I've been to many fancy restaurants, but this is definitely on another level—crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, marble floor, tables decorated with incomparable elegance. I feel the people's gaze on the two of us as the waiter leads us to our table. I can hear how some whisper, and I understand them in parts."Why is everyone looking at us that way?" I ask my unbearable husband.A half-smile reflects on his face expressing pride. "Because the owner of the restaurant has come to dinner with his wife," he explains, and this was not what I expected.I can only look at him and try to hide my astonishment. I can't let him know how impressed I am."How many businesses are you in?" I dare to ask, and he just shrugged his shoulders as if downplaying the matter."In many" is the only answer he gives me.Our conversation is interrupted when two waiters come to our table with one of the most expensive bottles of champagne and some appe

After a night of awful sleep, I open my eyes feeling too hot. When trying to move to the side of the bed, I fully understand what is happening; he is sleeping next to me. I feel like pushing him until he falls out of bed, but the truth is that he looks incredibly handsome asleep.His black hair is pretty messy but in a very sexy way. It's the first time I've stopped to see how long her lashes are. And not to mention that barely grown beard that fits him perfectly. My gaze travels over her body, only covered by the boxer he is wearing. The lower line is marked with a broad and worked back, and even his buttocks are toned. His work and masculine legs are difficult to ignore, and I can only imagine him without clothes to continue discovering his attributes. I take a deep breath to try to keep my sanity. He is perfect.Sienna, that's not the plan. I scold myself and look away from him as I realize he opens his eyes. "Sorry, but he was killing my back," he tells me, and I l

I thought he would have left the room by now, but when I came out of the bathroom, semi-dressed, he looks at me, sitting from the edge of the bed. He has that damn sensual side smile he likes to give me. He has not changed yet, and he is still wearing that boxer that marks all his attributes. "Do you think you can do what you did and just walk away?" He asks me seriously, and I decide to ignore his comment to enter the enormous wardrobe and choose a set of clothes from the few that I have brought.I drop the towel on the floor to stay only in my blue lace lingerie. Seconds later, I hear Lucas's footsteps entering behind me."I will have to go shopping," I comment as if nothing is happening.The silence breaks when his hand surprises me by caressing my back. He runs, with his fingers, all over the center, and I must take a deep breath. "Now I understand why that stupid man has fallen in love with you when he shouldn't have," he comments, making me ne

It is difficult for me to pretend that everything is fine in front of his parents. Especially when we are all sitting around the table, my so-called in love husband leaves kisses on the corner of my lips during breakfast."Son, haven't you taken your wife to the yacht yet?" asks his father quite enthusiastically."I was thinking of doing it today," Lucas responds."It is a perfect plan, son; the weather is ideal for sailing. Besides, we imagine that you want to be alone and enjoy your honeymoon. I can't wait for the day you tell us that we will be grandparents," says Laura, and I think I have to choke on the piece of croissant."Are you okay?" Lucas asks me sarcastically."Yes, all good," I say curtly and look at his mother. "Laura, I'm sorry, but we don't have plans to have children for now," I explain.I can't let this poor woman get excited about having grandchildren. However, his parents look at me strangely. I don't understand why.

I will not deny it; the yacht is exceptionally luxurious and so immense that we could live on it. Right now, the proximity of Lucas disgusts me more than ever, so arriving at the yacht, I completely evade him and go towards the bow to remain standing in front of the railing. I watch the city get smaller as we go into the ocean.I should be living all this with the man of my dreams. He should be standing behind me, hugging me around the waist and leaving exquisite kisses on my neck, those kinds that take the breath away, but he is not. At this moment, I'm here with a man who says that a son is a good business for both of us.I close my eyes, trying to forget everything. I let the wind, which moves the black sarong I'm wearing, caress my face and parts of skin that the bikini I'm wearing doesn't cover. It is an exquisite sense of freedom, one that I have lost and would love to have again.I don't know how long I've been here, but the touch of a hand on my back mak

I find myself sitting in front of him with a glass of champagne in my hand. His penetrating gaze on me, "I should consult with a lawyer to know how to make that will invalid," he comments.I still don't understand how he hasn't thought about this before. “I thought you were an intelligent man. Didn't you notice the minor detail that we should have a child before seeking revenge and getting me into this?" I ask sarcastically and take a sip of the exquisite champagne.His silence makes me think I'm right. He didn't think about it. "I wanted my parents to mistrust you when they met you; so, they won't name the clause. But I don't know why, they liked you from day one. Maybe, if they knew that your father was responsible for my sister's death, they would change opinion "he explains, and this information it's new for me."They don't know?" I ask, totally surprised, and he denies it. "My sister never told them she was pregnant, she half confessed that secret and

Five days laterAfter that afternoon, nothing was the same again. I hardly exchanged the necessary words with Lucas during the moments with his parents; I had barely eaten. I don't want to look at him or listen to him. I want him to disappear, and I want to do it too.I sneaked out of the house to see Sebastian. My plan is no longer the same. Now I want to believe that he can help me escape from this nightmare. I will not endure a year with Lucas, not with the fear that it gives me that he will repeat once more what happened on the yacht.I stir the coffee over and over with the spoon until a hand stops me. When I look up there, I see Sebastian. His green eyes look at me lovingly, and I stand up and hug him with all my might."Sebas!" I express with relief, and his arms wrap around my waist tightly."Sienna, how nice to see you," he says without letting me go."I really needed to see you," I confess. He lets go of me to look

"Is that why you left the house as a fugitive?" he claims while the limo takes us home.I don't want to answer or look at him."Speak!" he demands again, and I have no choice but to fix my gaze on his."Yes! I went with him because I never want to see you again in my life. I suppose you will be happy that you achieved your assignment before the end of the year, right? You have done to me more harm than you could do to anyone in record time "I reply and look away from him again."Sienna ..." I hear him say to me in a small voice."Don't tell me anything. I don't want to know anything about you," I reply immediately and cross my arms."I'm so sorry about the other day," he says suddenly, and I can't understand how he can be so hypocritical.I decide to keep quiet and turn to look at him to let him know that I don't believe a single word of what he has said."I was carried away by anger ... by the pain it caused me to rem

"Daughter," I hear a voice repeat it over and over again, "please wake up."Is my father here? Where am I? I can not see him."Mauricio, you don't know how sorry I am," I hear Lucas say.What is he doing here? No, not him, please.I move to try to flee."Daughter, calm down," he tells me, and for the first time, I feel his hand touching me.Am I not dead? I want to open my eyes to see my father, but I can barely lift my eyelids, "you can do it my girl," he encourages me, and I can notice his broken voice.I try one more time and finally manage to open them. My father smiles at me and squeezes my hand. "What a joy to be able to see you in the eye!" he says happily, and I smile shyly, but when I see Lucas, it vanishes."I want him to go!" I manage to say, even though I think they barely heard me"You mean Lucas?" my father asks me, and then he looks at him.Lucas's gaze met mine, no more w

A week laterLeaving the hospital was not an easy task. Besides recovering physically, it took me several psychological studies, therapy, and telling part of the story to convince the doctors that I would not try again. So after a week hospitalized, I finally finished fixing the bag with the clothes Lucas sent me through my father. For the last time, I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My dark circles are still there but, it is not that I have spent my days having fun in a spa, much less resting in a hotel."Daughter, are you ready?" my father exclaims from the room. I immediately get out of the bathroom.He smiles at me, but his tired face makes me understand that what I did hurt him more than I could imagine. He did not move from this room while I was hospitalized. As I listened to him cry at night and say my mother's name, I realized that I didn't think of anything at all when I tried to kill myself. I didn't remember that I am my father's only thing in