She was wrangling her hands, her gaze was drifting out not particularly seeing anything. His lips still felt lingering on her forehead when she was about to get in the car. "You weren't nervous when you were kidnapped." Adam mocked. "You don't understand. I've been avoiding their calls and messages. I truly don't want to go. But your stubborn ass brother." She flattened her lips. He laughed. "You brought out the person he used to be when our mother was alive. I thought he lost his soft side under the tutelage of our father." His hands grasped the steering wheel tighter. She glanced at him. "I don't know anything about them." She asked. "They're dead. I was glad the day he died. We shouldn't be monsters but we are. I don't regret it today." "You're not a monster." She said. Another laugh rang out of his throat. " I heard you calling my brother a monster. I'm not different from him." He shook his head. She shu

Watching her reflection in the mirror, she stared down at her hands. They were shaking in fear. She felt sick. But she always wanted to keep her strong side. Holding her head high, she paced out of her room. Her feet halted seeing Sara on the other side. Her hand was on her round stomach and a full smile on her beautiful face. "Did you talk to your brothers? They're hell worried about you." Sara asked. She flattened her lips. "You don't need to walk all the way using the stairs to come and show into my room." She told her, sauntering out. Sara held her arm. Their pace slowed. "Everyone wants me to rest. Albert..." She sighed. "I can't believe brother is troubling you." She glanced at her. "He doesn't. I hate to wait." Her smiling gaze rested on her stomach. "It will be over soon. I can imagine your happiness." She said with a hint of a smile. "Are you....??? " Sara trailed off, giving her a questioning look, as she d

She kept looking at him, his whole attention was on the display. She tried but couldn't look away from him. He could have caught her at any time gawking at him. She wasn't ashamed. She was getting to know her feelings for him. It was love. She was wondering. Was he feeling the same for her? It was on the tip of her tongue. His demeanor changed, his cold expression was gone, and a softness flashed in his icy blue eyes as he looked at her. Her body heatened. Her heart doubled the beating. She was in love with him. She wasn't like him, like exposing her feelings for him. When her eyes locked with his icy blue, he seemed like a guy who looked open and easygoing. He threw her a slight frown. "You don't look in a hurry to dress up, or I should say cover yourself." He put the phone on the table. She was fearing he would figure out her emotions, and recognize her feelings which weren't even the last in her list. "Why are we here, Xander?" She asked, s

Her eyes were red when the door opened, making her heart thud in trepidation. Her lips parted in astonishment seeing a beautiful brunette walking in, draped in only two pieces. Her top was barely hiding anything. A black collar was fastened around her delicate neck. She swallowed hard recalling his words. "¡Hola, Reina!" Her voice was filled with excitement as she had found the Niles River after walking for days. She closed the door behind her. The paper bag swung in her hand as she whirled to face her. She smiled broadly at her. She walked over to the mattress with ease in her pencil-high heels. She winched when the woman pounced on her side, looking at her as if she was made of expensive and delicate glass. "You're beautiful, very beautiful." Her smile dropped after a full minute of staring at her. Her eyes narrowed at her but she kept her question to herself. The woman seemed lunatic to her. "Untie me." She whispered to her. Her lunatic smil

She was yanked forward after passing through a narrow hallway. The spotlight fell over her, making her blind. She shut her eyes against it. After many beats of her heart, she opened them adjusting against the light. She found herself standing on the stage with other kidnapped girls. It added fuel to her anger. She was in the center of it where she could see all the people who were here to bid. The lights were dim there. Still, she could tell they were businessmen, mafia, and some sheikhs. "She's the most precious, not-for-sale piece of this auction." Arturo's voice boomed in the hall. His hand was motioning at her. His big smile was glued to his fucking ugly face. The murmurs rose in the hall, showing their objections at his words. Her eyebrows drew together in anger. She held tight to her disgusted and rage feelings. She didn't want her past to drown her. She was feeling bad that innocent girls were going through this. After watching so many powerful peop