The heavy and nauseating air makes it difficult for Adelaide to breathe. She remains motionless against the wall, clutching the hem of her dress tightly, unable to take a step in any direction. The faint light seeping through the opening reveals the gloomy, dark, dirty, and musty place, intensifying her fear that some creature might pounce on her at any moment.
Cursed be her luck. Why do all these things happen to her?
Her eyes are swollen from crying. This place is so damp and bitterly cold. She can only hope that Egil will absolve her, that he will listen, and order her to be taken out of here before night falls, even if he later locks her back in her room. Anything would be better than this horrifying place.
She hears the murmurs of men guarding the door, and a glimmer of hope arises in her. She lost count of how many hours she has spent in this place, and silence has been her only company since then—until now.
"Gentlemen, please, I need to speak with my husband, Egil" She begins to pound the door with both hands to get the attention of those on the other side. "Could you pass on my request, please? It's urgent."
Both guards start laughing and mocking her, imitating her voice and words. The young woman's nerves and sadness escalate.
"Please," she says again, choked with sobs, "I need to tell him what really happened."
No one responds from the other side.
Silence once again takes over the gloomy place as the steps of those men move away. Adelaide starts crying like she has never cried before in her life. Not even her father, who has hated her since the moment she was born, had treated her this way before. This place is inhumane; even breathing could be deadly.
"That sobbing won't change your situation." A deep, masculine voice startles her. Adelaide quickly wipes her tears as if the owner of that voice could see her from the shadows, although she's sure he's in the adjacent room. "All your outburst achieves is giving me a headache, Valencia—or should I say Arrabal?"
"Who are you?" the young woman asks between sobs. "How do you know my last name?"
"It's impossible not to know it when you just screamed it to the four winds." The low laughter of the man amplifies Adelaide's bitterness.
Who does this guy think he is, mocking her pain like this?
"You shouldn't meddle in what doesn't concern you, sir. You don't even know me."
"Well, let me inform you that I do care. I won't be enduring your crying all these days."
"I won't be here for that long if that's what worries you," she asserts confidently while sniffing her nose. "I'm just waiting for my husband to come for me. I'm here unjustly."
The sudden burst of laughter from that anonymous man startles her.
"You are overly naive, young lady. You certainly don't know Egil. If you're here, it's for a reason, and believe me, you won't leave until you've paid dearly. It's best that you find a place to settle in; the night will be long and cold."
"I don't want to be here," she takes a small step, trying to recognize her surroundings.
"Neither do I, but here I am nonetheless," his words only bring discomfort and despair to Adelaide's mind. "You'll get used to it once you start losing track of the days."
Get used to it? What did he mean by that?
Adelaide starts to feel annoyed by the man's negative attitude. He should be helping her find a solution instead of trying to drag her into despair.
The young woman begins to take slow and clumsy steps across the dirty floor. The cell is nothing more than a space of two by two, with moldy walls and a leaky roof letting drops of moisture seep through. The only connection to the outside world is a tiny window that wouldn't even fit an apple, and the door. There are no seats or beds, just trash and a lot of mold.
"I advise you to ration your energy. You'll need it later, as you can imagine, you won't have the services you're used to in the mansion here."
"Speak clearly, sir!" the redhead yells, irritated. "You're not helping me at all, only tormenting me. Everything you say is annoying and merely reflects your limitations, not mine. I haven't done anything; I'm innocent, and I have no reason to be here. Unlike you, who is probably a highly dangerous criminal."
"You're right, I earned the right to be here," the man's voice now sounds closer, as if they were facing each other, but separated by the brick curtain that prevents them from seeing each other. "I'm sorry if I'm trying to open your eyes to your unfortunate fate. I'm excessively realistic, and I know nothing but being frank. I know Egil like the back of my hand, and mercy is not one of his strong suits when dealing with people who fail him."
"But I haven't failed him..."
"But he's still heartless and cold-blooded. His most predominant virtue is not exactly forgiveness. You must already know this, being his wife, right?"
Adelaide falls silent for a long time, processing the man's words. She's heard many things about Egil, none of them good, but she's his wife, he should listen to her and not judge her without giving her the chance to defend herself.
"He won't listen to you," the voice from the other side adds, guessing Adelaide's inner struggle.
"You're an unbearable man, you know that?"
"Benedict," he responds over her voice. "My name is Benedict."
"Just leave me alone, Benedict," Adelaide huffs, turning away as if he could see her.
Benedict shakes his head as thousands of possibilities cross his mind. He places both hands against the wall and wonders what the woman on the other side is like. Knowing Egil's tastes, she must be one of those conceited young women with extravagant dresses and makeup, flawless skin, a pert nose, and straight shoulders, pretending to be the queen of the universe.
Of course, they are both in the same mess now, even if she is the boss's new plaything and he is the nameless prisoner of the Arrabal family.
A week before, at the Valencia family mansion..."Give the order to prepare Adelaide," Bahram says without any hint of emotion on his face. His hatred for his daughter prevents him from feeling any compassion for her or seeking another solution to this great dilemma. "I don't want anything to go wrong this time. Make sure she reaches her destination by tomorrow. I want you to accompany her and personally deliver her to her future husband."Calixto nods and moves away from the place, determined to carry out his father's command. In any case, he can't defy him, and his sister might have a better future with Egil than she does at the Valencia mansion. In that house, she will be the wife of the heir, the most feared and cruel CEO of all time, and it will also represent the salvation of his own family.Mercedes, the elderly caregiver who has looked after Adelaide since her birth, receives Calixto's explicit order and requests a few hours to prepare her for the journey and to accompany her.
At the Arrabal family hacienda, Gage looks at Egil with concern. He hasn't said a word in response to the news he just received, and he let Bahram Valencia's messenger go as if it were nothing, something he would never have done for such grave news.He hasn't given any orders either. That could be a good thing, but definitely not when it comes to Egil. He's not someone who sits idly by in the face of such dishonor; only someone truly reckless and unafraid of death could betray him in this way."Boss, maybe I can...""Silence!" Egil's powerful voice immediately silences him. The coldness in his tone is something his right-hand man is already accustomed to, as they have known each other since they were children, but there's something more going on inside that head, and he knows it well.Egil's long fingers don't stop tapping on the desk, a characteristic sign that he's planning something in which many lives will be lost, something Gage has witnessed before. Egil is not a man who leaves
From afar, Adelaide seems like a little lamb walking toward sacrifice in Egil's eyes. He's aware of the beauty of her late mother, Mrs. Amaranta, whom he had seen a couple of times in his childhood. However, he never thought that the young woman would look like an exact copy of the woman who used to steal everyone's sighs in the past.Her wavy, long, reddish hair shines under the sun's rays, and her skin appears extremely pale in that green dress, although the color doesn't suit her at all.Adelaide is a beautiful young woman; he can see that from his position, but all of that is overshadowed by her repulsive origin.Egil keeps his head high amid the murmurs around him and pretends not to be affected. This is exactly what he aimed for with this reception, to make her vulnerable in the eyes of everyone at the hacienda.The young woman walks with her nanny down the walkway, where he awaits her at the end, without a hint of emotion on his face. His upright and disdainful demeanor is inti
The closer they get to Egil's room, the more dizzy and nauseous Adelaide feels. Her stomach churns, and she can't find a way to calm herself."Stay calm, my child," the maid urges, as if that were possible for her. She can ask her for anything except calmness. That's impossible right now. "Remember everything I've taught you. If you resist, it could be worse. You need to get used to these orders. Mr. Egil will be your husband from tomorrow, and today you are legally his fiancée, so it's normal that he wants some time alone with you."For Adelaide, hearing those words from the only person who has understood and cared for her since birth is a clear sign that very difficult days await her on this hacienda.Adelaide doesn't feel prepared for this private encounter between them. In fact, she's terrified just imagining that this man could use her body as he pleases."We've arrived, my child," they stop in front of a double door guarded by two armed and stern-faced men. "You should knock twi
In the main room of the Arrabal estate, Egil adjusts his hard virility underneath his sweatpants and sighs. That young girl only left him craving for more and now he struggles to fall asleep because of it.He gets up and starts pacing around the room until he reaches the balcony. He tries to calm his body with the fresh air hitting his face, but the memory of Adelaide's body writhing under his hand is still vivid in his mind. He needs release or he will go mad."Gage!" he shouts, and the man quickly enters."Do you need anything, sir?" the man asks, looking around to make sure everything is in order."Bring Petra right away," Egil orders in a hoarse voice. Gage understands what it means and immediately goes towards the servants' quarters.Petra is one of his favorite lovers and everyone in the estate knows it, even Egil himself gives her too many privileges for her position, which makes the other women in the family feel annoyed and creates a tense atmosphere among them most of the ti
"It's time, miss," says one of the maids, entering Adelaide's room. The young girl nods with a heavy knot in her stomach. She is still in disbelief. The woman in the mirror seems like someone else, certainly not herself. She looks beautiful and radiant this morning.Mercedes opens the drawer and takes out a perfume bottle to apply to her neck and wrist. The fragrance was her late mother Amaranta's, and no one has a perfume with the same scent because it was custom-made by a native from their village just for her. Mercedes cherished the perfume bottles like treasure after her mother passed away and gave them to Adelaide when she turned fifteen.The young girl closes her eyes and inhales that scent that reminds her so much of her mother, whom she never knew because she died the day she was born. It's as if her mother is with her now, and that gives her the courage for what lies ahead.She looks at herself one last time in the mirror while turning around to admire her dress. It's so exqu
Adelaide spends the entire day in her room lamenting. Her eyes are so swollen that it's difficult for her to open them completely. Mercedes came many times to ask from the doorway if she needed anything, but she simply told her to leave her alone. She didn't eat or drink anything all day.She lazily gets up and looks around. The night has already fallen, and the cold draft coming in through her window sends shivers down her spine.Despite how tired she feels, she manages to get out of the pompous wedding dress that's starting to itch her. She goes straight to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.In the mirror, she sees the enormous dark circles under her eyes, and her disheveled hairstyle. She sighs, feeling terrible.She takes a shower and searches for a change of clothes to be more comfortable. With a shawl over her shoulders, she goes out to the balcony to admire the nighttime landscape of the Arrabal estate.Tonight is clear, and many stars twinkle in the dark sky. What
The next morning, in the rose garden, Petra and other young women are talking and laughing among themselves, pointing towards Adelaide's room. In her calmness, she decides to ignore them, opens the book in her hands, and focuses on the romantic plot she's reading. Mercedes had taken care of her education diligently over the years, which is why she can read and write fluently and has knowledge in various areas. Her father, Bahram Valencia, had always been ruthless with his daughter, and Adelaide has no doubt that he hates her with all his might. Nevertheless, he ordered that she receive the education befitting a young woman of her age. If there's one thing Adelaide enjoys, it's studying, and she has always excelled in it. She reads, writes, and dedicates herself even more than her sister Nadia, as one of her teachers had once told her.The women in the garden eventually decide to leave. Petra, who had suggested they go there to bother Adelaide, is furious because she couldn't achieve h