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I suppressed the urge to throw up as Luca’s eyes locked with mine. Suspicion and rage were written clearly on his face, but he held an unnerving silence. I didn’t need to be told twice to know that I was in a dangerous corner. My next move could determine if that gun in his hand would fire right through my skull like the unfortunate man writhing in pain beside me. His breathing was laboured as he stared at me. “Don, this wh*re is a damned co…” “He tried to rape me,” I breathed out sharply, cutting him short. Luckily, he had yanked my gown off my shoulder in our brawl. Luca’s head cocked sideways as if trying to read the lies on my face and his expression was stern. I contorted my face into a pitiful one. The lighting in the room seemed to grow dimmer under his intense stare. “How did you get here?” he asked in a deadly calm voice, his fingers caressing the trigger of his gun as he aimed it at me. My heart leapt to my throat. Behind him, I caught sight of the shivering Sophia. She was white in the face, and her head was slightly bowed to the ground. “I was headed for dinner, and I got really pressed,” I started, evening out the guilt in my voice. “I urged Sophia to tell me where the nearest bathroom was, and she pointed me to the one right outside this room. I had barely gotten in when I saw that man stepping out.” Luca’s eyebrows shot up in a gesture of disbelief, cutting me short in my shabbily crafted lie. A chill ran down my spine as the cold muzzle of the pistol kissed my forehead. For a moment, I considered saying my last prayers, and I shut my eyes sharply. A stray tear found its way down my cheeks, and I trembled. A loud bang rang out in the room, and I slumped to the ground. Terror rushed through my body, and tears rolled down the side of my eyes as I breathed heavily. This was it. The end of the mission. “Please don’t kill me,” I whispered under my breath, and a deep humourless chuckle caused my eyes to fly open. I stared around me in shock. I was fine. I felt no pain, neither did I see blood on me. My eyes flited over to the unfortunate man, and my eyes widened at the sight. His head was barely together anymore. It had been shattered by Luca’s bullet, and the splatters of his blood stained some of the cartons close to him. I placed my hands over my mouth to suppress a scream as I stared at Luca in horror. He wore a very faint smirk as he tucked his gun back into the side of his jacket. “I won’t kill you. Not now anyway,” he muttered, turning around. “But trust me, if I smell a rat on you” he blew out on the muzzle of his gun. “You’re gone like you never existed.” I gulped. His shrill tone told me that he wasn’t kidding around. He walked out of the room after ordering Sophia to get people to clean up the mess. My heart hammered against my chest as I walked out with him, silent as a mouse. He stopped sharply, making me almost walk into his back, but I stopped sharply as well, staring at him quizzically. His face turned towards the entrance of the room, and for a moment, he looked like he was going to say something, but he just hummed. “Be ready by seven p.m. We are meeting my family. Sophia will get you ready," he stated vaguely. "I hate tardiness." For some weird reason, his thick accent made my insides tingle slightly. I quickly brushed off the silly feeling. I had a mission to complete. I gave a small nod and watched as his face contorted into one of displeasure. "When you're with me, you respond to me with your words, señorita," he snapped. Terrified, I responded with a squeaky, "Yes, sir." Without another word, he disappeared, and Sophia scrambled back to me. She wore a displeased expression on her face as she led me to my room. She had the right to. After all, she could lose her head since she was the one watching after me. "I'm sorry, Sophia," I sincerely apologised, my voice lowered. She pressed her lips together, her hands clenching her dress in a mild fist. "It's fine, miss. I guess it's not your fault that you were abducted from the bathroom and almost raped," she softly mumbled. We walked in silence until we got back to my prison. My jaw slacked as I caught sight of a beautiful deep crimson, full-length dress on the bed. "That's the dress that the master wants you to wear for the meeting with his parents," Sophia pointed out. She had a light smile. "I'll work on your hair and on your makeup." I picked it up, and the texture of the material made me want to hold it against myself. I held it to my chest when my eyes caught sight of the price tag of it. I unconsciously flung it on the bed with a sharp gasp. "Is there a problem, miss?" Sophia asked as she gathered some hair care and makeup items from a drawer I didn't even know was there. I pointed at the dress. "That dress... it costs thirty grands." I gasped. That was the amount my mother needed for her surgery. The exact amount that had led me to this godforsaken den. "I-I can't accept this," I choked out. She wore a light smile, patting my back. "The master's order was for you to wear this. Don't worry. He has paid for it. Now, go put it on." My throat went dry. How rich was this man? Without another word, I grabbed the dress and went to put it on. How Luca knew my measurement without ever measuring me was a mystery to me. The dress was just perfect. My eyes watered. I had never worn something this pretty before. Heck, I couldn't even afford it. I wiped my tears and returned to Sofia, who gasped. "Wow." I sat, and to my shock, she and another maid in the mansion styled me into a totally different person. When I stared back at my reflection, I was in shock. "Wow," I breathed out. "You guys are amazing." They only flashed me humble smiles. "It's six fifty-five already. You don't want to get the master angry. He doesn't joke with his time." With that, they exited the room, leaving me to my thoughts as I trudged out after them. Luca had his back to me, and his foot was already tapping on the ground once I got to the living room, escorted by the guard outside my door. "You're one minute late," he snapped without turning around. I sensed the growl in his tone, and my heart raced. "It's just seven o'clock," I interjected with a slightly wavering voice, holding the tiny clock that I had found on the table in my room since I didn't have a phone. He turned around to face me, and I was blown away. How on earth was it possible for someone to be so handsome? The custom-taillored black tuxedo hugged his muscular build perfectly. His dark hair was slicked back to reveal his perfectly sculpted face. It was such an irony in comparison to who he really was that he was so beautiful on the outside. He pressed his lips into a thin line. "Let's go," he sharply ordered, and with that, we were on our way to his family. The journey was quite a long one. Just thinking about my meeting with his family had my stomach in a painful twist. I didn't think I would get this involved with his life. The more I got roped in, the harder it would be for me to get out once this mission was over. My jaw fell in shock at the estate we pulled into. It was just as large and luxurious as Luca's. But it was built on blood money. Holding thay thought, I snapped my mouth shut in disgust. Bile formed in my throat as we alighted the car and headed to the door. Luca didn't do anything to make me feel comfortable. He rang the doorbell, and my stomach did a double flip. I didn't want to be here. A wave of nausea hit me, and before I could help myself, I threw up right on the luxurious porch to the disgust of Luca. At that exact moment, the door was opened by an older woman who looked quite repulsed by the mess..I bowed my face to the ground, wishing it would just swallow me. So much for a good first impression. "Bienvenido, hijo mío," I heard her chirp—obviously to Luca, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. (Welcome, my son.) I stole a glance at her. Her Spanish heritage was very evident from her accent to her dressing and even the aesthetic of the whole estate. "Buenas noches, mamá." Luca's tone was neutral in response. Without waiting for a response, he continued. "Is he in?" She nodded slightly at him. Them she turned to me and I felt my face burn in embarrassment. I had made a mess of their porch and screwed my first impression with them. "¿Quién es esta hermosa dama?" She asked Luca, patting my cheeks to my surprise. I didn't know exactly what she said, but it sounded warm and hearty. (Who is this beautiful lady?) "This is my fiancée, mamá. Marta." Luca deadpanned, taking my hand in his warm ones. I felt shivers run down my spine at the contact." She wore a small
CHAPTER 8The worst day if my life was finally here. I blinked rapidly to keep the tears that threatened to fall at bay.I had always thought marriage to be something sacred. My hopes for my dream wedding which exceeded the clouds had crashed before my eyes.The dreams of my mother pecking my forehead in the dressing room before I walked to the altar. Her arms linked around mine as she led me to the altar, mocking my father wherever he was. The man with the key to my heart at the end of the altar smiling and even tearing up as I walked towards him. It had all disappeared like smoke in the wind.Now, I was a stranger at my own wedding. I took Isabella’s hands as she led me out of the to the altar. I walked with my head bowed, staring sideways at the unfamiliar sea of faces seated on the pews as I walked to the altar where Luca stood.Alonso obviously was repulsed by my very presen
CHAPTER 9“Leave me alone,” I shrieked as his figure loomed over me. My back was pressed against the wall as he closed the gap between us. He had a sardonic smile on his face as his hands trespassed, resting on my waist.“Isn’t this supposed to be our wedding night, Mrs. Castillo?” He questioned, his breath fanning my neck. The stench of alcohol accompanied every of his words.My breath hitched in my throat as I sucked in a sharp breath. “No. No. I only agreed to be your wife in paper and nothing more. Leave me alone!”Disgust swirled in my stomach as his bloody hands caressed my face.A smirk played on his lips. “You didn’t read the papers correctly then. It particularly stated that we would be a real couple, mi querida.” His stained fingers caressed my lips. “Besides, I need my heir as soon as possible.”
CHAPTER 10I barely had the chance or space to protest as he bundled me like a criminal towards the very door I was peering at. I Squired in his arms, scratching and kicking but his skin felt like it was mad of solid iron. I even broke a nail.“Let me go,” I squealed but my voice came out muffled under his muscular arm gagging me.He remained silent, leading me to the room I had heard so much about and my eyes widened. Blood pumped in my chest as my heart raced furiously. Was I about to suffer the fate of the countless others rumored to have been last seen here?The door led to fling of stone stairs dimly lit by torches. I stared around curiously. There was nothing fancy there. As we moved further in, I felt my body weaken at the sour smell that hit my nostrils. Dried blood. Decayed flesh.We walked past a gate and my eyes widened. This place was some kind chamber. It w
"Wear a pretty smile for the camera, mi querida," Luca whispered into my ears, but my heart raced too fast to hear him. "We don't want people thinking that we aren't a happy couple in love with each other. ¿Entendido?"We were standing at the entrance to the largest hall I had ever seen, and my anxiety had hit the roof. I managed to force a smile, hoping I didn't look constipated.I stared at him, taking a moment to understand the meaning of the last word before nodding, "Got it."The group of paparazzi who had swarmed us while we were walking inside had left me feeling nauseous, especially when they had all pointed their camera at me to find out more about my marriage with Luca.Nine p.m. on the dot, we made our entrance into the venue of the mafia ball, arm in arm. From the sudden shift in the atmosphere of the room, I could tell it was a grand entrance.My jaws slacked
The crisp autumn air stung my skin as I stepped out of the plane in the country of Spain. My heart pounded with the weight of what lay ahead.This was the price I had to pay for a promotion that I clearly deserved. This was my price for rejecting my boss's advances towards me when I requested a promotion and a raise, all for my sick mother who was battling with sickle cell anaemia.Life they say is unfair, but mine was beyond that. It was cruel. I had become accustomed to struggling ever since my dad decided to just disappear from my life because he couldn't handle my mother's health crisis anymore.I had struggled, working and schooling, just to afford my mother's medication and hospitalisation, and had successfully achieved my dream of being an FBI agent.The dream had slowly become a nightmare when I watched the people who had gotten in at the same time with me get promoted to the position of a senior agent, leaving me at the bottom with a salary that could no longer cover my moth
I jerked awake as ice-cold water slammed into me, breathing heavily like a fish out of water. I coughed and spluttered as the freezing sensation ran through me like electric shock. My clothes clung to me, and the coldness of the water seeped into my skin, weakening me.I tried to lift my hands, but it did not budge. Panic coursed through me as I tried to move, but I couldn't. The chair beneath me creaked as I squirmed. I couldn't see anything either, as a thick blindfold covered my eyes.Slowly, the memories of the past events came back to me. The mission. The target. The murder scene.I had to get out of here. I had a hunch that the people who had captured me had something to do with the murder I had witnessed. Tears burned the back of my eyes. I had to get out of this hell. I had a mission to accomplish. My mother's life was on the line."Hello!" I screamed more out of uncertainty rather than fear. I had long silenced my fear since I chose this mission."Good. You're awake," a dee
His bride?Luca had left the room without giving me much of a choice. What other choice did I have anyway?My stomach churned with sadness and disbelief. I cursed Chief Slade mentally. I had been reduced from a deserving FBI agent to a criminal's bride, all for the sake of my career and my mother's health. If he wasn't so perverted, I would never be in this mess. I wondered how my mother was doing. She was never in support of my career as an agent. She always thought it to be a dangerous job. I was suddenly seeing her point. Was my dream of being a top senior agent just a fantasy?Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. One of the men in the room freed me from the chair of death that I sat in, but I was too weak to stand.The urge to run out of there lingered, but the rational part of me cautioned me against it. I had irrationally gone after the voice outside the club, and it had led me to this mess. Surprisingly, it had also led me straight to my target. As much as I hated the situation
"Wear a pretty smile for the camera, mi querida," Luca whispered into my ears, but my heart raced too fast to hear him. "We don't want people thinking that we aren't a happy couple in love with each other. ¿Entendido?"We were standing at the entrance to the largest hall I had ever seen, and my anxiety had hit the roof. I managed to force a smile, hoping I didn't look constipated.I stared at him, taking a moment to understand the meaning of the last word before nodding, "Got it."The group of paparazzi who had swarmed us while we were walking inside had left me feeling nauseous, especially when they had all pointed their camera at me to find out more about my marriage with Luca.Nine p.m. on the dot, we made our entrance into the venue of the mafia ball, arm in arm. From the sudden shift in the atmosphere of the room, I could tell it was a grand entrance.My jaws slacked
CHAPTER 10I barely had the chance or space to protest as he bundled me like a criminal towards the very door I was peering at. I Squired in his arms, scratching and kicking but his skin felt like it was mad of solid iron. I even broke a nail.“Let me go,” I squealed but my voice came out muffled under his muscular arm gagging me.He remained silent, leading me to the room I had heard so much about and my eyes widened. Blood pumped in my chest as my heart raced furiously. Was I about to suffer the fate of the countless others rumored to have been last seen here?The door led to fling of stone stairs dimly lit by torches. I stared around curiously. There was nothing fancy there. As we moved further in, I felt my body weaken at the sour smell that hit my nostrils. Dried blood. Decayed flesh.We walked past a gate and my eyes widened. This place was some kind chamber. It w
CHAPTER 9“Leave me alone,” I shrieked as his figure loomed over me. My back was pressed against the wall as he closed the gap between us. He had a sardonic smile on his face as his hands trespassed, resting on my waist.“Isn’t this supposed to be our wedding night, Mrs. Castillo?” He questioned, his breath fanning my neck. The stench of alcohol accompanied every of his words.My breath hitched in my throat as I sucked in a sharp breath. “No. No. I only agreed to be your wife in paper and nothing more. Leave me alone!”Disgust swirled in my stomach as his bloody hands caressed my face.A smirk played on his lips. “You didn’t read the papers correctly then. It particularly stated that we would be a real couple, mi querida.” His stained fingers caressed my lips. “Besides, I need my heir as soon as possible.”
CHAPTER 8The worst day if my life was finally here. I blinked rapidly to keep the tears that threatened to fall at bay.I had always thought marriage to be something sacred. My hopes for my dream wedding which exceeded the clouds had crashed before my eyes.The dreams of my mother pecking my forehead in the dressing room before I walked to the altar. Her arms linked around mine as she led me to the altar, mocking my father wherever he was. The man with the key to my heart at the end of the altar smiling and even tearing up as I walked towards him. It had all disappeared like smoke in the wind.Now, I was a stranger at my own wedding. I took Isabella’s hands as she led me out of the to the altar. I walked with my head bowed, staring sideways at the unfamiliar sea of faces seated on the pews as I walked to the altar where Luca stood.Alonso obviously was repulsed by my very presen
I bowed my face to the ground, wishing it would just swallow me. So much for a good first impression. "Bienvenido, hijo mío," I heard her chirp—obviously to Luca, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. (Welcome, my son.) I stole a glance at her. Her Spanish heritage was very evident from her accent to her dressing and even the aesthetic of the whole estate. "Buenas noches, mamá." Luca's tone was neutral in response. Without waiting for a response, he continued. "Is he in?" She nodded slightly at him. Them she turned to me and I felt my face burn in embarrassment. I had made a mess of their porch and screwed my first impression with them. "¿Quién es esta hermosa dama?" She asked Luca, patting my cheeks to my surprise. I didn't know exactly what she said, but it sounded warm and hearty. (Who is this beautiful lady?) "This is my fiancée, mamá. Marta." Luca deadpanned, taking my hand in his warm ones. I felt shivers run down my spine at the contact." She wore a small
ROSEI suppressed the urge to throw up as Luca’s eyes locked with mine. Suspicion and rage were written clearly on his face, but he held an unnerving silence.I didn’t need to be told twice to know that I was in a dangerous corner. My next move could determine if that gun in his hand would fire right through my skull like the unfortunate man writhing in pain beside me. His breathing was laboured as he stared at me.“Don, this wh*re is a damned co…”“He tried to rape me,” I breathed out sharply, cutting him short. Luckily, he had yanked my gown off my shoulder in our brawl. Luca’s head cocked sideways as if trying to read the lies on my face and his expression was stern. I contorted my face into a pitiful one.The lighting in the room seemed to grow dimmer under his intense stare.“How did you get here?” he asked in a deadly calm voice, his fingers caressing the trigger of his gun as he aimed it at me. My heart leapt to my throat.Behind him, I caught sight of the shivering Sophia. S
ROSEI stared at the wedding dress that hung in the corner of the room like a testament of my doom.The wedding was tomorrow, just four days after I had so tragically met him. I could not understand why Luca wanted us married so soon.A looming sense of dread hung over me like a curtain as I scribbled down my observations into the little notebook I had gotten on my way back from getting the gown. The sooner I got done with this case and Luca was arrested, the better for all of us.My phone was in the purse I had lost when I was cruelly abducted, cutting off my connection to the world completely.I had barely seen Trevor around, but he left me clues around, informing me of his presence.It would be risky for him to be seen as with me, especially when cameras littered the ceiling of almost every room, including mine.I read through the last note he had left for me in my bathroom. It was a kind of clue.'The door at the end of the hallway in the fifth hallways. It's secured by two guard
LUCA "Mantén los ojos en ella." My order was clear as I spoke to Hugo, my most trusted soldier. (Keep your eyes on her). He nodded sharply, understanding even the words I didn't say. The soldiers who I had sent to take care of the rat, a mole, in my mafia had been lucky to capture the witness. I hated trails. Anger simmered beneath my skin when they informed me that there was a witness. I was ready to spill their blood to cover my tracks, but they knew me well enough to have captured the witness. I would have wasted her unique beauty by putting a bullet through her head on the first glance if my sixth sense didn't tell me that there was more to her. Besides, she had come just at the right time. Speaking of time, I lifted my wrist to check the time on my wristwatch. My shipment was late by half an hour. A scowl etched itself on my face. I hated delays. The 'coke' was supposed to have arrived and be ready for supply, but it was delayed by the ever punctual suppliers, El Chacal,
His bride?Luca had left the room without giving me much of a choice. What other choice did I have anyway?My stomach churned with sadness and disbelief. I cursed Chief Slade mentally. I had been reduced from a deserving FBI agent to a criminal's bride, all for the sake of my career and my mother's health. If he wasn't so perverted, I would never be in this mess. I wondered how my mother was doing. She was never in support of my career as an agent. She always thought it to be a dangerous job. I was suddenly seeing her point. Was my dream of being a top senior agent just a fantasy?Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. One of the men in the room freed me from the chair of death that I sat in, but I was too weak to stand.The urge to run out of there lingered, but the rational part of me cautioned me against it. I had irrationally gone after the voice outside the club, and it had led me to this mess. Surprisingly, it had also led me straight to my target. As much as I hated the situation