“M-Mister Bruce! What are you doing here?” Beatrice asked. She stood up and was about to wipe her tears but Mateo stopped her. She looked at her in confusion. Mateo was just looking at her eyes while holding her arms. She gulped as she felt her heart start to thump again. ‘What is wrong with me?’ she asked herself. As the day passed, she was always affected by him. Mateo did not answer Beatrice. He was just looking at her eyes mindlessly. He loved the way her tears fell down from her eyes through her cheeks. Mateo wiped her tears using his thumb. It immediately caused him to feel excited but worried at the same time. “Why are you crying?” he asked. “It’s nothing.” Beatrice tried to take back her arms but he was much stronger than her. “Let me go!” Mateo’s face turned blank. But it was just for a second. Enough to make Beatrice tremble as she remembered when she angered him. Mateo let her go and she stepped back. Mateo sighed and looked at the ocean. He doesn’t know why he cannot

The room was filled with gasping sounds at first, then, later on, it became applause and a sound of happiness. Who would have thought that the engagement party they came to was the wedding night itself? No one. Even the bride-to-be. Beatrice looked at Mateo who was still talking and smiling in the crowd. She looked at her father who was very confused and forced a smile on others. Then her gaze landed on Clementine, who was already glaring at her and Veronica. She immediately looked away and sighed. ‘What is he saying?’“Please. Let’s go out now to the beach.” Mateo slightly vowed and gave the microphone to the emcee. The staff guided the guests out of the hall while the emcee was giving the instructions.“What is the meaning of this? Wedding? Tonight?” Beatrice whispered as soon as Mateo looked at her. Mateo held her hand and guided her down on the stage. “Mateo.” “It is our wedding night. So go back to your room and change your clothing. They are waiting for you there already.” B

“Fuck! Fuck!” Mateo kicked the bed as soon as Beatrice left his room. He was ready and excited to feel her finally. Forcing a woman had always been easy for him. Though it was contracted. Anyone he had sex with experienced the same thing. He always liked it when they were scared and begging for him. But when he felt Beatrice's shaking body, he just couldn't continue to do it. She was begging him not to touch her. To feel her. And now it was tormenting him because he had been waiting for this time. Their marriage was supposed to be set for next week. But he learned from his business partners that David Lichter, Beatrice's father, was talking with some businessmen and discussing their island. David was planning on selling the island. And he clearly knew why. David must think that the amount of money that he would get from selling this place would be enough to stop his marriage with Beatrice. But it was a nice try. Mateo would never stop his marriage to Beatrice. He was not after money.

Beatrice sighed as she looked at the mansion. This will be her new home starting today. And it doesn’t feel right for her. “Madam. Let’s go to your room now,” Jen said. Beatrice nodded and they walked inside. She saw again the big painting of a woman at the top of the big stairs. She stopped when she was just below it. The woman really looked like her. “Jen. Do you know her?” she asked. Jen went to Beatrice’s side. “No, madam. I am new here. But I know that she was the former madam of this house.” Beatrice frowned. “Old madam? You mean she was Mateo’s wife too?” She looked at her servant. Jen nodded at her. She looked at the painting again. She never knew that Mateo was married already. “Do you know where she is now?” “I heard she was already dead.” “Oh.” Now she was interested. “Jen. Can you do me a favor?” Jen smiled and bowed. “Anything you asked, madam.” “Thank you. Can you find out more about her for me?” Jen looked at the painting. She was a new servant in this mansion

“Thank you, sir.” Beatrice got out of the car. Amadeo was at her side and bowed to her. “I will send you to your room, madam.” “Ah? No! I’m okay. I can go there on my own, thank you.” Beatrice forced a smile at Amadeo. Then she looked at Cone. “I’ll call you later.” Cone bowed. “I’ll be in the parking lot only, madam.” “It’s okay. You can do anything you want. I’ll be out in the afternoon.” Cone looked at her hesitantly. “But…” He looked at Amadeo. When he nodded back to her, he bowed again to Beatrice. “Okay, madam.” “I’ll go now. Thank you for your help,” Beatrice said and walked inside the building. Amadeo shook his head. “Looks like madam needs more time to adjust to her new life.” He sighed. “Cone. Follow Madam’s orders. But make sure to know everything she does. Then report it to me later.” “Yes, sir.” “Wait for my call. I’ll just talk with the chancellor.” Amadeo went to the building where the chancellor's office was. He wanted to have business with Mateo. But his ma