Dread settled in the pit of her stomach. Orlando would never go against Roberto's desire. She did not want to involve Sara and Alberto in her plan. She was well aware of the security system in her father's mansion. Orlando was taking care of all the arrangements. It was going to be very difficult for her to penetrate the circle of security created by her elder brother. She was wandering in the house, trying to understand her brother's plan. It was her last day in her house. She had to make a plan if she wanted to ignore the wedding and escape from him. "The container is full of slaves. We have proof Arturo has ordered them." She heard Sergio, her eldest brother Orlando's right hand. "I'll kill that bastard," She heard the seething voice of her brother. "Then, it's sorted. This is your responsibility." Roberto said. She took several steps back and pretended to walk ahead at the office again. The door opened. Roberto and Orla
She spent the night sitting up, contemplating her plan. It felt safe running after the wedding. Her coherent thoughts never left her. She didn't carry anything with her. Her gaze didn't move from the horizon waiting for the sun to rise. She could feel the coming danger, in the gnawing pit, in her chest in the emptiness in her heart. She was determined not to shed a tear. But the thought of staying away from her family and under the fear that he would catch her at any time and would haul her back into his hell. He didn't try to talk, try anything to frighten her, the dangerous aura around him always kept her alert and sent a warning to go far away from him. Tears had hovered many times in her eyes, the burning sensation did not leave her. She blinked, feeling the need to cry, she dug the heels of her hands in her eyes and tried to ignore the tears burning at the backs of her eyelids. A soft rap broke the chain of her thoughts. Her head turned to the door.
Finishing his wine, he placed the glass on the table. They would kill her If somehow they knew who she was. She wasn't concerned that she ran away from her wedding after the ceremony. She slid her hand over the pocket of her jeans. She could see the mounts of diamonds. Three diamonds together are a symbol of love. She felt a push from behind. She stumbled back. She glanced over her shoulder. Two men strode into the room. Her eyes were only on their guns. They were not bulky but muscular. Somehow, she reached the container that her family confiscated. They wanted to capture Arturo red-handed. She was thinking of disarming them. Orlando had trained her to disarm an opponent. She had gambled her life a lot. The girls pushed themselves away from the point of the gun. "F*** me, baby!" The second man nudged the barrel of his gun in her hair. She was struggling to get free from his hold. "Boss would kill you. Th
"I can't believe, our sister's husband is a hoodlum." Alberto murmured under his breath. "Don't say it out there. You're not a kid, Alberto. Don't make me tell you everything. We're not different from him." He said. "I wanted a businessman for her," Alberto said. "He's a businessman too. Don't forget. Our enemy would target her first. Her husband should be powerful. He is. He can protect her." Orlando said. "Who will protect her from him?" Alberto contorted his face in disbelief. He hated Xander for kidnapping his sister, and for attacking his home when his wife was pregnant and they were alone at home. "I'll protect her." Orlando's tone turned stern. "She's trained. Keep it in your mind." He reminded her. His heart melted seeing her sad face. "My kiddo," Alberto kissed her head. She aimed to get rid of Xander. The decision was made by Xander and her father, the eldest brother. Her steps flattered when she sigh
Anger coursed through him. His hand shot to the gun in his waistband. He put the gun on his forehead. His gaze remained on his wife as she fell back against the couch head. "Sleeping pill." Orlando picked her up, not bothered by the pointed gun at him. His gaze was hard on him. "Don't..." His mouth tightened. "I'll kill you if you... " Xander cut him off. "You'd be dead now if you weren't her brother." He seethed, running his hand through his hair, his knuckles turned white grasping the gun tight. "Sara will stay with her in the room." Alberto said, walking into the room. "You both. Are f***** crazy!" He snarled again. "She's my wife." "Listen up!" Alberto was on his face in a blink. "She has gone through depression before. This situation was close to that. Particularly, your barbarism, ruthlessness." His eyes narrowed on him wanting him to explain. "Nothing is for you to know." Orlando snapped,
Everything was unfolding according to her plan until he entered into her life. Her father chose him for her. She wasn't prepared to give herself to him. Her attempt was failed by her brothers and him, Xander. She didn't want to accept the wedding at any cost. Her impeccable intention didn't work in her favor but she didn't want to lose her heart so easily. She was already planning her next escape. He would confront her. She was aware. She bid goodbye to her family. Her heart was racing. She could feel the upcoming storm. The door closed off the car as he sat in it. She was finding comfort in the silence for now. The driver drove the car away from her father's mansion. She kept her gaze out of the window, looking at them. His gaze seemed to crawl over her skin. "Stop looking at me." She snapped, pressing her lips together. She fought back the tears. The divider was providing them privacy. She also wanted a divider between them.
She opened her eyes in confusion. After batting her lashes several times, she recalled what he did. Her lips tightened, and her gaze turned angry. She drifted her gaze to the other side of the seat. He was still sitting calmly, his one leg was resting over his thigh. His look was one of the lethal kings who was resting. "How dare you..." Her words were cut off when the driver pulled over the limousine. His hands shot forward and he grasped his hands around her upper arms. Her eyes widened, seeing him reacting agilely. She saw a glimpse of worry and it vanished when he evilly smiled. "See, it was easy. You didn't try to run." He said with a smug smile. "Stay in your limits…" She clamped her mouth shut before completing, she realized that she had crossed the line. He would never endure such s*** from anyone nor from his wife too. His cheerful features turned cold, his lips fattened as he glared at her. He drew his face an inch
His expressions were intense. Icy gaze sharp on a particular person, though the person wasn't important to him. His hands were joined in front of him, looking at him for his pity, standing in the gargantuan hall. There was a wooden table and chairs. He didn't offer him a seat, just glared at him. His hand was resting on his thigh as he was leaning back, and his other hand was resting on the table, and callous fingers were drumming against the hardwood, making the situation worse for the old man. He wasn't an innocent one. "I'm here to take my son." He said in his pleading voice. "Ricco," His voice boomed in the hall, "You must be here to make me pay." He laughed darkly. "I'm here for my son. Let him go..." He cut him off, shaking his head. His jaw tightened as he smelled his cunningness. He motioned with his index finger. Justice nodded his head and he looked at his oath-brothers. They obeyed immediately and vani