Beatrice’s POVAs I look at him walk away, I hold my breath. He then waited for me in the car until I was done thinking about everything. Damn! From now on, I have no other option except to continue working for him until the contract is finished. "How could I marry such a cruel man? Mafias are bad, that's true. They break the law and do bad things because they want power as well as wealth. Indeed, I am right." I sucked in my breath because I thought I was so stupid for talking to myself about this!While my mind was racing with thoughts, I walked down the hall and saw that his guards were waiting for me outside. They opened the van door for me and then slid it shut. Santiago's driver got into the car and drove off. Santiago was still silent as I looked across at him. Something must be done because I don't know what to say to him. It made me feel like I was crossing a thin line to be with him. Even though he was nice, I'm still not sure if I should be careful around him. Although h
Beatrice’s POVUp until he tripped and fell onto the bed next to me, he was lying on top of me, and my hands were resting on his chest. The way we looked at each other made it seem like he was trying to diagnose my problems, but I was perfectly OK. I pushed him away, and he rolled over next to me. He sighed deeply and stared blankly at the ceiling. "I think you need to rest in your own bed instead of mine," I told him. When he heard that, he got up and left without speaking with me. I sighed as I thought about what was wrong with him again! I got up early the following day and tried to decide what I would do today. "Good morning, ma'am," the kitchen maid greeted me. "Morning." "Sir Santiago has prepared breakfast for you, and it has been placed in the microwave; all you need to do is heat it up." She smiled at me.I nodded in agreement, wondering why he needed to treat me this way. This is something I can do myself. But the maid said, "Ma'am Bea, he told me he won't be home ton
Beatrice’s POV“Wait for me there! I’m on my way! F*ck!” He cursed silently after the call.At every turn, I felt uneasy because someone had just placed a camera around the house. The enemy will use it against Santiago because it could cause a lot of trouble. Everything and everyone around him wants him to die or fail. It's hard for me to think that there are people in this world who exist solely to do something bad just to get what they want!Then I heard two vans pulling up to the Villa. One of them parked outside the gate, and the other van went inside. The driver got out to look for me. I ran to them immediately and said, "What's happening?" The man thoroughly examined me before saying, "Alright, Miss Beatrice, you must go outside." "Why? What's going on?" "The hidden camera you saw in the kitchen wasn't just a hidden camera; they wired a bomb to it!" the man said as he dragged me out the door. Then he looked around and looked for some people inside and I immediately remembere
Santiago’s POVI no longer see the smile that Beatrice always gave me whenever she saw me; she was scared for her life. It's all my fault; I make a woman's life dull and unhappy. I should not have asked her to marry me just to get what I wanted.The thought of her driving me insane, and here she is, in the operating room, having the bullet removed from her abdomen. I hold my breath every time the operating room door opens. Then, all of a sudden, a doctor walks up to me and says, "We did everything we could, but she didn't make it. I am sorry." My heart sank when I realized the woman who had brought so much joy into my life had already passed away! Jeric gave me a sighing look and said, "I'm sorry for your loss." Then I closed my eyes and asked the doctor, "Are you sure about that?!" "I'm sorry, your mother didn't make it—" he looked at me. I smacked him in the face and told him, "You're fu*king wrong! How could you say that?" "I'm the son, not him!" the man yelled at the Doctor.
Santiago’s POVAfter his brothers left the Villa, I carried her to the bedroom. In the midst of my tight embrace, I blurted out, "Who was that guy?" She laughed at me and said, "Uh, I love putting Chris Evans pictures in my old room. I even told my brothers that he was my boyfriend." It turned her face red as she tried to explain it to me, and I could see the little girl talking about her crush right before me. "I like Captain America..." I nodded my head and said, “I thought you met someone like me…” She gazed at me, “Well, you are more handsome than him. I like you more….” Those words made me hold my breath. I wasn't ready to hear that yet, but she grabbed my arm, and I leaned forward to look her in the eyes. "I thought I was going to die," she said with a smile. Then she paused and said, "But if I really am going to die, I have to tell you how much I like you before it's too late." I caressed the side of her cheeks and smiled at her warmly, “I like you too.” I kissed her li
Abby’s POV I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are full of tears right now, and they are running down my hairline. Not tears of sadness but tears of anger because those traitors who betrayed my father had stolen our family business and led us to bankruptcy. “Miss Abby Miller?” The guard said. I looked up with a blank stare, “Yes?” I just finished closing down my dad's company as a sad way to say goodbye. I clenched my fists and looked around the empty building with anger. “Someone’s waiting for you outside, Miss Abby.” The guard said politely. Then I nodded my head and started walking to the hallway. I pushed the elevator button and went down to see who was looking for me outside the company. If these people were my fake friends, I swear to god I'd slap each and every one of them. But to my surprise, three men with guns pointed at me, and I swallowed so hard out of fear that my throat got dry. I raised my trembling hand in the air, and my voice crackled as I tried to spe
Abby’s POV He reached out to touch my face with the back of his hand, but I pushed him away and looked at him with hate in my eyes. "Don't you dare…" But he had so much patience that he grabbed my arm, dragged me to the table, and told me to eat. "I won't eat. I'd rather die than eat here!" "Do you really want to die? That's easy." He asked me this while looking into my eyes, and I lowered my head, unable to stare at him that long. I use the fork and the knife to cut the steak carefully while he watches me eat. He was standing in front of me, arms folded, and said, "Good girl." He put his finger on the table and slowly tapped the table while looking as I ate the meat. I looked up at him, and his eyes were still the same as before, cold. I chewed softly and felt so uncomfortable that a man was watching me eating, "Please, stop staring at me," "Why not? I'm enjoying watching a woman eating meat in front of me. You can call me, Fabian." He licked his lower lip with his sinf
Abby’s POV I kicked his stomach so hard that it hurt him and made him cough. He said tenderly, "Bad girl." I gave him a stern look, and he stood up with a sigh. "I'm not done with you yet," he said and slammed the door. I sighed deeply, wiped my lips with the back of my hand, and cried all day. I don't know how many times I cried today, but this is too much. "I'm not going to eat," I said when the door opened, and someone brought me breakfast. "You need to eat because you're getting married to the mafia boss tomorrow!" The maid sounded strict, and her eyes flashed with frustration as she looked at me. "I won't get married to a devil like him! Please help me get out of this hellhole. I'll pay you any amount and give you my savings account..." I touched her hand as I begged her to help me. She looked at me with her head down and said, "It's no wonder Fabian likes you. You're young, pure, stunningly beautiful, and have an alluring eyes that would make any guy want you...." "Why wo