Marcelo couldn't take his eyes off her Georgina as she greeted him, ‘Good day sir’ with a polite smile. Marcelo smiled back warmly, gesturing for them to take a seat."Marcelo, we wanted to talk to you about something," Francisco began, leaning forward in his chair."We've been working on a plan to improve our winery, and we think it could be beneficial to you as well," Georgina added, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.Marcelo's interest was immediately piqued. He had always been fascinated by the world of wine, and he knew that Francisco had a keen business sense when it came to running his winery. He is well known around the city on this."Tell me more," he said, leaning forward in his chair.Francisco and Georgina launched into an animated discussion about their plans for the winery. They talked about everything from new grapes to improving the wine making process, to varietals and improved fermentation techniques, and Marcelo listened intently, nodding along as they spoke. “Thi

The thought of facing Marcelo filled her with fear. She knew that he was a dangerous man and her father had tried. ‘what would make her approach any different?’ She thought. Georgina didn't know if she had the courage to stand up to him.She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "I have to do this," she thought, her determination growing. "I have to find a way to fix this."Georgina stood up, her mind made up. She would face Marcelo and try to reason with him As soon as the sun set. It wouldn't be easy, but she knew that she had to try. For her family, for her own sake, and for the sake of her future.Marcelo's men arrived at Georgina and her Father Francisco's house very early in the morning. They had come to pick up Georgina. They arrived in a black Suv and knocked on the door continuously. Francisco sleepily headed towards the door. When Francisco opened the door, he noticed it was Antonio, the same guard that handed him the briefcase of money the day he made the deal wit

Marcelo awoke with a languid stretch, his body still heavy with the remnants of sleep. Yawning, he made his way to the window, his steps silent against the cold wooden floor. The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the room.As his gaze swept over the bed, his eyes settled on Georgina's form. The sight of her stirred something within him, a mixture of desire and satisfaction. But to Georgina, his presence was nothing short of repugnant, a reminder of the night that had forever changed her.Georgina squinted her eyes, the sunlight dancing upon her face as she tried to shield herself from its intrusion. She peered at Marcelo through narrowed eyes, observing him as he stood by the window, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Everything about him disgusted her, every fiber of her being recoiling from the memories that lingered in the air.Sensing his presence drawing near, Georgina instinctively closed her eyes, feigning slumber. She ho

Antonio remained quiet, his silence an infuriating barrier between Georgina and the answers she sought. Undeterred, she continued to circle him, her determination unwavering. Frustration burned within her, fueling the urgency in her voice."What. So you can't speak now?" Georgina's voice trembled with a mix of anger and desperation. Antonio's silence persisted, exacerbating the turmoil within her. Georgina couldn't contain her frustration any longer, and she let out a piercing scream. "Answer me!"Startled by her outburst, Antonio stammered, his voice betraying the weight of his words. "I had no choice. I was instructed to do so." His admission hung heavy in the air, his vulnerability echoing through the room.Georgina's anger intensified, her gaze fixed on Antonio as she stood before him, demanding acknowledgement. Her eyes burned with a mixture of fury and defiance. She made her stance clear, asserting her newfound authority. "First of all, now you address me as 'ma'am,' understood?

Georgina's body still trembled with the residual fear coursing through her veins, her senses on high alert. "Remember what I said about stubborn people?" his voice caressed her ear, carrying an underlying threat that sent a chill down her spine. She tried to steady her racing heart, but the unease lingered, like a persistent shadow in her mind. “He got what he deserved. If you don’t show them you mean business, they will never take you seriously”.Marcelo's hand found its way to her waist, his touch both possessive and chillingly intimate. "You look stunning," he murmured, his words laced with a twisted admiration. A bitter irony settled upon Georgina's tongue as she reflected on how her beauty had become both her allure and her curse, a tool to wield power over her.Without a choice, Georgina felt her arm seized and pulled, her movements guided by Marcelo's forceful grip. They proceeded towards his awaiting car, where Antonio dutifully opened the door. As they settled into the back s