LOGIN“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
“What will I ever do without him in my life?”–Rebecca had never been any more confused and angry in her entire life. Just standing there with that monster holding her hand so tightly made her wish she had some sort of weapon to carve off his eerie smile. But in the end, she had nothing. She was powerless against a man like him in this situation. She couldn't do anything but to succumb to his wishes to save the one thing she owned and loved more than her life. “Why are you doing this, Leon? Why do you have to take things so far?” Hot tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him. She kept trying to wriggle her arm free but his grip was tight. “Because you pushed me, Rebecca. You made me do this.” He growled in a deep tone. “All you had to do was stick with me and none of this would have happened.” She couldn't control the tears that poured down her face. “Is this what you wanted from the start? To see me hurting so much?” Leon stared into her eyes and found himself not being
“I'd never marry him, over my dead body. But my son's…?”–Rebecca put the bag of groceries into the back of her car. She loved going grocery shopping every Saturday and she always went with Timothee and Beatrice. It was always so lovely having them around. Another reason she loved Saturdays was because after grocery shopping, they'd spend the day at Beatrice's place, playing with her children and living like a calm and happy family without Helen to be the storm to their calm. "Help your mother put this at the back too." Beatrice told Timothee as she handed him a very small plastic bag with some fresh onions inside. Timothee, always wanting to do something, happily received the plastic bag and rushed towards his mother as fast as his little legs could carry him. Rebecca's face was split by a smile as she received the plastic bag from her little helper. "Thank you darling." After packing up all the groceries, they got into the car and drove out of the grocery store. Rebecca was
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







