Masuk
Chapter 1
Jane's POV
"Tomorrow you would become my wife." Fernando whispered into my ear with joy as we watched the sun receding to the sea's horizon and all I could do was fake a happy smile.
As he left me, I rubbed my temple, ruining a portion of the frontals of my done hair. It was a day to my wedding yet I was filled with so much sorrow and frustration. Maybe it's because I was about to get married to the man I hated most in the world.
"Come on, Jane, let's go! It's getting late!" Fernando called me and I followed him like the slave I had agreed to be since five days ago that he engaged me officially.
"Listen." He drew nearer to me from his driver's seat. "Tomorrow is going to be our wedding... "
"I haven't forgotten, Fernando!" I almost screamed.
"Let me finish!" He raised a finger, his gray eyes lighting up. "Tomorrow is our wedding and I expect you to be of proper behavior. I don't expect you to go on with that face with which you're always with whenever I'm talking to you... You will cooperate because tomorrow is our big day." He leans back and a contended grin indents his face.
"Your big day." I whispered.
"What did you say."
I turn my face to meet his gaze. "It's your big day. You know I don't want this, Fernando!"
"Well the way I see it, you had options and you chose to marry me. Or did you not?"
My lips tightened and I'm unable to say a word. "Or you can cancel out and we'll call off the wedding. But I'm sure you know what will happen."
I avert my gaze from his and stare down at my hands. "I'm sorry."
"Of course, you know." He grabs the wheel and and starts the car.
As soon as I step into my house, I begin gathering my things. He was going to send his driver to pick me up later and take me to his sister's house for the wedding preparation.
"Come in!" I yelled as soon as I heard the knock.
The next thing, I hear the door shutting loudly and then my friend Tim's footsteps across the living room untill he nears my door and barges in.
"You're not seriously considering this, Jane!"
"I'm not considering it... I'm doing it!" I throw a bottled water into the bag before zipping it.
"You can't do this!"
"Well what choice do I have?" I look at him for the first time.
"You're selling yourself to this crazy man who doesn't even care about you! Your entire life and your happiness!"
"Tim. I have to do this." I draw nearer to him. "If I don't, you know what would happen to me... To my mum!"
"You have sacrificed enough, Jane. I can't just imagine you doing this for a woman who doesn't even care about you!"
"That woman is still my mother, Tim. I can't watch her die when I can stop it..."
"By selling yourself to Fernando."
"This is my decision and I'm taking it. That's final." I turn from him and grab my bag.
The silence thickens and I'm holding myself from cracking up with tears.
"I wish you a happy married life." He mumbled and l listened to his footsteps as he left. My heart shattered once again as he slammed the door.
I had known Fernando for five years. I used to be just a casual bartender at his bar. I had always been very uncomfortable with the way he stared at me. Despite him being my employer, I didn''t take any nonsense from him and made it clear to him that I wasn't going to be a part of the young girls that he toyed and played with.
I had previously lost my dad so it was pretty difficult surviving with my mum alone.
Fernando accepted her job request as his cashier. I wasn't very happy about it then because my mother was a habitual drinker. Her monthly payment may not even be enough for her to get all the bottles she needed. And she had a no good boyfriend Julio who was feeding off of her. I guess I had foreseen what would happen.
But I hadn't imagined that it would be as bad as she letting Julio trick her into borrowing so much money from her for his gambles. In the end, she lost six million dollars to Julio- Fernando's money.
And the worst of it, when Julio realized that he had taken that much and had lost it all to his gamble, he ran away and left my mother to face the consequences alone.
Fernando didn't take it lightly. He had my mum locked up and he promised to charge her if she didn't provide his money within a year.
I began to work my ass off and beg relatives to pay the debt. Fernando was only being nicer with my mum's punishment because of his interest in me. But it still didn't stop him from taking my salary month after month because of the debt.
After four months, I could only pay back, three hundred and fifty dollars.
"Are you sure you would be able to pay back my money before the year ends?" Fernando had asked me.
"I could spare your mother and overlook her debt. All you'll have to do is to marry me."
I almost spat in his face. I refused plainly. But when my mother heard, she spoke to me from behind her bars, blaming me for refusing the offer.
"I don't love, Fernando!" I had told her.
"Would you rather he kills me?"
Despite everything, I loved my mum dearly.
I had to be the responsible daughter that I have always been.
"But if you can return my money today, you're free to walk away. You and your mum." Fernando told me because he knew that even if he gave me another year, I wouldn't be able to get his money back.
I had no choice.
I grab my bag when I hear the car honking outside.
When I got outside, the driver spoke patiently.
"Your husband- to- be asked me to bring you home."
I draw in a deep breath. "I'm ready."
DIEGOI dropped my briefcase onto the table, harder than I meant to, and sank into the chair. My breath was still uneven, my pulse refusing to settle. I yanked my tie loose and pushed my hand back through my hair.But no matter what I did, her image stayed with me.Lucia - standing there in that thin, almost transparent singlet… her skin glowing under the hallway light, her glassy eyes… the details of her body like a bruise in my mind, impossible to ignore and sure to leave a scar.And Quinn behind her.Why was he in there with her?Why was she half dressed?Why did she look… cornered?A knot twisted deeper into my stomach and I dragged off my jacket while struggling to force my breathing down to something normal. But every attempt to rationalize only made something furious toil tighter in my chest.If Quinn was hurting her, if he was... Quinn wasn't that kind of man. But if I ever found out he forced himself on her in any way…I wasn’t sure what I would do to him. But I knew it'll b
JANEI didn't know what I was thinking now. I don't even know if I was thinking at all. Or maybe I didn't need to think. I just wanted to feel his body on mine. In mine.I wanted to touch him and be touched by him.His lips refused to leave mine during our push and tussle into the shower cubicle. I didn't even know when he pulled his singlet off. Or maybe I did it for him.I didn't care. The moment the water touched my skin, I gasped. He pulls away from me quickly to adjust the temperature of the water.I faced the mirror and figured my singlet was now see-through, glued to my body by the water.Quinn appears behind me, his body warm as we leave the shower behind us but we could still feel the splashes, now warmer.I watch him from the mirror as he plants soft kisses along the length of my neck, his hand tugging at the hem of my singlet. I close my eyes and raise my hands above my head, making it easier for him to drag out of me. When I open my eyes, I'm staring at how amazing my b
JANE I lifted a hand to block the sunlight stinging my eyes. Warm brightness slipped through the curtains, brushing over my skin. “You look prettier today.” I jolted upright the moment I heard Quinn’s voice, clutching the bedsheet to my chest as if it were armor. He was seated at my dressing table - joggers, white singlet, hair falling over his forehead, cup of coffee in hand. A strange déjà vu flickered through me. Except this time, he was staring straight into my eyes. “What… how—” My gaze darted down at myself. I was wearing a white singlet similar to his. It was his, in fact. Beneath the blanket, my panties from yesterday. My heart slammed hard enough to bruise. “Did I fuck your voice away?” he teased. “I don’t remember wearing this,” I snapped back, heat rising in my face. No - he did not take my voice. And no - we didn’t even fuck! Flashes of last night crawled back: My memory got fuzzy afterwards because of the alcohol. How could I have been so stupid to let him.... I
Jane's POV Once he shot the door to his study room, he sat me on top of the table, pinning me down with hands on the table, at both side of my thighs. "What was that all about?" He demanded. "That was about me doing my job well. Isn't that how perfect you wanted it to be?" I clapped back. His nose squeezed, his face tilting back. He perceived the alcohol from my breath, then a smirk draws slowly over the corner of his lips. "Even when you asked Rodrig to stay?" He cocks a brow. "Sounds to me like you enjoyed his company." "Maybe I was just tired of being around you only!" I yelled. "And saw someone with real gut and real aura!" "Or..." His hands slide further, his body coming closer to mine. "You've become so accustomed to the violence I show you that you now love the mafia!" He draws the 'L' in love. That's not true. That'll never be me. I pushed my face closer, our noses almost touching and my eyes glaring stubbornly into his. "I think it's time for me to speak to my
Jane's POV "Will you look at that?" Rodrig's voice welcomed us to the hall room. "Madrid goes 4-2 against the home team! Disgusting." My eyes searched for the body but it and been cleaned up. Not even a trace of blood left. Rodrig turned from the TV and fixed his eyes on us as we reached the end of the stairs. "You're here finally. Where's my stash?" I leaned on the railing, my thighs grinding against the other as if to trap the heat left by Quinn still in. I watched him as he placed the carton of ammunition on the round table. He bent over, his hands picking through the items one after the other, his fingers brushing across the parts, some holding firmly. Those same long thin fingers that were inside me a few minutes ago. I slid my fingers up the back of my ear, down my neck to wipe the sweat off. "That's enough. I trust they're intact," Rodrig grunted, beckoning on the maid to our him another glass. I gulped saliva down my dry throat and strolled to the bar, pouring m
Quinn's p o v "Save that for later, my lady." I murmur as I jerk her dress up against her waist and tug at the strap of her panties. "Don't call me tha..." Before she could finish, I seize the waist strap of her lacy thong and slowly drag it down, out through her feet and wrap my fingers around the soaked piece before bringing it to my nose and sniffing hard at the sexy fragrance of her wetness. I casually shove it aside and turn back to her. She's down with her dress hiked up to her waist and her knees raised, the blurry view of her drenched pussy beneath sends a shattering sensation through my nerves. Her hair is scattered all-over the table and her shoulder, her face, and the top of her breasts too– it makes her look angelic. Her chest is heaving fast– she's still not settled for her sweet punishment yet. My fingers tap on her ankles, before slowly climbing up her legs. The top of my fingers glide across her creamy thighs causing her to shift against my touch. When I arr







