When Alana woke up the next morning, she was surprised to find herself in bed. She looked around and found the room empty, and she was lying in Ricardo's bed. Pushing herself up, she ran her hands through her hair. Trying certainly to recall anything. “How did I get here?” She muttered and slowly climbed out of bed, she scanned herself, and she was wearing her nightgown…strange as it was, Alana wondered who changed her. The thought of Ricardo doing it made her hug herself in fear. Suddenly, the door opened, startling Alana, thinking it was Ricardo. But to her relief, it was Mrs. Marks who came in carrying a tray.“Good morning madam, it's good you are awake… I brought breakfast," Mrs. Marks said with a smile and walked to the sitting area. A confused Alana was disturbed. She scanned the tray Mrs. Marks came with and there was a heavy breakfast. “Mrs. Marks, this wasn't necessary," Alana said, wondering why Mrs. Marks was treating her like a special person. Mrs. Marks grinned and dr
Alana arrived at the office, she found everyone busy, and she was informed Ricardo had visitors. Hence, she took some files and some coffee to Brigitte.“You look tired, are you sure you slept fine,” Alana asked with a chuckle and handed Brigitte a cup of coffee. Brigitte let out an exhalation and took the coffee.“Well, when you stay up all night nursing an old drunk man,” Brigitte said with a frown and slammed a file on the desk, Alana chuckled and took a seat. Brigitte was indeed tired, she had dark circles around her eyes.“Well, just admit it… you want that man, he's handsome you know,” Alana remarked with a sly grin and Brigitte rolled her eyes in annoyance. “No, he's a fool… tell me is the boss done, I saw Rocco and his men rush in,” Brigitte said while flipping pages of the file Alana delivered. “I didn't see…what is he doing here?” When she came she went straight to her office, surprisingly, Felix was avoiding her. “I'm sure something is up…how on earth do you explain? Roc
Everyone was shocked, Brigitte was the most shocked. She followed Ricardo to the hospital, and so did Camilo. Alana was in critical condition. Ricardo kept yelling at the doctors to do their jobs correctly, or they would face his wrath.Brigitte felt guilty, she didn't know what to do besides to pace in the waiting room. Camilo entered the private waiting room and Brigitte stopped.“Did you give her anything?” Camilo walked up to her and asked coldly, she stared at him in disbelief. How could he ask her such a question? She considered Alana her friend. Why would she do anything to harm her?“So you knew about this…why didn't you tell me,” Brigitte asked, ignoring his question completely. She wanted to know if Camilo was aware that Alana was Ricardo's wife.“Does it matter…she's his wife,” Camilo scoffed and walked right past her. Brigitte was furious as she turned around to look at him.“You two are just the same…this is what you do huh…she's his wife, but he treats her like a strange
Ricardo was certain, Alana getting sick wasn't a coincidence. He asked Mrs. Marks back home if Alana ate anything bad or had said anything about getting sick. And Mrs. Marks explained everything which transpired before she left. The doctor told him, it was either food poisoning or she ate something she was deathly allergic to. All of it led to her fellow employees. He called three of them to his office. They knew any better than to lie to him.Brigitte was relieved to hear what happened wasn't her fault. Ms hart who normally baked pies for her fellow employees had stated exactly what happened.It turned out the supervisor was busy making the pies; hence she entrusted Eva with the task. Eva admitted to making the pie and adding peanuts. But she defended herself and said it wasn't intentional. That she had no idea that Alana was allergic. “It's not my fault, okay… I didn't know she was allergic to peanuts,” Eva said defensively, she only told the boss what happened. Brigitte was busy
Alana pouted cutely and ate her soup peacefully. In actual reality, she was trying to avoid Brigitte's angry stare. Of course, Brigitte wasn't happy as she waited for Alana to speak up.“So, aren't you going to explain why…you lied to me,” Brigitte finally spoke and Alana licked her lips for a while and glanced up with an innocent facial expression? “Well, it wasn't a big deal,” Alana muttered more like to herself and Brigitte frowned even more.“He's your husband, and you didn't bother to tell me… Alana, I thought you considered me as your friend,” Brigitte lashed out and turned away from Alana, “Seriously, I didn't think it was necessary… and well, I was at peace working there without anyone knowing I'm his wife,” Alana replied hesitantly, Brigitte came to the house to see her after a few days of getting out of the hospital. She didn't stop scolding her for not telling her the truth about being married to Ricardo.“Everyone including me thought you were having an affair with the b
Alana fixed her eyes on Ricardo. He was hesitating. She wanted to know why he did it and saw his blank expression. She guessed he was due to an impulse or something. “Mrs. Romero, are you perhaps expecting a certain answer from me?” Ricardo asked, narrowing his eyes shrewdly, he didn't move but kept his questionable gaze on Alana. She seemed stunned by his reply, but Alana wanted to know.“You didn't answer the question… I'm sure there has to be a reason for you, to break the rule you made,” Alana replied with a mischievous smirk and slowly held the edge of the bed hard enough to push herself up. Until she was on her feet. Ricardo stared at her for a while, then cleared his throat.“It's not a big deal…you are married to me…and if I decided to let everyone know…then why should I explain,” he whispered, leaning down to her, compared to him. Ricardo was a little taller, just seeing how he was towering over her. Alana bit her lower lip awkwardly and tried to move, but she had no way to
"It's just a three-month contract, you'll work for me for three months," Rocco said and placed a file on the desk and half sat near Alana. She adjusted her skirt and shifted a little away from him."What exactly will you achieve huh?" Alana asked, wanting to know what exactly was his problem. Rocco let out a chuckle as his lips quivered upwards."I want you Alana…just say yes to being my wife and I promise to give you everything you desire," he muttered softly looking straight into her eyes. Alana felt uncomfortable under his gaze, hence she averted her eyes from himAfter he forced her to have breakfast with him. He brought her to the headquarters and gave her a tour of the place."I'm a married woman, is it too hard to understand," she only said yes to him because she wanted to protect Ricardo and his company from getting ruined by Rocco. The man was so shameless as to openly say something so shameful. "What do you know about him?" Rocco asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously and
(Alana) Nothing scared me more than getting intimate with a man, when I was a teenager, I always stayed away from men. Especially those who showed interest in me. The reason my friends called me a coward was that I was a virgin even in college. After that time at the party with Ricardo, I knew my body and feelings were acting up. It was hard to ignore what my heart was feeling. I sat in front of the mirror, combing my hair, when in actual senses I was reminiscing the times Ricardo and I were making out in his office. What was that, how did we reach that stage? My heart was confused more than my brain was. What happened that evening was out of my hands, I kept asking myself if I was attracted to my husband. “How come?” I thought, only to realize I said the words out loud. Slamming the pink hairbrush on the table. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Creased my hair a little. “I'm beautiful, right?” I muttered while feeling my face, it was smooth. My fingers slid down my ch