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“Natalia Rodríguez,” she responded, irritated.Lison narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but it only took him a couple of seconds to return to his stoic expression."I don’t know who you are, but I’m warning you—stay out of my business," he threatened, his face so serious that it sent a chill down Natalia’s spine.Natalia wanted to scream, to make a scene, but it was as if her body had frozen in place.Meanwhile, Tiodor continued on his way. Anyone who knew him even slightly could sense the murderous aura surrounding him.Natalia eventually recovered, returned to her small cubicle, and packed all her things into a cardboard box. She didn’t want to be there anymore. Knowing Libia, the first thing she’d do after returning from her therapist would be to leave, to get as far away as possible.---**Three days later**Libia left Mrs. Helen’s mental health retreat with a scowl, wearing oversized sunglasses and clothes so baggy they could have belonged to a rapper. Her hair was a tangled mess, t
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**Five weeks later.**Libia had convinced herself that she had found some peace. Although her mind occasionally wandered to thoughts of Lison, her self-control was supposedly improving. Despite the urge to call him and take back what she had said, she resisted.Therapy, however, wasn’t working. Worst of all, she had isolated herself once again, and being far from her friends and acquaintances didn’t help. Some days, she barely ate, while others she indulged in junk food binges.That day, she was watching television when her phone started ringing. Libia pretended not to hear it—she wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone.“Why so much insistence?” she thought irritably as the calls wouldn’t stop, seemingly from different numbers. Rolling her eyes, she reluctantly went over to her phone. Noticing that Natalia had also tried calling, she returned the call. Her friend answered after the first ring."Libia," Natalia said, her voice hurried."Yes? What’s going on? I was... busy," she lied."I’
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"Here are the pills,” Natalia announced, holding a glass of water in her right hand.Libia had her head resting on the desk, the weight of a horrible migraine pressing down on her. Without Natalia’s help, she felt she might have already gone mad from all the paperwork.Meanwhile, the situation with Lison had only gotten worse. The man was demanding that the contract he signed with Elena be honored, while Libia was pushing for the opposite, simply because she couldn’t bear to be around him. Perhaps it was immature of her, but being near him made her feel uneasy."I’m going to die of a brain hemorrhage," Libia mumbled, not lifting her head.Natalia sighed. "Everything is going great," she said reassuringly."You’re just saying that to make me feel better.""No, I mean it. Soon, you’ll have more experience, and things will get easier."Libia straightened up in her seat. "Thank you. This is really hard for me, but in the end, it’s what my dad would’ve wanted.""Yes." Natalia offered her a
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Libia sat on her sofa, her face pale, hands trembling, and mouth dry, panic consuming her more and more. She was convinced she was going to die—or worse, be murdered in some horrible way."This has to be some cruel joke," she whispered, hugging herself tightly.Esteban shook his head. "*Even in the grave, that woman won’t leave Libia alone!*" he thought bitterly."We’ll find a solution," Natalia assured her."No! You two can’t get involved. I don’t want to put you at risk. I’ll tell Dorantes—maybe he can help me." A glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.Julio surely had some connections, something that could get her out of this mess."I’m not sure it’s a good idea to trust that man so much," Esteban commented, staring at the floor. He didn’t like to meddle in other people’s business, but this situation was serious, and he wanted to help Libia."Well, I don’t have many options," Libia replied, looking disheartened at her friends.Natalia approached and gave her a tight hug, trying to c
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The time for Libia to get off the plane had arrived, and she barely had a suitcase with her. This was her golden opportunity; with this deal, she would finally make her aunt take her seriously, and through this, they would see that she wasn't just a foolish little girl."Good afternoon," she greeted the airport guard.She patiently waited for her luggage to be delivered. After getting everything ready, the young woman left the airport and took a taxi; her hotel was waiting for her.When she arrived at the hotel, she introduced herself to the receptionist."I'm Libia Musso. I made a reservation four days ago.""Identification and the reference number provided at the time of payment."The young woman took her ID from her small purse and searched her phone for the email she received when booking the accommodation. It wasn't a five-star place; in fact, it was the most economical option she could find, all to make it to the meeting with Tiodor Lison, close the deal, and prove she had what
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"This is not the woman I was expecting!" Lison exclaimed in his native language.The two men who had brought the girl looked at each other in confusion."But she's the woman we saw leaving the restaurant," one of them replied."Elena Musso is a mature woman with prominent hips, dark hair, and average height," Lison pointed at Libia with his index finger. "But this one is a worthless brat, short, without curves, with brown hair and brown eyes."Libia didn’t understand half of what they were saying, which made her even more scared.Lison's subordinates apologized. He then approached where Libia was lying."Why did you make me think you were Elena Musso?" he demanded, his thick accent evident."I didn’t…""Yes, the email was addressed to your aunt, and you responded in her place. You’re a little idiot."Libia shook her head, unable to meet his gaze."That might cost you your life," Lison threatened, then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.Libia hugged herself as the two men who h
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Three weeks had passed since she had been confined. She could watch television, she was given exquisite food daily, and they even provided her with pajamas. For a kidnapping, she was having a pretty good time.Almost every day, the question lingered in her mind: "Why the hell did Mr. Lison have her here?" "What was he looking for in the first place?""Ron," she called out to one of her guards.The man approached the young woman. His name wasn’t Ron, but that’s how she communicated with him."Do you know where the boss is?" the girl asked, gesturing dramatically.Ron shook his head, wondering if the girl was unaware of the great danger she was in."Do you know if I’ll ever get to go home?"The man didn’t understand a word Libia had just said.She stopped asking questions. It wasn’t that she was having a bad time, but she missed her friends, her freedom.After two hours, Libia went into the bathroom; she needed to take a shower. She dried off with a white towel, put on her new pajamas—p
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She had been involved with terrible men in the past, but Lison surpassed them all. In other words, he had tried to kidnap her aunt, locked her up, and now he was screwing her as if there were no tomorrow. At least he was a good lover.She still wasn't clear about his intentions. If he had something against her aunt Elena, didn’t that make her his enemy too? Libia snorted; she had gotten used to being there. Compared to the real world, those four walls felt safer.“I’m going crazy,” she said out loud.Three days passed without Lison visiting her. Somehow, that made her anxious. Watching TV wasn’t enough; her mind kept replaying those torrid encounters where that man made her lose her mind, his member causing her to gag.Her mouth watered; three days had passed, and her panties were wet just thinking about him. She cleared her throat, then walked to the bed and lay down, closing her eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, hoping time would pass faster that way.The next day, Lison still didn
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