressive. I brought you into the freaking country and then he grabs you—catches you first. It's not exactly fair now, is it?” Angelo says, deliberately slurring his words.“W-w-what do you m-mean?” I barely manage to say out loud, my mind reeling.“Umm, that's a story for another day, my sweet. I'll tell you how I found out you were hiding the King's heir from him when you come to me yourself,” Angelo says, now sounding beyond amused.“Shut yo
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I expect to land on a hard surface, and I wait for my entire body to be engulfed with pain, but I feel no physical pain—just the shock of my body being thrown from the thankfully short distance—and I realize there are hands gripping onto me for dear life.I peel my eyes open to find the hardened eyes of none other than my dear husband, Rino. His chest rises and falls in sharp, controlled breaths, as if each inhale is a struggle not to explode. A vein pulses in his temple like a ticking bomb.When did he get here?I'm annoyed that I feel glad he saved me from hurting myself. Rino sets me onto the ground like a child, and my feet can barely hold me up as I wobble before getting a grip of myself. I feel quite lightheaded as I try to grasp onto my surroundings.Rino bulldozes into my personal space, just staring—unblinking, unreadable—and the tension in his posture screams louder than words.The sound of Louis groaning catches all of our attention. I turn to find him on all fours on the f
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Riley looks at a loss for words, and Rino doesn't say anything—only stands there watching me with a look in his eyes that I can't quite place.I could easily let it go because it shouldn't matter, but seeing Riley leaves a pinch of reminder on my soul. I remember how miserable I was back then, never really knowing what my husband was up to or who he was with.I saw her from afar always. Micah was hellbent on replacing me with one of her friends. It was my marriage, but I was always forced to watch from the sidelines. I feel stuffy just recollecting how helpless and hurt I had always felt in my marriage.“Our wedding night? Second-year anniversary? The night before I left?” I list, deciding to help bring back his memory since he continues to stare at me like I'm speaking gibberish.“T-that's... I-it’s not what you think, Mrs. Garcia,” Riley says, blowing air through her nose, her entire face turning red.She has no problem dropping very tiny indications here and there to show she had s
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Rino continues to lead me past the large crowd of reporters with their massive cameras.There's a round of applause welcoming us into the hall, along with loud whispers from people whose faces I can’t see—tucked as I am against Rino’s side.“Are you alright?” Rino’s voice, reverberating so close to my neck, sends a shiver down my spine.I nod in answer. We stop right in front of his family as bright lights flicker on and point directly at us, highlighting our features.Rino stands stoic and rigid, like he’s preparing to defend us from an attack. If he’s this uncomfortable, then why go through all the trouble of hosting this event? I hiss inwardly.“Freya.”Mario’s voice calls to me tenderly, leaning on his walking cane.I haven’t been able to look in his direction since my visit to the hospital. I’m afraid I’ll see loathing in his eyes—loathing that I hid his grandchild and lied. I don’t think I’d be able to handle that look.“Mario,” I greet stiffly, reluctantly peeling myself away f
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Rino nods at him before leading me out of the hall and into a different room.My heart hammers beneath my chest, knowing I’m about to seal my soul even tighter to Rino's.We walk into the room to find six professionals, all clad in black suits—two women and four men.I glance at Rino, wondering why everything seems so organized and serious for a contract. The last time we did this, only three people were present: myself, Rino, and Mario.Uneasiness creeps in, especially with the unreadable and withdrawn look Rino wears—a stark contrast to the man he's been all day.“Rino?” I call out pathetically, my voice barely above a whisper.A flicker passes through his eyes, but it’s gone before I can decipher what it means.Rino takes a seat on the opposite side of the table, and the rest of his supposed lawyers follow suit.“Please sit, Mrs. Garcia,” one of the men says with a charming smile. It does nothing to calm my nerves.I tell myself it’s just a simple gathering—the process is just bein
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“Get her now.” one of the large men behind me roars heavily but I don't stop running, I can hear the erratic thumping of my heart in my ears. I hide behind a tree in the woods.“Make sure you find the bitch, we cannot afford to lose her today.” Another deep voice says. I look towards the bleeding in my stomach and hiss at the amount of blood I'm losing, and by the time I realize the bleeding must have left a trail behind me, my left ear rings loudly and I fall to the ground groaning.“Fucking bitch, so the is where you were hiding.” The man says with a dark smirk. I crawl across the ground in a hurry and when he bends to reach for my shoulders, I land a heavy blow to his nose. “You will pay for that.” The man screams, dragging me by my hair.“Matteo, get your hands off her, boss wants her unscathed.” another well built man in a suit says calmly.Matteo hisses angrily before roughly putting me over his shoulders and I begin to scream his ears off.“Put me down you bastard.” I bang my
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Rino nods at him before leading me out of the hall and into a different room.My heart hammers beneath my chest, knowing I’m about to seal my soul even tighter to Rino's.We walk into the room to find six professionals, all clad in black suits—two women and four men.I glance at Rino, wondering why everything seems so organized and serious for a contract. The last time we did this, only three people were present: myself, Rino, and Mario.Uneasiness creeps in, especially with the unreadable and withdrawn look Rino wears—a stark contrast to the man he's been all day.“Rino?” I call out pathetically, my voice barely above a whisper.A flicker passes through his eyes, but it’s gone before I can decipher what it means.Rino takes a seat on the opposite side of the table, and the rest of his supposed lawyers follow suit.“Please sit, Mrs. Garcia,” one of the men says with a charming smile. It does nothing to calm my nerves.I tell myself it’s just a simple gathering—the process is just bein
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It takes me a moment to gather myself together before blowing out a heavy breath.“I want a divorce,” I announce, ignoring his previous words as shocking as they might have sounded.I watch as Rino's eyes darken even further. My biggest mistake before running away was that I am unable to secure my divorce, but this time, I'll make sure no marriage binds us together before leaving.“No,” he growls out.“You cannot hold me hostage for too long,” I yell angrily at him, a heavy current of tension filling the room.“I already am,” Rino mutters calmly, regaining control of his emotions and backing away from me like us standing that close disgusts him.I ignore the once familiar hurt in my chest.“I don't get it. What is your deal really about? You can pick any other woman to birth your child, so why do you choose to hold on so tightly to me and suffocate me?” I cry out, feeling helpless and powerless.“Just let me go,” I resort to begging. I really need to go back home. This place, Rino—it
