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Chapter 11: The first Breakfast
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The Don’s Captive Bride Chapter 11: The first Breakfast
I was jolted awake by a blinding light as a maid suddenly parted the heavy curtains, flooding the room with a burst of rays from the morning sun. Diego’s bedroom still felt unfamiliar, but the luxurious bedsheets felt good against my skin. "It's time to get up, ma'am," she said curtly. “Breakfast is almost served. You don't want to keep Lord Diego waiting." I turned my head on the pillow, glancing over for Diego's presence, but the other side of the bed was empty and the sheets were untouched. He didn't sleep in here last night. ‘What kind of husband stays away from his wife on their wedding night?’ I asked myself. Well, it was a forced marriage after all. There was nothing real between us. But he wanted this. He desperately wanted me to become his wife, and now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he disappeared. Strangely, it felt lonely, sleeping on this king-sized bed all by myself. But I was a bit relieved. I couldn't bring myself to face Diego, not after
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I didn’t run after Diego, that would’ve been dramatic enough to stop the whole party. I quietly returned to the bar where I sat before. ‘Who was this woman that he talked about?’ ‘This ghost that haunted him.’ ‘And why did he want me to be her?’ My mind was flooding with questions. As I pondered, my heart raced in my chest. I noticed Gomez was still there, at the bar. He wasn’t serving drinks He just stood there, his eyes narrowed at me, watching like a hawk. It almost creeped me out. I needed answers and he seemed like someone who knew things… more than he cared to let on. Things I needed to find out. I confronted him, my eyes locking onto his. “Tell me, what’s Diego’s story, huh?” “You seem to know him more than anyone else, why does he seem so complicated?” I asked, trying to play it cool, but my mind was running wild, desperate for answers. Gomez's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing into slits as he gazed at me. I expected some explanati
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Irene’s POVHe didn't wait for my response.He simply pulled, and I stumbled after him. The crowd parted slightly as we moved, their gazes settling on us, curiously.It was a spectacle, watching lord Diego drag his unwilling bride onto the dance floor.Once we were amidst the crowd, Diego didn't start to dance immediately. Instead, he held my hands loosely, drawing me closer to himself, creating a strange sort of isolation as if we were alone in the room.I wanted to draw myself away, but there was something in his touch that held me captive. Like he put a spell on me.I knew I was caught up a dangerous feeling, but I didn't want to save myself… not yet at least.So I stayed."You look like you'd rather be anywhere else," he whispered in my ears.A smirk appeared on his lips. “And here I was thinking our wedding party would be the highlight of your whole life."I scowled, feeling insulted."What exactly is the highlight supposed to be?" I asked, trying to hide the bitterness in my
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After the ceremony at the chapel, we headed back to the estate, with an entourage of guests. Diego was having an after-party at the villa with his associates and close allies, but that was none of my business. I had done my part. I had put on my best performance to please Diego, wearing fake smiles all through the ceremony like a 'happy bride'. Now, the muscles in my jaws were hurting from the strain. I changed from my wedding dress into a red gown and black kitten heels, something comfortable that wouldn't draw too much attention to me. I made my way out to the ballroom where the party ensued. The air inside felt different; the aroma of wealth and privilege was heavy in the air. Everyone in the room was glittering with extravagance, from their outfits to the strong perfumes they wore. It seemed like they all came from old money. I came from nothing. As I stepped in, the loud music and annoying laughter of some women trying to flirt with Diego assaulted m
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Irene's POV. After freshening up, I went to the main living room in Diego's suite; he was gone, but the room was alive with a different kind of energy. There were several women, fussing about with my wedding dress and prepping cosmetics for my makeup. Camilla supervised them, making decisions in my stead, but I couldn't care less… it wasn't a real wedding after all. As I entered, the room fell silent, and all eyes turned to me. Camilla's voice cut through the silence, heavy with malice. "Look who's getting married." "I wish your padre was here to see his daughter," she mocked. I swallowed a lump in my throat, resigning to my defeat. “Ladies, make her look perfect for Lord Diego; it's his special day today," she chirped away, like an excited teenage girl. Within a couple of hours, they were done. I stood before the vanity mirror in the dressing room, staring at my reflection. The makeup artists and stylists had just left, but their handiwork remained. They'd
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Irene’s POV Drained and disoriented, I woke up to a pounding headache. Fragments of the previous day flashed through my mind as I lay on the bed, admiring the murals painted on the ceiling in Diego’s Bedroom. Memories of the suffering I endured in the dungeon came flooding back, stirring up feelings of despair and hopelessness in me. But as memories of Diego's rescue resurfaced, how he swept in like a knight in shining armor, carrying me to his suite, a bittersweet feeling settled in my chest. The details of the previous night were hazy, but I could vividly recall Diego's unexpected kindness. He had bathed me, washed my hair, and tucked me into his bed. I feared he might take advantage of my vulnerable state, but he hadn't. Instead, he treated my body with respect. This was not what I expected of a ruthless mafia Lord, I wondered if there was more to Diego Vargas than met the eye. I was confused by his actions, but one thing was clear: Diego was a stone-cold devil who
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Relief washed over Irene as Diego's deep voice cut through the darkness.“I need to know if you can hear me,” he called out again. She lay there, huddled in a corner, the sound of his voice wrapping around her like a warm blanket, with a promise of salvation.His tone was different.He sounded gentle, and she found solace in that.Her mind quickly recoiled at her reaction to his presence. She wasn't supposed to feel comforted, not by him, not after everything he had done to her. Had her time in this damp, cold cell already fractured her mind? Was she so desperate for human connection that she would cling to the same man who had left her here to die?Irene's thoughts swirled with confusion, but one thing was certain, Diego's presence brought her hope.Something she desperately needed in this moment.She gathered strength, shuffling out of the dark corner of the cell, to face him."Diego...please...let me out. I'm dying." she breathed out, grasping at the iron bar.He paused and for
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Irene’s POV. "No!” I protested. “Diego can't… he can't do this!" I insisted, my voice cracking as my panic rose. "He has no right!!" Camilla's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Oh, but he does, Irene. He is Lord Diego.” “And after your little display of arrogance, this is a rather lenient punishment, don't you think?” She tilted her head, feigning concern. “A few days in the dungeon should teach you to obey him as your Lord.” Anger stirred up within me, overshadowing my fear. “Obey?” I spat the word out like shit. “I will never obey that tyrant… that monster!” Camilla’s smile faltered for a second. “You keep running your mouth like this, then you might get yourself into bigger problems.” She said coldly. "Now, are you going to come peacefully, or should I order these men to drag you out?” “What will it be?" I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart raced in my chest as I struggled to accept the reality of my helpless situation. I had to thi
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Irene’s POV. ‘There was no way I heard that right.’ "Wife?" I stammered. “I... I don't understand." His eyes narrowed, "Did I stutter, niña?" The floor tilted beneath me. ‘This was utter madness.’ ‘Did he spare my life, only to put me through this?’ ‘Coming here to work for a villain like him was humiliating enough, not to talk of being his wife, sharing his bed… oh, that would be the end of me.’ I imagined his hands, slithering down my body, his cold fingers like claws on my flesh. It made my skin crawl. He was insane to think that I was ever getting married to a monster like himself. "No! I can't do this," I forced out, adamantly. I looked away, unable to hold his gaze, with the same boldness I had in my voice. “You can't do what?” he questioned, his voice rising dangerously. I tried to evade the question. If I was subtle enough, I could somehow deflect his anger and find a way out of this charade. “You could have any woman you desire, why me?” “Thi
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