Dazed and in pain, Georgina raised her head to meet the bartender's hostile gaze. Blood from her injured nose smeared her hand as she wiped it away.Though battered, Georgina's spirit remained unbroken. She knew that her mission's success was paramount, not only for her own freedom but also for the well-being of her precious daughter, Sofia. In that moment, she was willing to fight her way out of the predicament.But a voice interrupted the brewing conflict, one that carried authority. It was Agent Gabriel, who had managed to come into the kitchen unnoticed. His tone was calm but authoritative as he addressed the bartender. "She's with me. There's been a misunderstanding."The bartender hesitated, torn between his suspicion and the authoritative presence of Agent Gabriel. Georgina remained on the floor, her breathing heavy and her eyes locked onto Agent Gabriel. Agent Gabriel continued speaking with the bartender, “So sorry for your troubles Mr. Let’s act like none of this happened an
Marcelo couldn't take his eyes off her Georgina as she greeted him, ‘Good day sir’ with a polite smile. Marcelo smiled back warmly, gesturing for them to take a seat."Marcelo, we wanted to talk to you about something," Francisco began, leaning forward in his chair."We've been working on a plan to improve our winery, and we think it could be beneficial to you as well," Georgina added, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.Marcelo's interest was immediately piqued. He had always been fascinated by the world of wine, and he knew that Francisco had a keen business sense when it came to running his winery. He is well known around the city on this."Tell me more," he said, leaning forward in his chair.Francisco and Georgina launched into an animated discussion about their plans for the winery. They talked about everything from new grapes to improving the wine making process, to varietals and improved fermentation techniques, and Marcelo listened intently, nodding along as they spoke. “Thi
"Marcelo, I know you must have heard. I made a mistake by breaking our agreement. But I'm willing to make it right. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right with you."Marcelo raised an eyebrow,"What are you proposing?" he asked."I'll work for you," Francisco said. "I'll do whatever you need me to do. Just please, don't take Georgina away from me."Marcelo leaned back in his chair, staring straight into the eyes of Francisco.Marcelo sat in his leather armchair, puffing on his cigar while Francisco was nervously standing in silence across from him. After a long silence, Marcelo spoke up in a deep, serious voice."An agreement is an agreement amico," he said, letting out a plume of smoke.Francisco swallowed hard and replied, "I will work for you, I will do anything you want."Marcelo stood up from his chair, towering over Francisco. "What, do you think I am a beast?" he said, his eyes narrowing. "You don't think I am not capable of taking care of your daughter?"Francisco shoo
The thought of facing Marcelo filled her with fear. She knew that he was a dangerous man and her father had tried. ‘what would make her approach any different?’ She thought. Georgina didn't know if she had the courage to stand up to him.She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "I have to do this," she thought, her determination growing. "I have to find a way to fix this."Georgina stood up, her mind made up. She would face Marcelo and try to reason with him As soon as the sun set. It wouldn't be easy, but she knew that she had to try. For her family, for her own sake, and for the sake of her future.Marcelo's men arrived at Georgina and her Father Francisco's house very early in the morning. They had come to pick up Georgina. They arrived in a black Suv and knocked on the door continuously. Francisco sleepily headed towards the door. When Francisco opened the door, he noticed it was Antonio, the same guard that handed him the briefcase of money the day he made the deal wit
The grand hall was adorned with shimmering gold and silver decorations, and the air was thick with the aroma of flowers and expensive perfumes. Georgina stood at the altar, dressed in a breathtaking white gown, her heart heavy with sadness and regret. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had always imagined her wedding to be in a grand style but with a man she loved and her father smiling proudly across her. But this was not the case.Georgina had been forced into this marriage and now she was filled with regret. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to be married to Marcelo, but she had no choice.She was there physically, but mentally she was a million miles away, lost in her own thoughts, and dreading the future that lay ahead.It is the wedding of Georgina and Marcelo.It was a grand event that had clearly been in the works for months. The venue was a large mansion, with sprawling gardens that had been transformed into a magical wonderland for the occasion.The wed
Marcelo awoke with a languid stretch, his body still heavy with the remnants of sleep. Yawning, he made his way to the window, his steps silent against the cold wooden floor. The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the room.As his gaze swept over the bed, his eyes settled on Georgina's form. The sight of her stirred something within him, a mixture of desire and satisfaction. But to Georgina, his presence was nothing short of repugnant, a reminder of the night that had forever changed her.Georgina squinted her eyes, the sunlight dancing upon her face as she tried to shield herself from its intrusion. She peered at Marcelo through narrowed eyes, observing him as he stood by the window, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Everything about him disgusted her, every fiber of her being recoiling from the memories that lingered in the air.Sensing his presence drawing near, Georgina instinctively closed her eyes, feigning slumber. She ho
Georgina walked slowly beside Greta, her slender figure draped in a stunning blue dress. Greta, the Chief maid, guided her through Marcelo's opulent mansion, describing each room with a mixture of admiration and caution."And this, Miss Georgina, is the grand ballroom," Greta exclaimed, gesturing towards the magnificent space adorned with crystal chandeliers and ornate decorations. "Many extravagant events and celebrations have taken place here, filled with music and laughter."Georgina listened attentively, her eyes taking in the grandeur that surrounded her. The mansion was a world unto itself.As they moved through the sprawling garden, the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Georgina marvelled at the vibrant colours and delicate petals. But her curiosity was piqued when Greta purposefully avoided a particular area, veering their path away from a section of the garden. The plants in that section were unusual, all of the same size, forming a peculiar pattern.Georgina couldn't
Antonio remained quiet, his silence an infuriating barrier between Georgina and the answers she sought. Undeterred, she continued to circle him, her determination unwavering. Frustration burned within her, fueling the urgency in her voice."What. So you can't speak now?" Georgina's voice trembled with a mix of anger and desperation. Antonio's silence persisted, exacerbating the turmoil within her. Georgina couldn't contain her frustration any longer, and she let out a piercing scream. "Answer me!"Startled by her outburst, Antonio stammered, his voice betraying the weight of his words. "I had no choice. I was instructed to do so." His admission hung heavy in the air, his vulnerability echoing through the room.Georgina's anger intensified, her gaze fixed on Antonio as she stood before him, demanding acknowledgement. Her eyes burned with a mixture of fury and defiance. She made her stance clear, asserting her newfound authority. "First of all, now you address me as 'ma'am,' understood?