UNDER THAT CONTRACT

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at nothingness and at the same time, seeing everything at that point where her destiny was, a couple of tears fell. As pure as the silence, that silence that she lived and in which she seemed to live forever because after that, there was nothing. It was done, that which she had come to fear so much, that which she had refused so much was done because more than being for her welfare, it had been for the welfare of her grandfather and all his possessions. The white veil falling to the sides while her black hair was kept perfectly combed as well as her makeup, perfectly adhered to the softness of her young skin. Her small hands still held the bouquet of flowers with which she had entered the house. In her eyes, the sea of emotions that was pounding inside her heart was reflected. She had taken the biggest step and although many people say that the first step is the most difficult, now she realized that it was not so, not always the first step was t

Sitting on his leather couch, in front of him the central glass table with a glass of wine upon this one, Diego had his sight lost into the darkness of his soul. That was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, but now he was there, sitting on his favorite couch, waiting for death to have mercy on him and take him with it. The sleeves of his white shirt held up, the veins of his hands and neck were clearly shown and his mind was full of memories he couldn’t let just pass by. Now he was married to some woman who one day sent her documents with one of his men and declared she was healthy to carry his baby. But nothing could come for free. She’d give him that baby he needed and he’d give her the money her family needed to save their name. Neither that woman, who was his wife now nor his grandfather cared about the pain that was still in his heart. He had lost the love of her life, and no one cared about him. Closing his eyes, Diego repressed his feelings. “I love you,

And suddenly, her delicate body jumped as if it were an involuntary movement. Little by little, second by second, feeling herself waking up in the new day, feeling that this was not her place although it was indeed her new home, her little big eyes were opening second by second. Moments from the night before began to come to her mind. Even she could not recognize the place at first glance because that ceiling, those decorations on the walls, those paintings and everything that made that room to be, had no room in her mind to be compared. The truth is that she felt like a guest, a woman who had slept in someone else's house just for one night. Without feeling the time pass, after rubbing her eyes for a brief moment, Cameron sat up in bed as she leaned back against the headboard. It was then that she realized that her dress, the same one she had worn the night before, was on the floor. That way, she finally managed to remember everything from that night. She had slept so soundly that

Wiping her tears roughly, tired of the fact that in only two days he had passed over her as he passed over any of the rugs in that house full of luxuries, she went after him. She had to listen to him, she had to make things clear because she was also a human being, a person who needed to be treated as such. There were rules in that house, she wasn't going to fight against that because in the end, Diego was right, their marriage was just a damn contract that she signed without her having the time to ask questions because for her grandfather, she had been nothing more than a damn object, a damn tool that he could handle at his whim and obviously, at his convenience."Diego, Diego," Cameron called after him.And he, without stopping, continued to the room they had to share whether he wanted to or not."Diego," Cameron continued calling.And without the slightest attention, Diego stopped more to think about where he had left his marriage papers than for her."What do you want, Cameron?" D

How much of ourselves are we willing to give in order to find out what future holds for each of us? Maybe, at the end of the day, not much because human beings are like that. We’re horrified of what we don’t know.In the little pot of people with no social class, the lowest of the lowest she was always like a diamond among stones. With her curly and long black hair, the slim figure, that mischievous smile and seductive look in her green eyes, Camila moved her hips here and there, behaving as the mother she was at day but not at night.The loud male voices offering their products in that marketplace were heard for the beautiful lady who walked here and there, smelling the smooth aroma of the fruits all together. It was enough a smile from her part to those gross men to make them put everything they had at her feet. She was like that. Seductive, flirting… someone who loved to be loved, someone who loved attention. Something she was never going to change no matter how much she tried to b