Todos los capítulos de The Fake heiress's secret husband : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

AriaToday was the day I was finally going home. Or that was what the guard told me this morning when she unlocked my cell and threw a plastic bag with my old clothes at my feet.Home. I almost laughed. I didn't have a home anymore. Grace was gone. Our little apartment was gone. The only thing waiting for me out there was a cold city and a world that thought I was a monster.Two years. I had been inside these grey walls for two years, two months and eleven days. I counted every single one of them."Are you really leaving me alone with these animals?" Lena asked from her bunk. She was pretending to be angry but I could see that her eyes were red."You will be out in six months," I said as I folded my prison shirt for the last time."Six months is a long time, princess. Who am I going to fight with now?" she said and pouted.I rolled my eyes at her. She had called me princess since the first day I came here, crying and shaking with a cut on my lip. Back then she said it to make fun of m

AriaFor the next five days, I tried, I really tried. I woke up early every morning and went down to the kitchen to help Rosa with breakfast. The first time, Diane found me there with flour on my face and laughed so hard she had to hold the counter."Sweetheart, we have three cooks. You don't have to do this," she said."I want to. Grace and I always made pancakes on Sundays," I said.Her smile became a little smaller when I said Grace's name. I didn't say it again after that.I sat with Richard in his study while he worked, just so I could get to know him. He didn't talk much. When he did, it was mostly about the business, the hotels and someone called the Morettis. Every time that name came up, his face changed. Like he was worried. Or scared. I even went shopping with Camilla. That was a mistake."So, Aria, what was the food like in there?" she asked loudly in the middle of the most expensive shop I had ever been in. The two shop girls folding sweaters stopped and looked at us."Ca

AriaRosa woke me up at five in the morning on Saturday with a cup of tea and a sad smile."Come on, sweetheart. Today you have to be the most beautiful bride in the whole city," she said as she opened the curtains."For who? He can't even see me," I said and pulled the blanket over my head."Then be beautiful for yourself," she said and pulled the blanket away. I groaned, but I got up.The dress was hanging on the closet door. White lace, long sleeves, a long soft veil. It was the kind of dress I used to dream about when I was a little girl. Grace and I used to watch wedding shows on our old TV and pick our favourite dresses.I never thought I would wear one for a man who couldn't open his eyes.Rosa helped me put it on. She did my hair in soft curls and pinned the veil on top. When she turned me to the mirror, I didn't recognize the girl looking back at me. She looked pretty. She looked like a real bride. But her eyes were empty."Your grandmother would be so proud of you," Rosa sai