TANYA’S POV My eyes trailed over my reflection in the mirror as I got rid of all the makeup. My bracelets and accessories made a clattering sound with each one I tossed away. Anger and hatred surged through me; the image of his face flashed in my head, and the urge to break all his bones soared higher. Pausing a little, I sent myself glances, taking note of how well my wedding gown complimented me—never had the thought of marriage crossed my mind, but this! This wasn't how I thought it would be. Granted, it was expensive, no doubt, but I had imagined my wedding to be the ethereal one that would give me butterflies in my belly as I walked down the aisle to my charming prince if I ever decided to. But definitely not this! Sighing, my fingers fiddled with my earrings, and soon, it was lying on the table, too. But what now? What was to happen after the wedding vows? The wedding night? Was I really going to have sex with a man I despised? Pulling down the sleeves of my d
TANYA’S POVHe ignored me, his body entire of a storm of suppressed rage. I stretched out my hand to touch him without thinking because I was drawn to soothe the fresh gash on his cheek.It was more like I wanted to feel it. I needed to confirm if it was indeed blood. It couldn't be right. There was no way my husband would return on our wedding night drenched in someone else’s blood.I watched him flinch away, his hand shooting out to shove me back."Don't!" he snarled, his voice rough with barely contained violence. "This isn't any of your concern." He reminded.His words were like a slap in the face. I recoiled, stung by the venom in his tone.But he was right. I was nothing to him.I watched as he stumbled towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I stood there, frozen, the silence echoing my shattered hopes. The anger I'd suppressed for so long roared to life, hot and fierce. How dare he treat me like this? After everything I'd endured, I was nothing more than a bother
TANYA’S POV The black sequin dress accentuated my curves as I stood before the mirror, my palms gliding against my thighs as I posed. I couldn't help but wonder where he wanted to take me, and he provided no detail or explanation. What a brute. My fingers were in my hair, a nervous habit, twisting a rogue curl around my index finger as the doorknob clicked. My breath hitched. It was too soon. I wasn't ready. But ready or not, the door swung open, revealing a man in a sharp black suit standing in the doorway. "Sir Rodrigo instructed me to come get you, ma'am," he stated matter-of-factly. “Do you know where we're going?” I asked, applying lipstick. He paused, the silence stretching uncomfortably between us. His stare, sharp and calculating, scanned me from head to toe before settling on my eyes. "That's not my concern, ma’am.” "Right," I breathed, returning to the room one last time. He moved aside, gesturing for me to follow. As we descended the grand staircas
TANYA’S POV“Stay away from Tanya, Fabio," Rodrigo's voice growled, his jaw clenching. He took a threatening step towards his mirror image“Easy, brother," his replica chuckled, his voice a lighter echo of Rodrigo's. "Can't I talk to my sister-in-law?"Sister-in-law? My mind reeled. Twins. That's why they looked so alike, why I'd felt that unsettling disconnect.Rodrigo's glare was icy, his gaze flicking to me and then back to Fabio. "It seems your wife can't even tell us apart," Fabio drawled, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and I felt my heart sink.Rodrigo's fingers tightened on my arm, his voice low and urgent. "Follow the guard to our table. Now.” He ordered, and I could tell that he meant every single word. He was obviously boiling.I stumbled after him, my head spinning like a top. As we walked, I couldn't help but glance back. Rodrigo was whispering something in Fabio's ear, a warning, a threat. I couldn't tell, but he looked pissed. The lively rhythm of the party slowly d
Tanya's POV I woke up to an empty room. Rodrigo must have left as usual. This mansion was too quiet and boring, and the nightmare that I was trapped in, called marriage, wasn't helping things. "I can't keep living like this," I muttered to myself, throwing the covers aside. The plush carpet beneath my feet did little to comfort the emptiness that loomed in the air. Making my way downstairs, the grand staircase echoing my solitary footsteps. In the kitchen stood Maria, the head maid, busy preparing something while engaging in a lively conversation with the other maids. The clinking of utensils and the hum of their chatter filled the room. "Morning, Tanya," Maria greeted, her eyes briefly meeting mine. "Morning," I replied, attempting a smile. I poured myself a glass of juice, wanting to immerse myself in their warmth, even if just for a moment. But as I approached the clutter, a sudden hush fell upon the kitchen, like a curtain dropping on a stage. The other maids exchan
TANYA’S POV A soft resounded on the door."Who's there?" I questioned as I silently hoped that it wasn't the monster.But somehow, I knew it couldn’t be. After all, monsters don’t knock."It's me, the guard, Sanchez. Mr. Rodrigo sent me," came the muffled response."Come in, then," I let out.The door slightly opened, and then he proceeded in—a visible brown envelope in his right palm."Mr. Rodrigo wanted you to have this." He informed, stretching it towards me. My eyes darted over it as I contemplated on what best to do. I couldn't think of the best reason why he would send me anything.“What is in it?” I questioned.“I guess you would have to ask the Boss, Ma’am.” He threw it at me, and it sounded a bit rude.Not wanting to push the conversation further, I took it from him, noticing a white note slightly out, causing me to curiously open it gently.“Go out and do stuff that women your age do. Treat yourself." The words played out.My eyes moved over his credit card sitting in my ri
Rodrigo's POV I stormed towards the sleek, black car, the anger burning within me like an unquenchable flame. Tanya's actions this morning had ignited a fuse of frustration, and the weight of it settled heavily on my shoulders. Carlos, one of my most trusted men, stood stoically beside me. "Why didn't you bring the file?" I demanded, turning sharply to face him before entering the car. "You almost made me look stupid with Gonzalez." Gonzalez and I had illegal dealings together, shrouded in the façade of a legitimate business partnership. Any misstep could jeopardise everything. Carlos lowered his gaze, a flicker of regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry, boss. I mistakenly brought the wrong file. It won't happen again, I swear." "You're right. It won't," I replied coldly. Without hesitation, I reached for the cold metal of my pistol, a familiar weight in my holster. In an instant, a gunshot pierced the air, and Carlos crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The silence that followed was
TANYA’S POV Cracking my eyes, it trailed over Rodrigo’s head, lying against my chest. Yesterday, I’d found him drinking himself into a stupor, and I invited him to get some rest. All attempts to move proved abortive because his weight practically pinned me down. I decided just to let it go and lie down. I couldn’t help but sniff his hair, and for some reason, it smelt like lavender, making my stomach twitch. He began to stir awake and stretch. It wasn’t until he fully cracked his eyes open that he sat upright. “What am I doing here?” He asked in a gravelly voice as he rubbed his temples. “You were mad drunk last night, and I didn’t want to let you sleep on the stool in the wine cellar,” I answered, feeling a little sad that he had to stand just when I was enjoying the moment. “That explains this migraine,” he muttered, more to himself than to me, as a frown formed on his face. Peeling the blanket off him, he got on his feet. “I feel like shit,” He complained, a palm on