Alana's legs seemed to have lost all ability to function. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest. Tears flooded her eyes, making it impossible for her to see.She pushed the door open as she dragged herself in, the two people talking stopped immediately as she walked in. Ricardo was shocked as he rose from his chair abruptly. Fear flashed in his eyes, seeing Alana stoop by the door.“Sweetheart, you…” Ricardo left his desk and rushed to Alana, she seemed lifeless and lifeless, wasn't blinking. Her face was flooded with tears.“It's not what…what you think.” Ricardo tried to justify himself, but unfortunately, Alana pushed him away out of the office, slammed the door shut and locked it completely, leaving Ricardo out. Alana headed straight to where Joslyn was standing awkwardly. She didn't look scared or shocked.“Alana, I know you…” Joslyn started once Alana came to stand in front of her; however, she got a shock of a lifetime.“Don't you dare!” Alana lashed out at Jo

(Alana)My days seemed longer than usual. It turned out Marcela had come to stay for good. She visited the company more frequently. I was worried she would find out what was happening between Ricardo and me. “Marcela, I'm not sure whether this is a good idea,” I said, trying to stop Marcela from making such a mistake of giving me a position. “I heard what you've been doing…you are Ricardo's wife…you deserve it,” Marcela said, glancing back at me. I didn't know what to say to get out of the situation. If only she knew what was happening. “Alana, I know what your mother and I did is unforgivable…but trust me, you are perfect for Ricardo,” Marcela said with a smile. I handed her the wine I was pouring for her and both of us sat down in the private lounge. Watching the backyard.“Do you regret getting married to him?” Marcela asked after a while of silence in the room. I didn't know what to say, but one thing was certain. I didn't regret it.“No,” I shook my head lightly, I saw Marcela

Alana stirred in her sleep. Her body felt stiff…she couldn't move. Even her eyes seemed heavy. She shifted a little trying to find a comfortable position "Ah, " she rubbed her eyes, finally getting a grip of herself. "Ricky, stop it," she muttered when she felt someone run their hand on her face. The hand felt manly and she knew who that person was."You know I hate…" Alana said, opening her eyes only to stop when she found the last person she expected to see staring at her."You were dreaming about him?" Rocco asked coldly but a shocked Alana only shrugged him away and sat up."W-what did you do…tell me!" She lashed out when she looked around and found herself in a strange room. Rocco ignored her anger and rose from the bed."A good morning greeting will be nice," Rocco scoffed and walked to the table. Ignoring the sharp pain in her head, Alana tried to stand but she fell back down. "You had too much to drink…probably a hangover taking effect," the man said nonchalantly and came ba

Ricardo arrived at the private farmhouse and, to his surprise, it was beautifully set up. He was aware of how capable Alana was, but saw the effort she put into it. He couldn't help but be amazed.“You look distracted…anything wrong?” Camilo said with narrowed eyes and handed Ricardo a glass of champagne. “Nothing,” Ricardo simply said and leaned against the counter. The entire hall was filled with different people, both from the media houses and some of his important acquaintances.“Where is Alana…she did a remarkable job as always,” Camilo remarked with a smile, unfortunately, there was no reply from Ricardo. He was worried about Alana, just then two men joined them, they were Ricardo's top clients. He knew how significant the event was, hence he sat with them. While Ricardo was talking to his friends, Marcela was entertaining her friends who didn't stop talking and complimenting the decorations. “Yes of course…my daughter-in-law did this.she's astonishing,” Marcela said with chu

Early the next morning, Alana woke up earlier than usual. After a scandalous night of trying to keep the secrets happening in her marriage from Marcela. She knew things were turning for the worse. Ricardo had a reputation to keep. If scandals broke out then he was likely to lose a lot."Madam, I didn't check the dress when loading it in the car…" Mrs Marks said when Alana asked her about the dress. It was difficult to know exactly how her dress became like that all of a sudden."Are you sure…I mean you didn't see anyone?" She failed to understand how something so mysterious happened. She thought Santiago must have played with the box and used paper scissors to ruin the dress… unfortunately he was too young to do such a thing."When it was delivered from the office…we didn't open it," Mrs Marks said, sounding agitated. Alana didn't want to sound like she was accusing her servants but she wanted answers."It's okay…I was just curious "Alana said warmly and patted Mrs Marks on the shou