***Ready, I've already signed! I stand firm for whatever comes, I didn't expect such a juicy proposal, in my mind and heart I must remember that this is a job, that it's not real, and that the day will come when all this will end. I will smile about all this, I will be free, and my plans will be amazing. Last night, I was thinking that my parents shouldn't know about my wedding because they will want to meet my esteemed husband. I don't want to involve him with Adal's family, it's not an excuse or embarrassment, I'm not ashamed of where I come from, on the contrary, it's so they don't have to deal with this lie. My parents mean everything to me, I don't want to lie to them. I hope Adal doesn't try to involve my family in all of this, it's enough with me, there's no need to go as far as involving my family. For my parents, I will continue with my work life, and relationships still haven't happened for me. God, I'm so scared, and my jaw is on the floor. I thought I could be strong
What kind of strategies are these? Why doesn't he consult me about things? I want to know what the next step is because I can mess up and... God, he's supposed to tell me everything. I feel completely lost, I'm in a church, but the person marrying us is a lawyer, supposedly so that the priest can witness our love. There are so many lies that I can't keep up. +"Good afternoon," says the lawyer. "We are gathered here today to join in marriage Gisela and Adal," as the lawyer speaks, my body begins to shake. "Before reading the marriage certificate, I would like to say a few words to the couple and all present. First of all, congratulations on taking the big step of uniting your lives." If only the lawyer knew that all of this is a fraud, that there is no happiness or romance between us. "At this happy moment, we affirm before your loved ones that you have found in each other the person who completes you and with whom it is worth spending the rest of your days." That's something to tell
Adal's father separated Mrs. Müller from me so that he could give me his blessing and welcome me into their family. Adal apologized for not inviting them, as everything was a surprise and it was just the beginning, since it was only the civil wedding. The parents shook their heads and told us to forget about it, as they were now happy to do things for love. "Crazy love." In a couple of minutes, Lucero, her boyfriend, and Adal's friend joined us. They were accomplices to our lie and told Adal's parents that they were obviously invited to the celebration, which they happily agreed to. Before we played a dirty trick on them, she took my hand and told me to take them to the best restaurant in the city, that they couldn't miss it. God, I didn't know what to say! I looked at Adal out of the corner of my eye, but he did nothing but nod. The intruder had met the parents of the fake husband, and I was disgusted with myself for being a complete liar. I shook my head, pushing away the remorse
He is exaggerating, and it's clear to me that his image is important to him. He hasn't stopped talking about how he has built his impeccable image and that he won't allow it to crumble in a couple of seconds after what he has worked for years to achieve. "That's why I told you that you had to find someone of your own class." "And here we go again," he grits his teeth, puts down his fork on the table, "you have to agree with everything, remember it's for our own good." I relax my muscles. I can't be filled with tension and look for the bad in this contract. The CEO is right, he warned me about all of this."You're right." It bothers me to lower my head, but I have no other choice because he is right, "all for his image." "My intention is not to offend you, on the contrary, I'm looking for a way to help you for the moment when I'm working, and you're at home, you might even have an unexpected visitor. I know you can handle it, you proved it to me yesterday." He stands up and tells
"Stay quiet, fourth-rate secretary. Do you think that by licking this lousy person's shoes, you can get a salary increase?" And here come the insults. I am known to be a quiet girl, but when they find me, they find me. "Ha, it seems the girl has lost something. Honey, you can call security. This young lady has not been invited to my house," I emphasize the last part, savoring the words and puffing out my chest. She may be the girl of the year, that model type, but it is not convenient for her or for me to have her in this house. It's too much because she could be a problem for our image. "What did he see in you?" I hiss through my teeth. "You're so unfriendly, boring, nerdy, and... You're not his type. You couldn't even achieve an orgasm, hmmm? Look at you, you couldn't even make a fly scream with pleasure. I'm sure there's something fishy going on here." She says, crossing her arms, and those words affect me. My body automatically tenses up. "I'm sure you're wearing granny pantie
"You have to come with me or make sure that woman leaves my life. I can't risk everything going to hell," I abruptly stand up from the couch. "We have to leave. The wedding documents are already in process and in the hands of that darn lawyer who's holding my inheritance hostage." "She's jealous, and I'm completely sure she'll try to ruin your life. But not everything is bad because she thinks you're in love," I tense up at the realization that everything he's saying makes sense. "Leave that bottle," I order. "It's time to go. I can't have Lucero in the house for too long. She's not a nanny to be chasing after ita'." "Not to be nosy, but I'd like to know what ita' means," he furrows his brow and I can't help but laugh. "I said it out loud, didn't I?" He nods. "It means Italian, and it's better to call her ita' instead of saying her name." I curse under my breath because I know he won't let me live it down. He'll say I gave a cute nickname to the girl who's my fake wife. I won't d
+I woke up, confused and groggy - the effect of drinking too much. Why did I have to drink more than three bottles of vodka? It took me a while to realize that I was on the couch. I sat up, grimaced, and held my throbbing head. I deserved it, but it still sucked, especially since my life was hanging by a thread. Carefully, I opened my eyes and was surprised to see a bottle of water and some paracetamol pills on the table in front of me. I took them, swallowed two pills, and drank the whole bottle of water. I locked myself in the study because I wanted to be alone and gather the courage to enter the room I would be sharing with her. Hmm... it seems like someone helped me get into the room, but they couldn't get me into bed. They did leave a nice touch, though, covering me with a small blanket. I collapsed onto the carpet, and I honestly don't feel like getting up - I'm sure my brain would spill out of my mouth, and my eyes would pop out. I don't think I'll be going to the company to
"No... I can manage on my own, I was just resting, but I'll continue on my way now, I'm close to the room, don't worry." Damn, I shouldn't get nervous because she might sense that I'm a miserable whore who doesn't want to enter the room because she just saw her husband lying naked. She tells me that she will always be at my service and not to hesitate to call her if I need her. I nod, thank her, and before she insists, I grab the tray, resume my walk, and prepare myself to see him naked again. Well, here we go, facing my reality and being the lying wife of the big man of the house. I enter the room without warning, I don't want to take any risks, the lady who just saw me might be nearby, and it's not good to knock on my own room. "Why did you leave?" he asks as he gets out of bed, but this time he's not naked, he's wearing clothes covering his body. "Don't be afraid of me or tell me you've never seen a naked man before." He wants to provoke me, but I won't let him. I control mys