“Sam…” he stammered in shock. She avoided his gaze and distanced herself, not wanting him to see her so haggard and dirty.
“Get away from me,” she uttered almost in a whisper and stood up on her feet intending to leave. This couldn't be happening to her, why did she have to show up at her worst moment? She couldn't stand the embarrassment and awkwardness. Him, so cute and neat; in fine clothes and expensive jewelry, perfumed with that delicious scent. And she, a malnourished, dirty beggar dressed in rags. It was a nightmare that the man she liked -because even though six long months had passed without seeing him, her feelings for him surfaced just by hearing his voice-, would see her in those clothes and with that stench. She had to run away, she couldn't bear to be in his presence a second longer.
Three months had passed. Sam had regained her weight and her skin was not pale anymore. Every day she looked more energetic and healthy and she no longer seemed as shy as when she first arrived at the ranch. Raul kept following her around asking her imprudent questions and trying to find out why she was covering her face, but she ignored him and only laughed at his witticisms.“I owe the boss a lot,” the boy sat down on the grass and put a twig in his mouth. “My parents died in a shootout when I was ten and I spent three years living on the streets and stealing in the markets to be able to eat. One day a man selling apples caught me stealing from him and chased me with a rifle. I ran into Mr. Connovan and he assured the man that he would punish me and he did. He demanded I clean the stable and then pulled me by the ears because I wouldn't bathe. When he fed me, bought me clothes, an
Sam lay down on his father's bed and hugged his pillow. She missed him so much! Even though it had been four months since his death, she still wasn't over him. She was alone and with no one to comfort her. Her father was an orphan who got to where he was through hard work and the mercy of a doctor, who trained him in the field of medicine. At that time not so much was demanded of doctors and some people practiced freely, a cause of death for many patients who believed in untrained doctors. Her father not only taught her how the human body worked, but he also taught her about the medicinal power of plants. She became very good at it and even took classes with professionals, she stopped her studies when she got engaged with the promise to resume them after a year of marriage, so she could give quality time to her husband. Her heart ached, for she did not know if their relationship could be called a marriage. Daniel was not the same man she had known yea
“You're useless!” The redhead girl spat with superiority. “Always thinking you're better than everyone else, and look at you, you're nobody, Samay.“What do you want, Barbara?” she simply couldn't stand her and only wished she would leave his room.“For you, Mrs. Barbara. You're just a squatter in my house, I'm tired of you and of you looking lustfully at my husband. Daniel is mine, Samay, don't flatter yourself.”“Stop talking nonsense! Daniel is my husband and this is my house. I'm dad's heiress, the only one who's stuck up here is you.”“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..." The redhead girl laughed mockingly. “Your husband? You disgust him, Samay. Just so you know what your place is, Daniel and I have been a couple since before he "pretended" to you. Who do you think he sleeps with all night? Samay, Daniel would never touch you as he does me, he an
Sam sprayed on some perfume and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her dark blue robe that matched her light blue and pearl-toned wardrobe. She highlighted her hazel eyes with black eyeliner and white shadow. She had put on lipstick, even though no one was going to see her lips, but it was to keep them moisturized. Her hair looked beautiful and silky, although only part of it was showing because the veil covered most of her face including her hair. She had changed a lot since Arthur took her to the estate, she was no longer disheveled and her hair didn't look like a bird's nest.Sometimes it was uncomfortable to wear the veil and she did not know how she would eat with etiquette in front of those people, as it would look strange when the fork went under the cloth. Would she ever get over her trauma? Would she be able to free her face from that veil? Nostalgia overwhelmed her. Before falling into Daniel's clutches she was happy and free. A dreamy young girl without c
Sweats ran down his skin, his chest rose and fell. It hurt.“That's enough!” she cried out in desperation. A thud, blood, and body spilled.She fled. At last, she would be free. She ran and ran regardless of discomfort or pain. Her fate was uncertain and going into the forest a danger for a young girl inexperienced in life, for a woman who never stood up for herself. Tears of bewilderment and fear overflowed from her reddened eyes, she still did not believe she was escaping.The dark forest made it harder for her, however, a light was the sign that told her she was out, but…Sam woke up with a start. She inhaled and exhaled so as not to have another crisis; she got out of bed and went to the kitchen trembling.“Chamomile tea will calm me down," she muttered to herself. With trembling hands, she put the kettle on and walked around the kitchen while she waited. When her tea was ready, she sat down and took a sip. It was diffi
“Hello, Anabela,” she turned and frowned when she saw the big man behind her with a basket of apples. Her brown eyes were averting their gaze with an embarrassed expression, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth. She could notice a slight blush on the caramel-colored skin that caused her much tenderness. But she didn't understand his interest in her and it made her uncomfortable. Like many of the workers at the estate, Samuel was just an acquaintance, a person with whom she could not even imagine a close relationship.“Hello, Samuel," she replied politely, but with a marked coldness. She didn't want to misunderstand him or get his hopes up; it was better to put distance from the beginning.“The guys and I were picking apples. I thought you might want these, they are the reddest and juiciest of them all.”“Thank you, Samuel. You can take them to my grandmother, I'm on my way out," she said. Anabella went on her way, le
Anabela hugged herself and tears wet her cheeks. The images of that guy abusing her flashed in her head in seconds that seemed eternal. She was trembling, she was too afraid to live that again, she would rather die, she would not let him get away with it again. She couldn't stand him, she hated him and wanted to kill him with her bare hands. Why did she leave her gun behind? She could already imagine Arthur scolding them, he had warned them about going out unarmed.She looked at her horse, it wasn't far away! The girls that one kept silent while the men of that foul watched them viciously. She needed to go for help. Henry approached and her nerves got the better of her; no, she would rather die. She ran to her horse and jumped it, luckily she was fast and one of the best riders on the ranch, her skills had won her several races and she had always been admired for her acrobatics and maneuvers. She rode with haste. Henry screamed and his men fired. Pain and burning did not stop
“Is she all right?” Samuel stood next to Jacqueline, who was sitting in the dining room of the kitchen. Nidia passed her a cup of tea to calm her down, as she was still shaking with shock.“Yes, thank you. If you hadn't arrived in time…” Tears covered her eyes. Samuel approached her, hesitated a little, but seeing her so vulnerable moved him. Then he dared. Jacqueline's eyes widened as she felt covered by the big man's muscular firm arms. She cried into his chest, his warmth inspired confidence and for the first time it felt good to be protected by a man; maybe it wasn't wrong to let herself be cared for once in a while.After everyone came out of the commotion, Samuel debated whether to knock or not in front of the wooden door. He wanted to see her but was afraid to intrude. He knocked gently and Anabela's muffled voice invited him in. Next to her was Sam, who decided to step out to give them privacy.“H—How are you fe