Mag-log in“After everything, I still care for him. I truly am weak.”–Diego leaned back in his chair, the phone pressed to his ear, and for the first time since Rebecca had left that morning, he felt himself breathe easily. "How did it go?" he asked."It went just fine," Rebecca said in response. Diego smiled. He could hear how relaxed she was in her tone, although it was laced by exhaustion that she was obviously trying to hide. "You sound tired." He said in a soft tone. "I'm not tired, I'm excited actually. We can finally be together without worrying about any trouble or danger."Diego's smile faltered. He wished he could share her relief but he couldn't. His brother was still an existing factor standing against them. He managed a smile again. "You should get some sleep.""Okay." She responded surprisingly giving in to his request unlike he had been expecting. She must have been really tired. "Diego," she called out his name suddenly. "there's something really important I need to tell
“Giving them the answers they sought.”–The morning air was cool against Rebecca's skin as she stood by the car, she held onto Diego's hand like letting go would mean forever and not just for that day. She stared at her hold around his hand, she really didn't want to let go. "Do you really think it's a good idea to go back there today?" Diego's rich voice filled up her ears and she met his gaze. "I do." She responded as she managed to work up a small smile, even though the thought of speaking with her aunt or even Leon's family made a tight knot in her chest. She continued in the same leveled tone. "Knowing my aunt, she'll report me missing if I don't go back home. Besides, she will have questions and so will Leon's family and no matter how despicable they might seem, they've always taken care of me. I owe them this much." His jaw tightened, she knew that look all too well.He wanted to argue with her but swallowed back on his words. "Let me come with you." He offered instead.
“Together, our bodies have never felt any better.”–The door clicked shut behind them, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was nowhere else to be.Rebecca stood in the middle of the room, still fully dressed, it almost felt like a dream being where she was at all. Diego watched her from the doorway, memorizing the shape of her in the low light. The way her shoulders had finally dropped, the way her breath came slower now that they were alone together. "We're married," she said quietly, as if saying it too loud might break them apart. "We're married." He echoed, crossing the room to her.His words were more of an assurance rather than a response. "I can't believe it." She uttered with a soft laugh. He reached up to brush a strand of stray hair from her face but that was when he noticed it. A single tear drop rolled down the side of her eyes, not from sadness, not from excitement either. It was a mix of everything.Three years apart, yearning for each other yet
“I'd gladly accept this ticket to hell if I have to. I'm never forgiving you.” –Side by side, they walked down the altar, not caring about the eyes that kept staring at them in shock and surprise. Their voices could be heard although she pretended like she didn't hear them. "D--Don Diego!""Oh my goodness!""Isn't he the Gonzalez family Don? What is he doing here?""What exactly is going on here?"Diego looked like they were nothing but flies buzzing in the distance, he wasn't even bothered the slightest bit. Rebecca's aunt rose to her feet, anger burning in her gaze. "What exactly is going on here? Where is my son in law?""He is right here." Diego responded calmly. Rebecca turned to look at him as those words left his lips. She was just as surprised as her aunt. Standing in front of the pastor now, the man didn't wait a second despite the commotion going on amongst the crowd. The moment Diego's deep voice growled softly. "Join us together." The man immediately began the cer
“I'm ready to walk down the darkest path of this earth as long as it's with you.”–Rebecca stared at the man that stood not too far away from them. She didn't know how to feel. At first, she felt it was her salvation, but from the look of things, it looked like Leon's death. And as much as she despised Leon, she would never have wished him death. Blood decorated the half of Diego's face, yet that wasn't the scariest part of his face. He didn't look like a man that was going to kill someone but death itself. "Diego...!" She breathed sharply. If she asked him not to do anything, she would either have to sign the marriage certificate or lose her son and she wasn't ready for either of them. Leon's eyes widened more than Rebecca thought they could get, she watched the look of surprise spread all over his face like a deadly disease spreading fast and wide. "D-- D-- Diego Gonzalez!" Leon stuttered. "What are you... What brings you here?" If he wanted to act calm, he was failing terri
“How am I any different?”–A few minutes earlier...Diego picked up Peterson by the collar of his shirt and brought his gaze to meet his. "Tell me what I want to hear..." He growled softly. The man was already weak and blood poured down from his nostrils. His eyes could barely open and his body was bruised and aching. "Mr Gonzalez..." He muttered weakly. "If you don't tell me what I want to hear, I swear I will kill you and your entire family. I will make you watch as I slaughter each and every one of your kids and then your wife before killing you." Diego's voice was low like the rumbling of the clouds. "I'll talk. Please... Please don't hurt my family... I'll talk." Mr Peterson finally agreed. "I'm listening.""Your brother is the one who asked me to do it, I swear, I didn't mean to hurt your father. He made me do it. He gave me this house as a gift and a hundred million dollars to take care of my family. "He asked me to shut down my hospital and live a quiet life. I've been
A shared sexual experience for just one to remember._Rebecca wanted to hit his hand away, she wanted to give him the lecture of his life for touching her like that! But deep down, she wished he would go further down. He caressed her waist and her hips but stopped short of her ass, like he wanted
The man who murdered fathers, even his own. _Diego's eyes squinted confusedly, why was she suddenly acting so emotional? “Will you just hear me out?” He said, trying to explain himself. “Why does everything always have to revolve around you?!” She barked, taking him by surprise. “Can't you just
The strongest Man with the greatest weakness. _Diego heard a soft knock on his door and he already knew who it was. Rebecca approached his desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.He looked up at her face and noticed something new. Her lips were a deeper shade of red than normal. His brow
Answers? More like dead end riddles._A lot of questions stormed through Rebecca's mind at once. She tried to pick the best three out of the millions that plagued her mind. Why was she being held captive? What kind of business did her dad do with them? Who were they hiding from? What happened to







