ISRAEL will never forget the events that keep flashing through his memory.Everything is vivid, like a fly drawn to beautiful light and flying to its own death.The moment his eyes landed on the woman who was sleeping peacefully by his side, he didn't utter a word and just started the engine of his car again.The night is still long.The endless scenery of the forest kept brushing past his eyes as he navigated through his destination.The sounds of the silence roaming and the crickets buzzing were the only company he had.He became aware of his phone lightly vibrating through his pocket. He looked at the woman, who was resting peacefully yet again, before he decided to connect his device to the vehicle."Jefe, el cadáver desapareció exactamente como lo predijiste," [Boss, the corpse vanished exactly as you predicted,] the man said immediately through the other line."And?""Acabamos de infiltrarnos en las instalaciones del gobierno, solo para descubrir que todo ya ha sido limpiado." [
ALTHEA sat at the dinner table, dumbfounded. Only the sound of cutlery engulfed the four corners of the room.She was unaware that things would turn out like this within just a few minutes of her stepping into his house."Amor." In each call the man made to her, it felt as though he purposely sealed her fate in this house.She lifted her head, their eyes meeting in between, and saw that evil grin flashing through the same stoic face that looked at her earlier.He was a cruel man. "Why aren't you eating much? Do you want a different course of dish?" the man asked her one after the other, but she remained silent."Or do you want me to chop off the hands of the chef for preparing the food that didn't suit your taste?""You're sick," Althea finally said. She was doing her best to keep her work to herself, knowing full well that without a sharp tongue, she'd be better off without one.The man let out a chuckle. "And what makes you think I'm not?" Israel retorted.Althea knitted her forehe
"To be the bride of a Mafia Boss."• • •A LIVING CORPSE BRIDE—that's what the whole organization calls the woman Israel has brought home after a long, bloody night.She was a woman who was stiff and lifeless, as though her life had been extinguished a long time ago; she was a porcelain doll who did not have her own will. Israel treated her like any bride would, but in exchange for the affection he shows, there is a side of him that tears horror and obsession over every inch of her.Althea looked at herself in the mirror, her face covered in make-up, as a female member of the organization was busy dolling her into the woman they assumed she should be."Close your eyes; I'll be applying eyeshadow next," the woman uttered as she sat there silently.For the next couple of days, the man had everyone in the palm of his hands. turning the tables upside down the moment he came home and brought a woman by his side. He did not even let anyone protest regardless of their opinions, and for her,
HE COULD commend this woman for having such a brave face in front of him. No one in this house could look at him with those fiery eyes, one that, if given a weapon, would initiate a murder in an instance.Israel let out a chuckle.He has always known that this woman is different from the rest of the world. She was the single soul that, even if she were to look at him with murderous intent, he would never feel a sense of danger. that there would be something more of a pleasure in those morbid looks in her eyes.There was no one, and no one will, but her."What do I want from you?" he repeated her words before kneeling down in front of her; a smile drawing on his lips as he uttered, "Only you, Amor."He knows that every time he calls her with that endearment, Althea's face will scrunch in disgust. It was amusing."I said I would never be yours," she retorted. Despite her hands trembling, it was obvious that she was only putting up a brave front to resist his overwhelming dominance.Isra
ALTHEA was wrapped in the sensation of something overflowing her whole body as she sat there uncomfortably. The voices of the people around the place seemed to be overwhelming and unclear to her the whole time, as her eyes almost rolled towards the back. She let out an intoxicating moan as she buried her face on the desk. "Don't make yourself too obvious," the man whispered."F . . . Fuck you," she uttered, full of disdain yet pleasure. She couldn't help but look back at the events before all this happened.And every time she remembers it, she wants to curse him to his death.Hours flew by that afternoon, and Althea did not expect that the meeting she agreed to was about to commence after dinner.She thought that it would have been at a different time, but then she realized she was tricked by her supposed husband.Regardless, she had no choice but to come since she confirmed it in front of the others. If she wanted to make a good impression on the people with whom she will share he
HER FOREHEAD knitted into a thin line. She clearly has no idea who that man is or what that person is supposed to have to do with her. "You're sick!" she shouted and struggled from his grip. She can't believe this man is acting like this with someone she doesn't even know.Israel's face turned grim. He still had a smile plastered on his face, but she could easily tell that he was not one bit happy at all."Am I? I am right?" he replied before letting out a mocking laugh. For a second there, he appeared as though he were a lunatic, contrary to the man who has always been stoic and cunning."You're the one that made me like this, Althea! You are!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, leaning his face forward as he stared at her with those crazy-looking eyes.The more she looked into those eyes, the more she felt this fear creeping into her system, one that felt like all of the hair in her body was rising."S-Stop," she murmured instinctively. Her eyes were wavering, consumed by the unkn
AFTER WHAT happened, Althea continued to harbor hatred for the man. Not only was he cunning enough to destroy her hopes, but the man also managed to force her into his desires every time he wanted them. It did not matter where it was, or how he wanted it to occur . . . All that matters is how he will get what he wants, and she will have no choice but to oblige.It was a Sunday morning when the man rose from the bed and started tidying himself. He casually grabbed his shirt on the floor before buttoning it up on the bedside table. Althea watched him carefully on the sidelines, pretending to be asleep when his eyes turned to face her."Don't pretend to be asleep; I can feel your gaze drilling into the back of my head," the man uttered before a small grin drew on his lips. Meanwhile, she rose from the bed with scorn on her face."If only my eyes could kill, I would have killed you in your sleep," Althea said, hissing. The man just let out a chuckle, as though his woman's threatening word
WHEN Althea finally woke up from a deep sleep, she urged her body to move when she felt pain radiating all over her body. In one instance, she remembered that she was beaten into a pulp by a woman named Natasha, who claims to be the supposed fiancee of her husband. Just as she tried to move, she noticed that something was preventing her from making callous movements; it was a rope tied to her wrists and ankles.She opened her eyes as best as she could and noticed that the place seemed unfamiliar. Darkness was the only companion she had, together with the raging storm she could hear from outside. In a split second, the door suddenly swung open, revealing the stature of a muscular man. "You . . . what's the meaning of this?" Althea said, growling at the man in front of her. He was drenched from the rain outside as he stood there, emotionless. She already knew that this man was bad news ever since she first met him, and she was right. "David," she called out his name. One of the t