"Silence speaks for the ones who does not need words."
Silence surrounded the magnificent building of Dominguez Enterprise on a weekday. The employees were used to working in silence.
It was all because the boss didn't like noise.
And what the boss says, goes.
Located at the top of the company's building is the office of the man who started this empire.
Alvaro Dominguez.
Black, white and grey was scattered around Alvaro's office, no bright color can be seen. Somehow, the color of this room represented the life of it's owner.
Quietly going through his documents, no sound can be heard in the spacious room, just like Alvaro liked it.
All quiet, except for the knock that came moments later.
"Señor?" [Sir?]
Alvaro's secretary, Corazon, was of Spanish blood, just like him. She had been working at the enterprise for so long, but she was still full of glow even at age 48. She was efficient and a great worker.
Looking up from a deal that he was scanning, Alvaro only stared at Corazon, waiting for her to say something.
Even after thirteen years of working for the young Señor, the secretary still felt the chills down her spine each time her eyes met his.
Not needing words, his stone-cold gaze was enough to make people avoid it.
One cold gaze, and you'll feel that shiver embracing your body.
He had that effect on people.
Fear.
"Señor Roman has arrived." her quivering voice reached his ears, and he simply nodded an okay for his visitor to come in.
Marco Roman was his right-hand man if you will, his most trusted man. The two grew up together, and they know each other very well.
Alvaro set aside all his documents and prepared a glass of whiskey, he was going to need it for the talk that he and Marco were going to have.
He could already feel the headache coming.
Alvaro remembered his last conversation with Marco, about needing to get married and have an heir to continue the bloodline of the Dominguez.
He didn't want to.
The last thing he needed was a bitch in his midst. He had enough in his hands, and he didn't need a spoiled and selfish girl adding to his worries.
All his encounters with women were all the same. They wanted the money and power that came with his manly physique, and they tried hard to achieve it.
Except he wasn't interested.
Alvaro focused on his work and keeping his people under control, there wasn't a single time where you could see him with a woman in his arms.
He had several shares of women in his bed in his younger years. He remembered how young and foolish he was.
Now, his men were creating a fuss about how he isn't getting any younger, that he needed to get married at the age of thirty-five in order to produce heirs that would guarantee the success of the empire that he worked hard to build.
A marriage of convenience was what they were proposing.
The only way to shut them up, Alvaro thought, is to give them what they want. He could just ignore them and go on his way, but he didn't need the distrust that would build if he couldn't provide a solution.
The door to his office opened and in came Marco Roman.
"Señor." Marco Roman's voice greeted, immediately placing the files from his leather bag to Alvaro's table.
"These are the girls that provide great background and came from wealthy families." he explained.
"They would do good for the company's name."
Alvaro hummed a reply, chugging down his alcohol. He didn't want to waste time choosing, so he made Marco do it. He trusted his instincts.
"Si puedo..." [If I may] Marco's voice trailed.
The silent man peeked his left eye open, waiting for his friend to continue.
"Hay una chica..." [There is this girl]
"Escupelo ya, Marco." [Spill it, Marco]
The boss' impatient voice rang in his ears, the small bit of fear hugged his mind, causing him to stop for a minute before continuing.
"Isaac Gomez's niña... Genevieve Cortes." he started "He has her ready."
Alvaro merely listened. He didn't know any Genevieve, but he knew Isaac Gomez.
He was a pesky man who has a pile of debt that he has yet to pay him. He was drowning in debt and didn't look like he was planning to pay any time soon.
"Ella es una buena chica , age 23. And she is a great asset to use against Isaac Gomez." [She is a good girl]
It was moments before Alvaro spoke, he spent the last minutes thinking about whether he would regret his decision or not.
"Esa chica... Genevieve, is it?" [That girl]
"Si, señor?" [Yes, sir.]
"What do you think of her?"
"Well... she's nice. Everyone in town loves her. And she's low maintenance. I think this will be a good decision."
"Call Isaac."
"Para que, Señor?" [For what, Sir?]
"Tell him to take her to me.”
"Sometimes, a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all." "Hola, Señor Gomez!" Genevieve called out to her Mama's visitor. Mr. Isaac Gomez was a family friend, she knew him since she was little. He was like a father figure to her, especially since she didn't have her own dad anymore. Mr. Gomez was the one who supported her throughout college, paid for her tuition and all. He also provided for her like the good godfather that he is. He added to the sunshine that was in her world.&
"Goodbyes are not the end. Do not, even for a second, believe that you will never see me again." After showing him the chicks and having lunch, Genevieve said goodbye to Mr. Gomez. Not before he and her Mama sneaked a quiet conversation by the porch. Genevieve wondered what they could have been talking about, and why they were so quiet about it. They've never done this before. Their conversations were always loud and full of laughs, this one was full of whispers and hushes. Her curiosity got the best of her and couldn't help asking her Mama while doing the dishes.&nb
"You are like a fallen angel I caught in my arms. So beautiful, so innocent and bright.""Esta todo listo?"[Is everything ready?]Alvaro Dominguez asked the man beside him, Marco Roman."Si, señor."[Yes, sir]the man replied, "The bride is on her way, ready for the wedding."Alvaro raised his brows. For him, it was not a wedding. It was simply two people signing papers and accepting rings.He disagreed with his friend, but he dared not say anything.He didn't care what
"His eyes full of mischief. His lips forming a smirk. She was sure. He was the devil himself."Genevieve woke up disoriented and uncomfortable. Why was her bed so hard? It used to be soft and fluffy.She carefully opened her eyes, the lights from the ceiling blinding her for a moment. But those weren't her lights, and ceiling. She had the moon and stars in her own bedroom, lighting up the dark room whenever night came.'Where am I?' she wondered.She was about to call out to her mother before she remembered what happened. What was supposed to happen today.It wa
"She is beauty. She is grace. She is innocence in human flesh."Alvaro wanted to take back all the words he said. The girl in front of him was not a slut at all, nor a bitch.In fact, she was the exact opposite.She was so innocent and so little.Even now, as he slowly stood up, he can see the innocence beaming from her. Her mouth agape, and her eyes wide.She was a cute little darling.And he knew that the other three in the room thought the same. They were all staring at her, eyes amused.She provided innocent entertainment to the people around her.'No doubt' he thought 'she was adored in her little town.'The Mayor, who was beside Genevieve, and the man she thought was Alvaro Dominguez, shifted his eyes to him.The entertainment slowly faded, replaced with fear.He may be the Mayor of a large City, but that didn't mean he had the courage to face Alvaro Dominguez.
"He was her warmth. She was his peace. And they fit each other perfectly."Genevieve didn't think Mr. Alvaro was so bad. In fact, he was an actual gentleman.Ever since they left the Mayor's office, not once did he take his hands off of her. His huge and calloused hands wrapped around her small ones. It would also travel to her small hips to assist her when walking.The height difference between the two of them was apparent. The little wife only came up on Alvaro's chest, and he would stare down at her whenever he had the chance.Now, during lunch, he still couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"When your arms around me felt like home, I knew I had found a treasure."Genevieve woke up early the next day, the sun was only rising on the horizon. Opening her eyes slowly, she yawned and stretched her body. Small mewls left her mouth, and her eyes surveying her surroundings at the same time.The room she was in was ginormous, but plain at the same time.It was her husband’s room. And now, judging by how she woke up here, her room too.'It was so black and white and so black.' she thought, the colors not appeasing her. The room was beautiful of course, but the colors were making it
"Her laugh was love at first sight to the blind man in the dark cave." Alvaro gently set his wife down on one of the chairs on the dining room, appreciating the hearty breakfast that he prepared for her. He told the cook and the maids to take the week off, wanting Genevieve for himself. The food in the table made his stomach grown with hunger. The cook he had prepares plenty for the three meals of the day. But this morning, seeing the simple yet mouthwatering creation of his wife, he had a feeling that the cook would have to find another place to work at. Nobody's eating his dishes anytime soon. Not unless his wife is not around. Genevieve observed Alvaro as he stared at the food, waiting for him to sit down at the other side of the table so they could eat. But to her surprise, he sat down beside her instead. Her head tilted to the side. Her Mama Emilia said that when dining with someone, you si