Chapter 5

The new day, always brings new hopes, opportunity or sorrows in everyone's life but sometimes it doesn't bring anything new to someone's life. The same blank day, blank life and blank future that was what Zavier was living for: Blankness. He doesn't know what the motive of him is living on the planet when he has no one to live for, no one to care for and no one who cares for him. He has no one to call as his, he didn't possess any relationship in his whole life.

He just knows one and only thing that he has to ruin The Fernandez family anyhow. Their name, their fame, their happiness, their family and for that he can go to any extent. His loneliness was a never ending saga because all he knows is to push away everything and everyone away from him as if he was tired of everything but the truth is that he never took interest in anything in the first place except the revenge from The Fernandez family. That's something he knows very well loathing their existence.

When he got to know that Agustin Fernandez is off to America he himself wanted to follow him there to know the truth of his presence there without any filtration but America is the place where he avoids going to because a few years ago when he went there he had something which left him more blank than he usually remains. Due to some planned mischief of his personal assistant he had an incident there and he still has only blurred images of that undeniably horrible day.

There he met someone and felt something unusual with that person. He felt something which he never felt before but the irony is that he doesn't even know who that person is. It all happened in intoxication of something strong which he didn't comprehend yet. He didn't understand if it was due to the intoxication of the mischief of his personal assistant of the heat of the moment but all in all he didn't remember that person at all and as a redemption his personal assistant is brutally, horrible teleported to hell.

He didn't even try to find that person because he didn't want to remember that incident anymore which would distract him from his current goal which is to destroy The Fernandez family but it was undeniable that he still has that person's belonging with him which he has kept safely with him. So, he has aligned his men behind Agustin while he will be taking updates from them via face call or mail. He was ready to catch even a single point which he could use against Fernandez's.

Agustin has already left for America and his men were following him while he was sitting in his company's office waiting for his men to inform him of every important and short detail even unnecessary ones because he could take the risk of losing any single hint of clue against him and his family. He was going through some files until there were some calls from his men. Suddenly there was a knock at his cabin door gaining his attention.

"Adelante." He said in his deep husky voice without raising his gaze from the files knowing no one is allowed at this floor except his secretary.

(Translation: Come in.)

Soon he could hear that unforgettable rhythm and voice of someone's footsteps and now it was confirmed that it was none other than his secretary Mr. Xander Perez. He was indulged in his files waiting for his secretary to reveal the reason for his sudden presence not interested in knowing the reason, even a bit.

"Sir Sra. García está aquí. Ella dijo que quiere conocerte." Xander said in his curt professional voice knowing his boss doesn't like beating around the bush unnecessarily.

(Translation: Sir Mrs. Garcia is here. She said she wants to meet you.)

Zavier was silent for some time then he gestured with his hand to send her inside. Xander nodded after understanding his boss' silent gesture and went out of his cabin. Walking past his cabin, he went down the hallway and entered inside the elevator pressing some buttons. He patiently stood in the corner of the elevator. Soon he reached the floor where visitors waited.

Soon the elevator doors opened and he stepped out of it watching the woman sitting there in all her glory. She was very beautiful with her green eyes and fair skin. Her hourglass figure was well maintained and her deep neck bodycon dress complemented her beauty. He stood in front of her gaining her attention.

"Señora García, el jefe la espera en su camarote." Xander said politely earning a curt nod from her.

(Translation: Mrs. Garcia, the boss is expecting you in his cabin.)

The woman Eleanor Garcia, none other than the wife of the one and only infamous Zavier Garcia stood up elegantly and started walking towards the elevator. Her pencil heels clicking against the pavement were increasing Xander's heartbeat with each passing second. The more cold and ruthless his boss is, he got himself a wife just like him: cold and tough but her beauty and elegance was undeniable. Whatever she does it has elegance, class and royalty in it.

She stepped inside the elevator with her shiny and expensive clutch in her left hand looking straight with her cold eyes scaring him to his core. He also stepped inside the elevator pressing some buttons again and stood silently in the corner again but this time he was at the edge due to her unforgiving presence in the same vicinity. The elevator started moving and within a minute they reached the top floor.

When the doors opened Xander gestured for her to move ahead which she would have done anyways. Without paying any heed to him she walked out of the elevator straightly walking towards Zavier aka her husband's cabin. No matter how eager she was to meet him she didn't forget to knock at the door knowing he doesn't like tardiness at all. She knocked at the door and waited for him to answer patiently.

"Adelante." Soon his faint yet clear voice came which made her walk inside pushing past the glass door.

(Translation: Come in.)

She entered inside the magnificent cabin adorned with a classy chandelier, a big mahogany desk in the middle with him behind it at a comfortable chair indulged in some files. At her left side there was a big glass wall giving the whole view of the bustling city outside and on her right side there was a big bookshelf containing some business books and files of his.

Beside the bookshelf there was a door too which led to a room in which no one was allowed to go not even a single fly except him but she knew that room has a small balcony too comfortable for at least three to four people. On her left side there was a big comfortable L shaped couch too against the glass wall with a coffee table and a beautiful vase which she bought from Saudi Arabia at the start of this year.

She walked towards him with an inferno while he was least bothered by her presence. Without exchanging any words she stood near his chair and not daring to pull the file away from his hand she sat in his lap straddling him. Her face right in front of his face blocking his view of the file in his hands. Her green gaze collided with his grey stormy ones which were cold and calm. He didn't bother to act upon any action because he knew already for what she was there.

"¿Por qué no vienes a casa? Hace dos semanas que te veo." She rasped against his lips while her perfectly manicured nail playing with the button of his white, crisp shirt.

(Translation: Why aren't you coming at home? It's been two weeks that I have seen you.)

As soon as her words were finished she melted against his body and lazily laid her head at his chest while he sat there coldly. Her earlier dominant and confident aura crumbled in front of him but it was not enough to crumble his. Not getting any answer from him she sighed and raised her head again to meet his gaze.

"Te extrañé, amor. Realmente lo hice." She said in her vulnerable and weak voice trying to melt him but from deep inside she knew she was talking to a rock.

(Translation: I missed you, love. I really did.)

He still didn't reply to her and slowly trailed his gaze back to the file in his hands. She understood that her efforts were going in vain because neither he would reply to her nor come back home. It was not a home but a big luxurious mansion which he had gifted to her on their wedding day but he barely steps his foot there and either he lives in his penthouse or spends his night in his office only. As a wife she misses his presence but truth to be told she was nothing but a contract wife for him.

Yes, their marriage was just a contract because as per the rules he had to prove himself responsible and worthy for the position of the mafia boss on which he was, today but it happened only when he married her because that was the main condition that he should have a woman, his partner by his side. While she was a daughter of a normal middle class family so all he had to do was throw money in front of her parents and as assumed they agreed instantly seeing so much money in front of their poor dime.

She also agreed because who will reject the offer if never-ending wealth is coming to them served in a golden platter. Without wasting any time she accepted his offer even after knowing it was a baseless contract marriage for a limited period of time. Still she chose this marriage and today now she is here with so much wealth and power still she had nothing in her hands.

Zavier doesn't even look at her except for fucking which was their mutual decision because they both have their own needs and it was clearly mentioned in the contract that they can't be in a relationship with someone else during the contract period due to maintain exclusivity and reputation. At first Eleanor was completely fine with it but after the time was passing she started feeling neglected and ignored by Zavier while she started expecting more from him than the contract conditions.

"¿Por qué no dices nada?" She asked him seductively and placed a sensual kiss on his neck.

(Translation: Why aren't you saying anything?)

Zavier knew that she had started expecting him more than a contract but he didn't intend to accompany her in those violations of rules. He set the rules because he knew he couldn't do these relationships, so he made the contract to end this relationship after everyone will be off his back. He decided the time of the contract for a year. Eleanor was irritated by his ignorance so she pulled the file down from his hands and threw it away lightly.

As soon as she did that, his jaw clenched while his hand shot to her throat clasping around it firmly enough to pressurize her wind pipe. She looked at his startled while his cold, stormy eyes were staring at her blankly. There was no rage in his eyes, just blankness with a tick in his jaw which made her regret her actions immediately.

"¡Manténgase en sus límites!" Zavier said in his low and deep voice sending shivers to her core because she didn't even want to imagine what he could do to her.

(Translation: Stay in your limits!)

"Sólo quiero algo de tu tiempo." She let out with a little difficulty in her vulnerable and pleading voice.

(Translation: I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to offend you. I just want s-some of your time.)

"No puedes pedirme mi tiempo porque no tienes ese derecho. Deja de actuar como una pequeña esposa perfecta que no puedes ser porque no tenemos ese tipo de relación. Así que deja de actuar como si fueras mi dueño porque no lo eres." Zavier said nonchalantly not caring what she said because it was his least concern.

(Translation: You can't ask me my time because you don't have that right. Stop acting like a perfect, little wife which you can't be because we don't have that kind of relationship. So stop acting as if you own me because you don't.)