Mag-log inA few days later, a large brown envelope arrived at the house.I was having breakfast when the head maid brought it in with a tense face. "Madam, this is for you. Delivered by a special courier."I took the envelope. There was a red wax seal on the back, a boxing emblem with writing around it that I didn't have time to read. I opened it carefully, my fingers trembling slightly because I could already guess what was inside.An official boxing challenge letter from Roseanne.On cream-colored paper with the National Boxing Federation header, written in formal letters, Roseanne officially challenged Lucia De Luca to compete in a charity boxing exhibition to be held three weeks from now."Oh my," I whispered.Alexandro, who was sitting across from me reading the newspaper, lifted his head."What's that?""A challenge letter from Roseanne."He put down his paper. His hand reached out, took the letter, and read it carefully. His face was flat as usual, but his jaw hardened."I'll talk to my
We stopped by a restaurant across from the mall. A restaurant with dark wooden tables and small candles on top. A place that was supposed to be romantic, but the atmosphere at our table wasn't romantic at all.Alexandro sat across from me with his arms crossed over his chest. His face was cold, his eyes staring out the window, not looking at me. On the table, the menu was already open, but he hadn't ordered.I had already ordered. But him? He just said "whatever" to the waiter, then went back to being silent."Hubby?"He didn't answer."What do you want to eat?""Whatever."He glanced at me briefly, then went back to the window.I sighed. This had been going on since we left the mall. In the car, he didn't talk. I tried to talk about the weather, he was silent. I tried to tell him about the clothes I bought, he just said "hmm." I tried to ask if he was angry, he didn't answer.Now at the restaurant, same thing."Are you angry?""No.""You're only answering with one word.""Yes.""That
"My wife," Alexandro answered.The robber laughed. "Good. Then you either give me money, or I take your wife."Alexandro sighed. Slowly. He took out his phone from his pocket. The robber immediately aimed his gun at the phone."Don't call anyone!"Alexandro ignored him. He pressed a few buttons, put the phone to his ear."Police? There's an armed robbery at the city center mall. Five men. Don't be slow."He hung up.The whole room fell silent.The robber's eyes widened. "You... you're crazy?!"He raised his gun, ready to shoot, but before his finger could pull the trigger, something happened.The door of the room opened.Not from the outside, but from the inside. A door on the other side of the room, which I had thought was just a closet, swung wide open, and from behind that door, men in neat black suits came out.Twenty men.Marco at the front.They were all carrying guns.The robber was shocked. He stepped back, his gun still raised, but his hand trembled."What... what is this?!"
After the incident with the salesgirl, I decided not to stay quiet. I had already grabbed several colorful dresses from the big size section, bright red, navy blue, sunny yellow. I held them tightly, feeling a little victorious, but not yet satisfied.My eyes shifted to Alexandro.He stood beside me in his black shirt and black pants. His whole body was black, like he was in mourning. Like he had never known any color other than black and white.I smiled mischievously."I want to pick out clothes for you too."He raised an eyebrow. "For me?""Yes. You're always in black. I'm bored.""I'm not bored.""But I'm bored of looking at you."He looked at me with eyes I couldn't read. But I didn't care. I was already walking to the men's clothing rack, my eyes scanning the rows of shirts, t-shirts, jackets.Then I found it.A plain t-shirt, soft cotton material, with a collar. Bright light blue, like the morning sky.I took it. Then I took red, then yellow, then turquoise, then light purple.I
The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual.I opened my eyes slowly. Beside me, Alexandro was still asleep. His face was calm in sleep, not cold. I liked seeing him like this. When he didn't have to be a ruthless businessman or the head of an underground organization.But I didn't wake up early to stare at him.I woke up because something had been bothering my mind for the past week.The scale.I walked to the bathroom quietly, trying not to make any noise. I had tried hard. Dieting, no late-night snacks. Sometimes I was hungry, but I endured.I wanted to see the results.The scale stood in the corner of the bathroom, on the white marble floor. I took a deep breath. I took off my slippers. I stepped onto the scale with one foot, then the other.The numbers on the screen blinked for a moment. Then stopped.88 kg.My eyes widened. I read it again. 88 kg. I lost 5 kg. I couldn't believe it. I stepped off the scale, then stepped on again. 88 kg. Same. Unchanged."Aaaaaa!" I screamed.
Alexandro carried me. I wrapped my arms around his neck."I'll take you inside," he whispered.I nodded. I couldn't speak.He walked toward the old building. Behind me, I heard Marco giving orders. The sound of footsteps, the sound of cars moving, but I didn't look back. I just closed my eyes and hoped it would all end soon.The building door opened. Dim lights illuminated a spacious room with exposed brick walls, old wooden floors, and a few leather chairs in the corner. There was a long table in the center, with maps and documents scattered on it.Alexandro set me down on a chair. His hand was still on my shoulder, warm, calming."Wait here. I need to talk for a moment," he said.I nodded. I still couldn't speak. My mouth felt dry, my tongue felt stiff, and in my head, the image of that man falling to the ground with blood flowing from his head was still vivid.Alexandro walked toward a man standing near the window. The man was tall, black hair with a little gray at the temples, a n
I showed him everything I had learned from Mira.I sat on his lap, both arms wrapped around his neck. My breath was slow, rhythmic, exactly as Mira taught. "Breathing is the key," she said before. "Proper breathing can make a man lose control."I whispered in his ear. "Where do you want me to start
Three days since Mira came.Three days I learned, about touch, about sound, about movement, about how to make a man want you. And every night, I waited.Alexandro did not come home.Around ten at night, I heard a car in the driveway. My heart pounded wildly.I ran to the window. The black car was p
"A makeup tutor?""Yes, Madam. Mr. Alexandro arranged it. He said you need to learn how to do your makeup for future family events.""Al... alright. What time?""At ten o'clock, Madam. So you still have time for breakfast and to get ready."I nodded.A short while later.I was still sitting on the
The priest began to recite the prayer in a steady voice that echoed throughout the church. I stood still beside Alexandro, my hands feeling stiff as I held the bouquet. The scent of lilies was too strong, almost making me dizzy."We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Alexandro De Lu

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