POV. AlexanderIt drives me crazy when plans change, not getting the result, I hate that sometimes my men are so stupid, what they call being cautious, I consider cowardice. I won't waste any more time, I'll kill that idiot myself, I don't care if World War III breaks out.“Dominic, we're leaving! “I order. I won't let him near Luna, I look at her, she knows he has to go back to her room.He is a boy with raging hormones and I don't trust the way he looks at him.“Can't I stay talking to your friend?Not even in dreams.“No, You can not!"I'm going back to the room, I don't feel well," she says, leaving the chair, she stands up. See you soon.That's it, good girl, Lunita."See you later, Luna," Dominic responds with a smile.Alena appears and I wave to her. She knows what to do about Miller. I look back at my brother, he annihilates me.“Why do we have to leave so soon? “He complains, snorting.That he becomes so whiny most of the time drives me crazy.“First of all, you don't even ha
Going up the stairs Alena intercepts me. Those honey eyes that preserve kindness, despite everything, silently stare into mine. So much mystery it brings puts me on the verge of confusion.It is the same angelic face that I had compassion for, I helped him. Because I still have the same feeling so I have been flexible with her.“What are you going to tell me?“Aleksander, are you going to eat?I bet you wanted to ask something else.“No, has Luna already eaten? “I return, narrowing my gaze.“No, I'll bring you lunch right away, with your permission.I frown, why so mysterious? I resume the ascent, I hurry, at the top I take out the key from the door and insert it in the lock. I go inside the bedroom, I find her on her back, sitting in an Indian position, I sigh when I see her. She is like a caged bird, she doesn't fly, she doesn't even flutter.“Luna,” I call his attention.I can tell he tenses as he turns and notices me. Her lifeless face does not look at me."I don't feel well," she
Verónika brought me the biographer and the sheet of paper I asked for. I use the nightstand for support. And here I am going to express myself, to leave everything in writing. I will seal even my deepest thoughts in it. I will do it in the hope that he can reach dad.Tears escape without stopping, as I leave my soul in each word.Dad, it's been a long, long time since I've been able to hug you, kiss you, and tell you how proud I am of you or how much I love you. Overnight everything changed, what I never imagined I would experience, I am experiencing now.If you read this letter, I want you to know that today, December 2, I am still alive, I still resist even in hell.I'm in Russia, in a room, I've spent the last few months locked up, with no way to find an escape because these guys aren't just anyone. It's the mafia, the Russian mafia, father. Perhaps his last name will sound familiar to you, Aleksander Konstantinov has me kidnapped, Dimitri Konstantinov's son.At first I was confuse
I don't want to go to Italy, I don't want to run away as if I had anything to do with whatever caused this commotion. Aleksander, seeing that I am still static, pushes me from behind, ordering me to walk quickly to the outside where we will board the car.I have no choice, I keep walking.An overdose of adrenaline moves through my bloodstream. I feel like I'm in a chase, but there is no good guy, they are all bad guys who go against each other. I wonder if we are safe, that Aleksander sees so much in the rearview mirror alerts me, he makes my hair stand on end. For sure, nothing is safe, he drives so fast that I fear an accident will happen.I close my eyes, I ask heaven that the fateful thing does not happen.“Why are we going to Italy?! “I exclaim sobbing.It doesn't even slow down when cornering. My heart is going to beat out of my chest. I'm about to have a heart attack. Don't you know how unstable a path can be during this season?“Mariola got in the way when I tried to kill her
“What's wrong with the country? If you had asked me to set you adrift, I would have done so, and you would have been dead by now. Why don't you thank me? "Now that you're going to be safe," she growls, it's a claim.“With you I will never be safe; I want to go back to my country, Aleksander “I remember, keeping my tone low, a lump gets stuck in my throat, I die of rage and I just want to cry alone. But he is close to me, I hate him, I do hate this man. Tell me the truth, are you planning to kill me or have I become your absurd whim?“What do you want me to say? “She questions with a smile.I take a breath of air. I just want the truth, but he likes lies, so he won't be frank or sincere.“The truth,” I say, placing all my attention on his face. The smile reappears, it is not lucid, because he is not sane either. Tell me.“For you I have done things that have aroused a special interest in you, for me, right? “He states victoriously. Those words full of arrogance and mischief suddenly tak
“Do you not like it or are you afraid of getting drunk? “She questions. The smile that moves on her lips is complicit with her eyes that inspect me. He tell me."No, that's not why," I say without looking at him, sigh. I see “. I just consider it to be in bad taste, for me it is not delicious.We don't talk again. Gobbling and gobbling is what we dedicate the next few minutes to, although from time to time I feel his powerful gaze on me, for my part I do the same without him realizing it, what was I thinking when I agreed to marry him? Yes, I remember, I thought about my life, that's the only reason I'm willing to take his last name."The food turned out well," he comments. I take it as a compliment from him, however strange it may be, it is a compliment on his part. I smile fleetingly at him. It's not perfect, but it's not bad either.I change the expression, who thinks he is to make fun? At least I've satisfied her appetite, she hasn't left a single crumb on her plate. He's an idiot
My life is a movie, it is a bad dream from which I will never wake up because I am not really asleep, and what I live is the evil present that Aleksander has taken it upon himself to give me.I return to the table where I usually eat, outdoors, feeling the light wind blowing over everything. Breakfast has been served by the lady, of whom I don't know anything, not even her name; the food is variated. I want a little bit of everything. I start with a sip of juice. This time he brought me more than usual, it's too much for me.The reason comes with the appearance of Aleksander, I paralyze. He takes me by surprise, he never eats with me. Knowing that he has already put his illicit business in "order" only means that my little peace of mind is over. Because otherwise he wouldn't be there, much less so relaxed."Good morning," he greets.That he does it in an affectionate tone baffles me."Good morning, Aleksander," I return, starting to eat.He joins me, he looks at me at all times, but I
The musk of his body and mine is one scent. He kisses me, I match him with the same intensity, in the abyssal depths I do not touch the bottom, I float, I fly, but I know that I will fall at any moment. I find nothing more satisfying than the magic of his touch burning through every part of me. It is the fire that needs the ice covering my labyrinths, it is the flame that I do not wish to go out. I don't want it to dim the heat. And his name flows from my lips, the name of my antithesis, of the night and the shadow determined to overshadow, destroy and blind.But... That doesn't matter now, what I experience is unmatched and if the price is being ruined, I take the risk anyway.There is no savagery on his part. A whirlwind hits me, Aleksander is that natural disaster that destroys the little sanity I have left. His lips move over mine, the kiss is not rough, but it is still captivating and fiery.My room is claimed by a guest, wishing that his stay does not come to an end.The truth i