9

Jane's p o v 

Perhaps the earlier I accepted this new life as my fate the better. Could that be so hard to do? Hadn't I always wanted a luxurious kind of life, attending classy parties and going on expensive vacations? Sitting and lying on comfortable and lush furniture and big soft beds?

What if Enrico is going to give me all of that? What if I could endure his hostility just for a little while and hope to get comfortable with him. 

What if I respected him? He would be nice to me and not so authoritative and frightening.

The standing question was could I do that? 

A lot went through my mind as I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror while Emily arranged my head dress. 

I had never worn a wedding gown in my life and hadn't dreamed of wearing one so soon in life. Of course not until Fernando. But what he had made me weer last week's Saturday was an insult to wedding dresses. This was the real deal. I thought as I stay down at the stone laced skirt of my dress.

But as I stared at my reflection wearing this slightly fitted dress lined with stone, fear creeped me out.

I still must be dreaming right?

I was getting married to a man who has been holding me hostage for almost a week now, claiming to be in love with me when clearly all he wanted from me was that agreement he needed me to sign for him.

He was very good looking in fact. With that kind of body, and face, any lady would want to be in his bed for a night. But that's just it, a night. With his attitude, he clearly couldn't keep a lady. Any lady but not me though. 

I shivered when he was around me and broke whenever he touched me. I revered him and the fact that he may now think he has full right to my body after this ridiculous wedding creeped me out every second which I thought about it. But I was no no nonsense girl myself. I would make him get tired of having me here. I grinned wickedly.

Perhaps was there still a way for me to escape this?

I tried to breathe and think of everything that I could start enjoying through this. He was madly wealthy and could make me comfortable. 

No! He got his money through illegal activities. I didn't want that kind of life or that kind of money. He was also very dangerous and could harm me if I refused to do what he wanted. 

I needed to escape. There's no way I could do this.

" You have to stop avoiding me like this madam. " Emily called as she strapped the bracelet around my wrist.

" What do you mean? "

" You need to let go of your grudges against me already. "

" Let go of my grudges you say? As far as I'm concerned, you are the most dangerous person in this entire villa. " 

She just smiled and blinked her eyes.

" You still don't understand, do you? "

" Understand what? "

" You can't escape from him. He will surely find you before you even step out of this villa. Nobody can escape from him. "

" If you hadn't been such a snitch, I would have been long gone, back to my life. My freedom. "

" I would have been in trouble. " I hear the sudden shiver in her voice. " You would be putting a lot of people on trouble. Quinn is not as bad as he makes himself look. He is very soft only if you let him show you that part of him. He's very replicative when it comes to how he treats people. I don't want to be in trouble because of you. I hope you understand. "

 I don't even know what to say anymore. It wasn't my fault that I didn't want to be held this way.

 She grabs the shoebox and lays it under my feet. As she pulls the shoes out, I begin to wonder how long she has been working here and what she has been going through. How did she manage to start working for such a brute in the first place? Poor thing.

" I haven't mentioned what he would have done to you particularly if you were caught trying to run from him. " She chuckles and shakes her head. Was she trying to scare me or something.

" So how am I supposed to marry someone like this? I can't, Emily. You should understand why I need to run. I can't stay with him. I don't know him at all except that he is a brutal psychopath who thinks I'm his dead wife and wants me to just love him. "

" That's what you just need to do! " She rises up. " Accept him and be calm. He does have a very nice side. "

" Was it so easy for you? To just accept a life that isn't yours? Like it's normal? "

She tucks her curly blond hair in place. " You have no choice but to. Once you're chosen by El jefe, that's it for you. There's never a going back. " She nods her head and starts taking her steps backwards. " You'll come to realize this. "

She picks a rag from my vanity table and comes back to wipe the new shoes clean while I just watch in confusion. What exactly was happening to me? 

" So please! " She called after strapping my shoes on my feet. " Do not get him angry. "

I was already nauseated by the reality of it all. I was sick to my stomach to think of accepting him just like that and everyone else took it as normal.

Emily hadn't reassured me to stay here, she just gave me more serious reasons why I needed to leave as soon as I could.

I was now fully dressed up and ready to descend the stairs with Emily.

My heart shuddered and I tried to fight it.

Just as I prepare to walk down the stairs, I look down to see that someone else had his feet on the first step of the stairs below.

I look up at the young man and our eyes jam.

With one hand holding a cellphone to his ear, he waves his other hand to me to walk down while his feet drop back from the step.

With his permission, Emily and I continue walking down the stairs, while his hand swiftly returns to his pocket. My eyes lurked around him as I got closer.

His eyes were very small but it was impossible to not notice the sharp attractive blue beneath. His thick eyebrows settled under a straight brow ridge with a smooth nose bridge in-between. His average nose pointed above his thin lips that moved gently as he continued speaking calmly into the phone.

As the side of his face was turned to me, I could see his neat side parted hairstyle with neatly shaved sideburns that didn't exceed the front of his ears. His well defined facial structure contributes to his general attractiveness. 

With slightly broad shoulders, his muscles didn't hide as the gray suit he was wearing fitted closely around his arms and chest. He was the perfect definition of statuesque supermodel in every way.

He doesn't for once look up to see me and immediately Emily and I reach the bannister, he climbs the step and his perfume linger behind as he goes up the stairs. 

I struggle not to look back, instead, I turn to Emily. 

" Who's he? “