Chapter 6

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 resist her inquisitive nature and gently touched Greta's arm. "What are those plants?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity as she pointed towards the unique cluster.

Greta's eyes darted towards the garden, a flicker of unease crossing her features. "They are one of a kind," she replied cautiously, her voice hushed. "The boss uses them for his businesses, and no one goes there unless they are specifically instructed to."

Georgina's brow furrowed, her mind swirling with questions. She sensed Greta's reluctance to share more about that mysterious part of the garden, and it only fueled her intrigue. Why were those plants so significant? The more Greta withheld, the more Georgina's determination grew to uncover the truth.

As they made their way back towards the mansion, Georgina caught sight of Marcelo. He was looking at them through a window, his tall figure standing confidently. He was wearing a watch on his wrist, the gleaming timepiece reflecting the sunlight, while a subtle smile graced his lips. A shiver ran down Georgina's spine.

As Georgina and Greta stepped back into the mansion, a tantalizing aroma filled the air, weaving its way through the grand halls. The scent danced around Georgina's senses, beckoning her towards the source of its delicious allure. 

Her gaze settled upon the spacious dining room, a sight that left her breathless. The grand table stretched out before her, adorned with an abundance of culinary delights. It was a feast fit for royalty, a display of opulence that spoke of Marcelo's wealth. 

The table groaned under the weight of the sumptuous dishes, each one a masterpiece in its own right. Exotic fruits, succulent meats, and mouth watering pastries adorned the surface, inviting Georgina to indulge in a gastronomic extravaganza. It was a feast that could sustain her for weeks, and yet, it seemed almost wasteful in its extravagance.

Marcelo's voice broke through Georgina's reverie, drawing her attention towards him. He was making his way down from the grand staircase, his presence commanding and magnetic. His outstretched hand beckoning her to join him, a silent invitation to partake in the feast that awaited.

"Come, my dear," Marcelo said, his voice a velvet caress that made Georgina feel uneasy. She slowly walked towards him, her steps cautious yet filled with a hint of anticipation. As she reached Marcelo's side, his gaze locked with hers, a smouldering intensity in his eyes.

Hand in hand, they approached the grand dining table, its abundance stretching out before them. Marcelo's touch sent a jolt of electricity through Georgina's veins.

As they approached the dining room, two of the house keepers each adjusted the chair for Georgina and Marcelo as they sat across each other. The housekeeper approached them, ready to serve their food onto their plates, but Marcelo halted the servant's progress with a single command.

"Leave us," he said, his voice carrying an air of authority that brooked no argument. The servant quickly retreated, leaving Georgina and Marcelo alone at the table. Marcelo's eyes remained fixed on Georgina, his gaze both intense and penetrating.

Silence enveloped the room as Georgina watched Marcelo take charge of his own meal, dishing the food onto his plate with practiced ease. The clinking of cutlery against porcelain echoed in the silence, punctuating the tension between them. Georgina felt a mixture of trepidation and curiosity as she cautiously followed suit, dishing her own food and selecting the appropriate utensils.

With a slight gesture of his hand, Marcelo indicated for Georgina to begin eating. She hesitated for a moment, her hunger apparent, before she started savouring the flavours that filled her mouth. Each bite was a mixture of pleasure and unease, the weight of the situation overshadowing the nourishment she sought.

Marcelo's eyes never wavered from Georgina as she ate. The intensity of his gaze made her feel as if she were under a microscope, her every move analyzed and scrutinized. It felt as

though the entire mansion had vanished, leaving only the two of them in this private, silent bubble.

Only Antonio, Marcelo's loyal bodyguard, remained visible, stationed at the entrance door like an unwavering sentinel. His presence served as a reminder that the world outside the dining room still existed, but for this moment, it seemed as though time stood still.

As they continued their meal, Marcelo checked his watch, a flicker of impatience crossing his features. “I better get moving,” he said.

He took the last bite of his food, rising from his seat without uttering a word. Georgina watched in silence as Marcelo walked out of the dining room, Antonio holding the door open for his departure.

Georgina remained seated, her gaze fixed on the open door, a mix of uncertainty and intrigue coursing through her veins. Antonio's steadfast presence at the doorway surprised her. It seemed that he wasn't following Marcelo on his undisclosed path, leaving Georgina with a sense of curiosity about Marcelo’s actions.

Georgina's steps were deliberate as she slowly stood up from the dining table, a fire ignited within her. Antonio, Marcelo's loyal bodyguard, felt a flicker of unease as he witnessed her approaching him with a determination that sent a chill down his spine. He remained still, his gaze steady and watchful.

She halted before Antonio, her eyes fixed upon him with an intensity that demanded attention. She circled him, her movements graceful yet charged with an undercurrent of righteous anger. It was a dance of power, a shift in the dynamics.

"You had no issue," Georgina's voice resonated, carrying a blend of fury and defiance. "Roughly handling my father, ordering your boys to do the same with me, and putting me at the back of a van. But now..." Her words hung in the air, pregnant with a newfound sense of control and retribution.

Antonio's stoic facade wavered ever so slightly, a crack in his composure revealing a flicker of apprehension. He had been a force to be reckoned with, a formidable enforcer of Marcelo's will. Yet now, in this moment, the tables had turned, and Georgina held him within her grasp.