Masuk"You were uncomfortable and silent the whole time. Are you always like that whenever you're with your family?" Annoyance and bitterness crept into my chest because he hit the right spot. Not in the mood to explain or tell a lie, I stayed silent and ignored his questions.
"Why are you letting them treat you that way?" He keeps insisting, as if he doesn’t notice that I don’t want to talk about it.
And if I'm not mistaken, am I hearing a tone of concern in his voice? With this man, how come it seems like he knows what I feel and is so attentive to my demeanor? Knowing him, he should have been insulting me for seeing another flaw in me, not acting like he's worried and concerned about my feelings.
"They're my parents. Do you want me to talk back and disrespect them?" I replied sarcastically.
"W-What do you mean?" My voice came out as a whisper, cracked and shaky hoping so bad he wouldn’t utter the words I was dreading. "You're not Maria Alexandra Hernandez. You are Maria Alejandra Hernandez. The twin sister of the woman I was supposed to marry." The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I suddenly felt like I was losing my strength as fear started to consume me after hearing those words from him.My knees began to wobble, and my body started to shake. Tears welled in my eyes as my breathing turned heavy. In this lifetime, I had learned that no one could ever help or save me from troubles but myself. I had gained friends, but I never let them in completely. I had set boundaries and never allowed myself to believe I could rely on anyone. I had fallen and stood back up on my own so many times, and yet I had managed it all alone. And in that very moment, I wished I had someone I could turn to. Someone to rely on in difficult
After the night we had dinner at my parents’ house, I started avoiding Zeke. He went out early for work, and I woke up in the morning without him. But he often prepared my breakfast, which he didn’t usually do. I tried busying myself by volunteering at charity events and finding inspiration for new paintings to avoid him, so we could see each other less. But I always failed because he often came home early in the evening. His kind and caring treatment was still there, and he had been acting this way since the last time we had dinner at my parents’ house. I was fine with us not eating together before, but it was kinda odd that he always came home early now to eat dinner with me. I had a feeling he was intentionally doing it. I realized that the more I avoided him, the more he made efforts to be with me.Dinner was usually the time we saw each other, but today, I never expected him to come home earlier than he had these past few days. I was preparing and cooking our dinne
I was aware that her father was building another branch of his company in Singapore and heard he was looking for investors. It's funny that her father dared to risk expanding when their company had just recovered from bankruptcy. I'd known her father as an aggressive, cunning, and exploitative businessman. When she told me that her parents were inviting us for dinner, I sensed something was fishy. She might have noticed my hesitation to attend, so she insisted she could go alone. Not wanting to disappoint her, I assured her we'd go together. They were her family. I might not like them, but they were still my wife's family, so I had to get along and endure their presence. Though I had a feeling her father needed something from me, which is why he had invited us. And I was right when the old man shamelessly made his request.She was so excited and happy before we went to her parents' house. She looked so gorgeous and classy in her red dress. Her beauty was breathtaking. S
I could still remember our first night at the hacienda, when we had to share a room in my parents' house. I have to admit I got mesmerized when I saw her wearing a skimpy nightie. I drooled over her sexy cleavage and slender legs, so I resorted to teasing and upsetting her. She was cute when mad, and when her cheeks flushed, I found her even more attractive.Being a jerk, I hid that attraction behind anger and aggression, so I ended up roughly grabbing her and kissing her full on the lips. She tried to stop me and push me away, but I kept kissing her roughly trying to punish her, trying to intimidate her. Tasting her lips was like falling into a deep trance I couldn't break. They were so addictive I couldn't get enough of them. I must admit I'd gone too far, so when she pushed me hard to get away, I was stunned, as if I'd lost myself for a moment. I didn't know what came over me that time; I just suddenly found myself being carried away by that sweet, intoxicating sensa
It was a marriage for convenience, alright. I never wanted this from the very start but I was left with no choice. It was actually a promised wedding that was supposed to be between the descendants of my grandfather and his best friend Buenvenido Hernandez. Since the two were both blessed with only children and both were sons, they decided to pass the agreement to their grandchildren. When Don Buenvenido Hernandez passed away, my grandfather voided the agreement and never tried to insist on the arranged marriage, since his dear friend was gone. But when Don Gerardo Hernandez’s company got into serious financial trouble, he used that old agreement to ask for help from my grandpa. Pleased, my grandfather never hesitated to promise help just as long as the arranged marriage happened and the two families finally united.I was against this marriage but my grandfather manipulated me by using my inheritance as a threat. It wasn’t that I was scared to be poor; I know I am efficient a
“Cut the theatrics, wife. You’re playing your role way too exaggeratedly.” I couldn’t help but utter, my tone laced with disgust and sarcasm.I saw shock and hurt flashed across her face. For a moment, I regretted speaking to her that way and I couldn’t explain why. But then I reminded myself: she’s an opportunist, only after my family’s wealth. She deserved it. She’s nothing but a social climber, an exploiter just like the rest of her family.The only reason I agreed to this arranged marriage is that my inheritance was at stake if I didn’t marry Gerardo Hernandez’s daughter. Once I realized who my wife was, I became even more determined to see through my evil plans. I promised myself I’d make her life miserable, making her suffer as revenge for my late best friend. I’d get rid of her, divorce her the moment my inheritance was transferred to my name. I’d ensure we were only married by name. We’d never sleep in the same room. And I’d make sure her life was anythin







