Vanessa "What's wrong, Mama?" Diego inquires, his eyes searching mine, a mix of concern and curiosity evident in his voice. But his gaze is still guarded, his walls still firmly in place. I chew on my lip. "Nothing. This...Everything is just really overwhelming," I mutter, avoiding his intense stare. The weight of unspoken truths hangs in the air, but I'm not ready to confront them just yet. He hums thoughtfully. "We can stay in here for a while. They'll think we couldn't wait to consummate the marriage." I grimace in disgust. "In the church? Really?" Why am I surprised? I just get my ass spanked and sucked his dick a few rooms down from here. "You're my wife now. I can fuck you whenever and wherever." He brushes a thumb across my lips. "Although, you don't have to worry about that happening here. We'll save that for tonight." Fear flashes across my face. "I thought you said—" He chuckles, an arrogant smile curling his lips. "Yes, Vanessa. I plan to have you begging fo
Vanessa "Where are we going?" I ask for the millionth time since I was ushered onto this deathtrap. I've never been in the air before, but this aircraft is fun sized compared to the ones I've seen on tv. It's really luxurious, though. The cabin is surprisingly spacious despite the small exterior, and the soft, warm lighting creates an ambiance that's both intimate and welcoming. The seats are a plush embrace of leather, each stitch a testament to careful craftsmanship. The color scheme, a blend of cream, brown, and grey, exudes a sense of elegance. There is a huge, flat screen monitor in the center that I could use to distract myself from the possibility of us falling from the sky and crashing into the ocean below, but Diego doesn't seem to have a problem with me downing this bottle of wine, so I'll stick with that. With the bottle now halfway empty, I'm feeling somewhat relaxed. Before we left, he had me sign the marriage certificate and another contract pretty much stating I was
Diego "Diego, why are you calling me again? Shouldn't you be enjoying your honeymoon?" Leo asked, irritation evident in his tone. "Did the shipment arrive?" I ask, dismissing him. He repeats that question every time I call, but the knot in my stomach only loosens when I confirm that everything is running as it's supposed to. "Yes, it appears that Viktor has backed down. Although, I did punish Ernesto for last time. Viktor should have never been able to get his hands on it in the first place." "Perfecto (perfect)." Leo adds, "We've been closely watching Viktor's actions since the wedding, and up to now, there haven't been any signs of suspicious movements." I anticipated this, but now I can't find any peace, tormented by the thought that he's out there scheming for revenge instead of facing the consequences in hell where he belongs. It might sound absurd, but despite the extensive security I have placed all over the island, the fear persists that one day I'll wake up, and
Diego Next week, I intend to summon her sister here. And if my busy ass sister is available, I'll invite her as well. I want to ensure that Vanessa doesn't feel lonely. I never want her to endure that again in this life. She's no longer anyone's prisoner. I made it clear when I handed her a brand-new phone and laptop. I've entrusted her to be a good girl, aware that privileges can be taken away. She's grown accustomed to my methods of discipline by now. Our eyes lock in an intimate connection as I trail kisses down her stomach. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Reyes. You're right, and I want to make it up to you." I sense her body shudder. "How are you going to do that?" she asks in a whisper. "Like this." I spread her legs, planting her feet on the desk as I eye her bare, shaved pussy. Dipping my finger between her second pair of lips, I find that she's already fucking soaked for me. Such a good girl. I've never enjoyed giving oral sex to women before. One has never been worthy of my mo
Vanessa I pull on a vibrant yellow sundress, a deliberate choice to provide some relief from the heat of the tropical weather. As I sit on the bed, I feel a buzz of anticipation coursing through me for the upcoming dinner date. Diego has been so busy working, I was starting to believe that he wouldn't honor our deal, but we're finally having dinner together, and hopefully I'll get some answers. My gaze drifts towards the dresser, where Mom's urn rests. Diego's decision to have his men pack it caught me off guard, but he said that it was to prioritize my comfort. The unexpected trust he displays by providing me with a phone and laptop, granting access to the outside, leaves me feeling grateful. Despite the unfavorable circumstances, I appreciate these gestures from him. I decide to call Alicia and check on her. She was also given more freedom, of course with supervision. The men pretty much take her where she wants to go and cater to her every need. It's a huge difference from th
VanessaThe rhythmic pounding in my chest competes with the soft shuffle of sand under my feet as I trail behind Danny to the ocean. The night air is warm, and the only sound is the calming rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. Wasn't this what I wanted? A chance to build a connection with him? Despite the monster I know he is, he's still my husband. We'll have to find a way to coexist, at least for now. Maybe I'll consider Alicia's plan to escape when I return. By then, I could completely earn Diego's trust, and he wouldn't suspect a thing until we're already out of the country. It's a last resort, though. I shudder at the thought of spending the rest of my life on the run, especially knowing he'd undoubtedly come looking for me. My heart flutters when I see that Diego has laid out a blanket on the sand with two plates of food and glasses of champagne. The soft glow of battery-operated candles casts a warm ambiance around us, accentuating the large, beautiful moon that
VanessaDiego's choice to not be a monster was taken away before he was even born. "At twenty-five, the man I knew was gone, and I assumed his role as the head of the family. Before his body even grew cold, Celeste ordered Nathan to kill me. He managed to get me alone, claiming to need my help. Then, he shot me right there." He opens his shirt a bit more to reveal the tattoo. "He had a shit aim," he chuckles, bitterness seeping into the laughter. "Completely missed my heart, but left scars that run deeper than any bullet could." Anger and sadness surge through me. How could Celeste order the execution of a man she raised, even if he wasn't biologically hers? It's a sickening realization about the depth of her cruelty that she did so well to hide when we met at the wedding. I also begin to wonder how many times he has been shot. I suddenly notice that beneath his intricate tattoos are scars from what I assume are gunshot and stab wounds. "Why get his name tattooed on your body
Vanessa I wake up to find Diego seated on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a navy dress shirt and black slacks. His gaze is fixed on my mother's urn, stroking his chin in deep thought. After our interrupted date two nights ago, he hurried me into the house and left me with Danny while he had to handle "business". I suspect it involved violence, given the urgency, but naturally, I didn't ask. I'm just relieved that he's returned unharmed. "Good morning, husband," I say, a bit too cheerfully. I refuse to acknowledge just how much I missed him during his absence. His gaze flickers to me, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips. "Buenos días (good morning), Mama." I brush off the warmth in my chest. "You didn't get shot again, did you?" I inquire, scanning his body for any signs of harm. He chuckles softly, a cautious gleam in his eyes. "Nah, it wasn't like that. It was more of a...bureaucratic affair. My tech guy found some information I've been after, and I needed t