تسجيل الدخولNatasha’s POVThe hospital had fit us in for an emergency appointment after I explained what had happened instead of letting Tristan be… well, Tristan Castillo. “See?” I said. “They let us come in today.”“If you had let me handle it, we’d have been there since yesterday,” he replied, rolling his sleeves. “So what’s the difference?”“The difference is that we would’ve gotten everything done since yesterday.”I shook my head. “You’re impossible.”“You’re used to me already.”We both left the room and headed for the dining room. Adelina and Patricia were already there. Adelina looked frailer than usual. Tristan walked over to Adelina and kissed her cheek before doing the same to Patricia. Tristan and I took our seats.“Welcome back, cuñada,” Patricia said, glancing between Tristan and me. “I see my brother looks like himself this morning.”Tristan pulled a funny face at her. I giggled. “Good morning, Adelina. Good morning, Patricia.”“Morning, Natasha,” she greeted with a smile, al
Natasha’s POVTristan was deeply asleep beside me. Normally, he’d have been up by now, getting ready for work. I shifted on my side, staring at him. The exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. He looked like he needed extra time in bed. It had been exactly ten days since Lucas dropped the bombshell about Tristan. Everything made me think.Apparently, I hadn’t known Lucas as well as I thought I did, and it was scary. And now Tristan—His eyes opened slowly as they landed on me. Neither of us moved. “Good morning, Mrs Castillo,” he greeted with a smile. I sat up. “We need to talk, Tristan.”He straightened. “What about?”The silence stretched out before I finally spoke, keeping my voice calm.“I’ve heard the truth from Lucas. I saw his desperation and who he truly was.” My gaze held his. “It scared me because I loved a different version of him.”Tristan crossed his arms. “And I did a lot of thinking,” I continued. “I don’t know you, Tristan. One minute, you’re the man maki
Tristan’s POVNatasha clawed at my arm the second my hand covered her mouth. She twisted, trying to scream, trying to break free. I tightened my hold. Only then did she go still against me. Carlos’s voice rang out again. “Natasha!”I pulled my hand away from her mouth. Leaning close to her ear, I murmured, “It’s me.”“I know,” she whispered. “But how did you find me?” “We’ll talk later,” I replied quietly. “Can you walk?” I paused, then frowned. “How’d you know it’s me?”“Can I walk?” She scoffed. “I’ve been running for miles with an injured foot. And we’ve been married for what now? Of course I know it’s you.”The corner of my mouth lifted. “Fair.”“Natasha!” Carlos called again. “I know you’re in here. Don’t ma—”A loud smack echoed through the shadows. “Let me go!” Carlos demanded. “Who are you?!”I released Natasha and grabbed her by the hand. “That’s Daniel.”Natasha followed behind me, limping but refusing to let go of my hand. We finally came into view, the torn roof spill
Tristan’s POV“Don’t go there, Tristan.” Daniel had been trying to talk me out of it for the umpteenth time. I wasn’t listening. “What the fuck do you want me to do, Daniel?!” I snapped. “We’ve checked every fucking place we could think of! Every time we trace his phone, he’s already gone!”“We can keep looking, Tristan,” Daniel said. “The police—”“Man, fuck the police!” I cut him off. “My wife has gone missing for almost forty-eight hours, and they still haven’t found her. You want me to sit around and wait for them?” Daniel scratched his chin. “I get it, Tristan. I do. But think about this… if you go to Gonzalo, that man is going to have something to hold against you.”“Do I look like I give a fuck?!” I barked. “The only link Carlos had was with Gonzalo. The last time, he tried to take Patricia. What’s to say he hadn’t taken Natasha to him?”Daniel exhaled, but I wasn’t done. “Can’t he just accept that I left? That I don’t want anything to do with him anymore? Why drag my family
Natasha’s POV“You didn’t tell me she was Tristan Castillo’s wife.” That was the first thing I heard as consciousness slowly dragged me awake. My head throbbed so violently it felt like someone was beating drums inside my skull. The voices were muffled, at first then gradually became clearer.“Can y’all stop giving that man so much clout?” a familiar voice said. “He’s not even as terrifying as people make him seem.”Lucas. “What the fuck do you mean by ‘not terrifying’?” a voice snapped. “Just because he stopped doing things doesn’t mean he can’t.” I slowly pushed myself to my feet. The room spun for a second. I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious. I pressed a hand against my head. The voice continued.“Do you know what it takes to walk away from a man like Gonzalo alive… without a single scratch?” Who the heck was Gonzalo?“Why do you think Gonzalo himself wanted Tristan back?” the voice demanded. “Why do you think he sent you to go after his sister?”Go after Patricia? Bu
Tristan’s POVI sat at the head of the conference room at Castillo Logistics, my eyes fixed on the map of shipping routes projected on the screen. One of the executives stood at the far end, speaking. “A massive labor strike has completely shut down a major port where most of our clients’ goods are trapped. If we don’t reroute to the secondary port by tonight, our biggest retail client loses their entire inventory.”A low ripple of murmurs drifted through the room. Demurrage fees. Breach of contract. Client lawsuits.I let them panic for exactly thirty seconds before I raised a single hand. The room went dead quiet. “What’s the financial hit if we wait out the strike, Robert?” I asked. Robert hesitated. “Conservative estimate? About fifty thousand per container in demurrage by the end of the week. If the strike runs past Friday and our client misses their delivery window, we’re looking at a breach claim.”I nodded once. “And rerouting cost?”“Thirty percent above the original quote
Tristan’s POV By the time I stepped into the house, the urgency from the call had already faded. My sister, Patricia, was waiting at the foyer. “She’s been asking for you,” she said. “Her blood pressure spiked earlier, and we tried to calm her down, but she just wouldn’t budge.” I didn’t resp
Natasha’s POV I glared at him. If looks could kill, this man would have been dead by now. “I don’t recall giving you permission to call me that.”His smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, like he was enjoying every second of my irritation. “I don’t remember asking for permission, cariño.”
Natasha’s POV “Hell fucking no! You can’t be serious,” I said. “You really expect me to marry Tristan Castillo? The same Tristan who was rumored to have killed his own parents?” I laughed after I said that, because the whole thing sounded like a bad joke. My father didn’t react immediately. H
Natasha’s POV The music was too loud. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The pounding bass pulsing through the nightclub drowned my thoughts. On the other hand, the flashing lights and the bodies pressed against each other on the dance floor made everything unbearable. I







