Sam sprayed on some perfume and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her dark blue robe that matched her light blue and pearl-toned wardrobe. She highlighted her hazel eyes with black eyeliner and white shadow. She had put on lipstick, even though no one was going to see her lips, but it was to keep them moisturized. Her hair looked beautiful and silky, although only part of it was showing because the veil covered most of her face including her hair. She had changed a lot since Arthur took her to the estate, she was no longer disheveled and her hair didn't look like a bird's nest.
Sometimes it was uncomfortable to wear the veil and she did not know how she would eat with etiquette in front of those people, as it would look strange when the fork went under the cloth. Would she ever get over her trauma? Would she be able to free her face from that veil? Nostalgia overwhelmed her. Before falling into Daniel's clutches she was happy and free. A dreamy young girl without c
Sweats ran down his skin, his chest rose and fell. It hurt.“That's enough!” she cried out in desperation. A thud, blood, and body spilled.She fled. At last, she would be free. She ran and ran regardless of discomfort or pain. Her fate was uncertain and going into the forest a danger for a young girl inexperienced in life, for a woman who never stood up for herself. Tears of bewilderment and fear overflowed from her reddened eyes, she still did not believe she was escaping.The dark forest made it harder for her, however, a light was the sign that told her she was out, but…Sam woke up with a start. She inhaled and exhaled so as not to have another crisis; she got out of bed and went to the kitchen trembling.“Chamomile tea will calm me down," she muttered to herself. With trembling hands, she put the kettle on and walked around the kitchen while she waited. When her tea was ready, she sat down and took a sip. It was diffi
“Hello, Anabela,” she turned and frowned when she saw the big man behind her with a basket of apples. Her brown eyes were averting their gaze with an embarrassed expression, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth. She could notice a slight blush on the caramel-colored skin that caused her much tenderness. But she didn't understand his interest in her and it made her uncomfortable. Like many of the workers at the estate, Samuel was just an acquaintance, a person with whom she could not even imagine a close relationship.“Hello, Samuel," she replied politely, but with a marked coldness. She didn't want to misunderstand him or get his hopes up; it was better to put distance from the beginning.“The guys and I were picking apples. I thought you might want these, they are the reddest and juiciest of them all.”“Thank you, Samuel. You can take them to my grandmother, I'm on my way out," she said. Anabella went on her way, le
Anabela hugged herself and tears wet her cheeks. The images of that guy abusing her flashed in her head in seconds that seemed eternal. She was trembling, she was too afraid to live that again, she would rather die, she would not let him get away with it again. She couldn't stand him, she hated him and wanted to kill him with her bare hands. Why did she leave her gun behind? She could already imagine Arthur scolding them, he had warned them about going out unarmed.She looked at her horse, it wasn't far away! The girls that one kept silent while the men of that foul watched them viciously. She needed to go for help. Henry approached and her nerves got the better of her; no, she would rather die. She ran to her horse and jumped it, luckily she was fast and one of the best riders on the ranch, her skills had won her several races and she had always been admired for her acrobatics and maneuvers. She rode with haste. Henry screamed and his men fired. Pain and burning did not stop
“Is she all right?” Samuel stood next to Jacqueline, who was sitting in the dining room of the kitchen. Nidia passed her a cup of tea to calm her down, as she was still shaking with shock.“Yes, thank you. If you hadn't arrived in time…” Tears covered her eyes. Samuel approached her, hesitated a little, but seeing her so vulnerable moved him. Then he dared. Jacqueline's eyes widened as she felt covered by the big man's muscular firm arms. She cried into his chest, his warmth inspired confidence and for the first time it felt good to be protected by a man; maybe it wasn't wrong to let herself be cared for once in a while.After everyone came out of the commotion, Samuel debated whether to knock or not in front of the wooden door. He wanted to see her but was afraid to intrude. He knocked gently and Anabela's muffled voice invited him in. Next to her was Sam, who decided to step out to give them privacy.“H—How are you fe
Three years! All that time covering her face, afraid that someone would discover her. Her hands were shaking and tears were wetting her cheeks, her heart was pounding and her breathing was rapid. She felt so exposed and vulnerable, so ugly.Arthur approached stupefied and lifted her chin; their gazes met and she didn't know how to decipher that gleam in his brown eyes.“You're so beautiful!” He wiped away the tears that rolled down her skin and hugged her. “I love you, Sam, and it hurts me that you've been hurt.”She cried on his shoulder. He held her face in his hands and watched her with fascination.“Your lips are so beautiful... Your nose is perfect, your whole face is symmetrical and beautiful.”“It's not,” she sobbed and he caressed the large scar that started from her right ear and ended near the corner of her lips. He kissed what she hid so much, but he sensed that that was not the only reason t
The cold of the night and the loneliness tortured her and although she was covered with her sheets, that icy sensation did not let her sleep. Tears wet her cheeks and her chest ached. “Dad…” she stammered, hiccuping in the fetal position, missing him and needing him. She missed him and needed him. If only she hadn't married Daniel! If only her father hadn't died, would that man treat her with respect? She got out of bed intending to get some fresh air, in the hallway, moans caught her attention. She ran to her husband's room and her heart began to race. She knew what they were doing, but seeing it through her eyes was very painful. She ran out of there and back to her room, once in her safe place, she cried freely. Three months later… She used to spy on Daniel and her cousin when they were intimate. She wished he would do the same to her and know why her cousin enjoyed it so much. That morni
Arthur and Sam walked along the paved streets of the town. She was clinging to his arm and hiding behind him as people came up to greet them. The day was beautiful and the streets cheerful and colorful.Women and men were giving her gifts and blessing their relationship, for Arthur was a beloved person in the region because he helped those in need. They came to a flower stall and Sam's eyes sparkled.“I want a colorful bouquet for this beautiful lady," asked Arthur, smiling as he hugged her around the waist. He looked like a little boy clinging to Sam, which made her happy, but it also made her sad. How long would happiness last?After touring the town and buying knick-knacks, dancing in the squares, and playing with a group of children; Arthur mounted her on his white horse and they rode out of civilization. They arrived at a small country house with a beautiful garden and many trees. They entered the cottage and she was dazzled with such beauty and delic
Anabela listened to Arthur in embarrassment. After dinner, he sat down next to her in a secluded part of the courtyard to talk about her morning's behavior.“I know, and I'm very sorry,” she said and looked up at the stars with blushing cheeks. “I'll apologize before I leave, I promise.”“Okay, beautiful girl,” he hugged her. “But I'm worried about you. Are you interested in Samuel?”She sighed and bit her lower lip.“I don't know... When Ivan left me, he came up to me and it was very nice. Then he walked away and avoided me. I ignored the whole thing because I was so hurt. You know how much I loved Ivan, we had three years of dating and soon we were going to get married.”“Yes, I know. The fool married Roman's daughter.”“That woman always had her eye on him; their sudden marriage seemed strange to me, it was one thing for him to leave me because of what Henry did
A beautiful sunset celebrated the union of two souls in love, who met and saved each other. Dancing, laughter, food, and greetings flooded the cheerful estate.A couple admired the bride and groom dancing with the restless child, forming a dance of three. “We should get married, too,” Samuel whispered in the ear of the blonde whom he hugged from behind. “Everything will depend on you and how productive you make our estate," she said mischievously and he kissed her neck. Jacqueline had bought the neighboring ranch and settled there. She and Samuel managed it, although Samuel preferred the heavy labor along with the other workers. Like any ranchman with masculine pride, he was saving up to buy the engagement ring, for he wanted it to come out of his own pocket, as the fruit of his hard work. Another wedding was coming up soon, although Jacqueline had another little surprise in store for him, a consequence of his lack of patience is not waiting until
The sweat on their foreheads and the rapid beating of their hearts were evidence of the fear that ran through them. They were in the hands of their enemies and it was obvious that this would be the end of them. Arthur hurried to the gate with relief, noticing that it was the redhead woman who was there; she was looking at him questioningly; he, in turn, understood that expression and thanked God for that opportunity. “Tell me, Mr. Connovan, do you believe there is any hope for me? Do you believe that my sinful, wicked soul will find a place where it belongs and can be admired by anyone?” “I do. It doesn't have to be romantic love, you can find charity wherever you want to cultivate it. And definitely, I believe you can redeem your actions and be a good person, I believe you can dream and make those dreams come true.” “Will I be happy if I do that?” Her voice came out shrill and tears streamed down her face. “You will be. You will know the true
Arthur got off the horse full of excitement. He had dreamed all those days of Sam's face at the sight of her son, and the longing to witness that happiness in her had him nervous and nauseous. He ran to the door with trembling hands and a heaving chest. Jacqueline followed him with the child in her arms, he was very quiet for a child of his age and hardly uttered any words.Arthur noticed the half-opened door and entered quietly, for he wanted to surprise her. His heart pounded intensely as he saw a broken vase in the middle of the room and some things lying around as if a fight had taken place there. He ran in desperation to the other rooms of the house as he called out to her with cries full of anguish.“Sam! No, no, no, no, no. Sam, sweetheart, what happened?”Jacqueline looked at him regretfully, fearing the worst.“Sam!” he shouted and ran out of the hut in hope. It must be a misunderstanding, surely she would explain to him w
“So, Samay is with you,” said the black-haired man, smiling. “That girl is very elusive, I could never find her.”“Were you looking for her?” Samuel and Sebastian looked at each other with a smile.“Of course I was looking for her! I wanted her son back.”“Her son?” Samuel asked dumbfounded. Arthur hadn't told him about it.“She hadn't told you anything? She got pregnant by her husband. I don't know how she managed to escape, but I found her passed out on the outskirts of the forest surrounding the Fraga estate. She was bleeding and I thought she had lost the baby. A doctor friend treated her in secret, as many people were afraid of White. She woke up upset believing her child had died, but that baby was well attached and more alive than the mother.”He took a puff on his cigarette and smiled mischievously.“We moved to another town and she lived with me for the rema
Arthur rode in a daze, the melancholy in his chest and the emptiness of her absence was torturous. To imagine all that she suffered, all that she had to sacrifice.***“So, the lady is dead,” Samuel remained thoughtful and then smiled. "We must not lose hope, there is a person who can help us and soon I will find his whereabouts.”"Who is it?” Arthur asked in confusion.“Mrs. Julia's grandson.”Arthur nodded. Samuel got up from his chair and left.Arthur was in his room pondering Sam's confession when the door opened.“Hello, Arthur,” Anabela hugged him fervently. “I've been so worried. Where did you go that you didn't sleep in the house last night?”“I was working something out,” he pinched his nose.“And why did you go off by yourself? You know those thugs have you in their sights. Luckily they didn't succeed when you were in jail
Sam looked for food and sat down to eat in the backyard. She reminisced about that day when he took her there. She loved him and it was painful to be separated from him. A week had passed and it was time to be told that at least he was okay, so she decided to visit the gentlemen who were taking care of her.“Hello, my dear,” Mrs. Goodman greeted her with a smile. “How's your arm today?”“It's better. I came to give you the list of supplies I'll need.”“Excellent!” The lady took the paper and sat down across from her. “Would you like some coffee?” Sam nodded and she smiled.“I'd like to know…” she looked down and played with her fingers. Her cheeks flushed and her nervousness was noticeable. “I've been here for a week and…” her heart pounded with intensity.“He'll contact you when it's safe to do it,” the lady averted her gaze, but Sam had a
Her breathing was heavy, her heart beat with such agitation that it choked her. Pain and burning mingled and she lost consciousness.(...)“Julia, I don't understand what you are telling me,” she trembled at what she was hearing.“Mr. Fraga's farm is being used to sell weapons and toxic substances. You must escape from this place, it is not safe for you,” the lady warned her.“Since my father died, this is no longer a safe place, Julia.”“Yes, but things got complicated. They say your father didn't die naturally, Samay. He was murdered and they are framing you. Do you know what they are forcing you to sign and fill in?”Sam opened her eyes as if waking from a nightmare, her head ached and the dizziness wouldn't let her sit up as she should. She touched her face and her veil was gone.“Don't worry, only the doctor and I have seen you and he is completely trustworth
Arthur looked at the barbed wires that marked the boundary he was not to pass. His men examined him expectantly and frightened, trusting in his sound judgment and prudence, however, Arthur made his way through and entered the grounds of his enemies.“Sir, come out of there, it is dangerous,” muttered one of them, looking around and making sure that only his boss had heard him.“I must look for her, it is very likely that she is in this place," he said, looking at the earring he had taken from the other side and which he knew belonged to her since he had bought it for her on one of his outings.“Do you know that they can kill you claiming that you attacked them or wanted to rob them? You are trespassing on their land, if they find out, they will not hesitate to take this opportunity to get rid of you,” warned another one of them.“I will not abandon her! If she is in this place, she is in danger. If she's not already in
Hunger was ravaging her, as a result, her body was already very weak. She fell on the grass and cried out of frustration.“Arthur…” she stammered before closing her eyes.(...)“Where is it?” Arthur searched desperately, his room was in disarray and his drawers were open.“What happened here?” Anabela was shocked to see the mess.“Who came into my room?” he asked in a trembling voice. He couldn't believe he had lost it.“No one comes into your room unless it's for cleaning,” Anabela came up to him and put her arms around his neck.“You just came in and you're not going to do the cleaning,” he sighed and Anabela met his brown gaze.“I just came to see how you are, I'm very worried about you,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb.“I'm looking for something,” he regained his personal space and avoided her gaze