Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 99

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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸

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SOME DAYS LATER: RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE**

Alejandro sat at his desk, engrossed in his work, ignoring the persistent knocking on his office door. Finally, Diego stepped in.

“Good afternoon, boss. I hope you had a good night,” Diego greeted, holding an envelope in his hand. “I won’t take up much of your time. I just came to drop this.”

Diego placed the letter on Alejandro’s desk.

“I promised that once I helped take Rafael down, I’d leave right away. Now that I’m finally reunited with my family, I—”

“Look at these three dining options and tell me which one looks best,” Alejandro interrupted, turning his laptop toward Diego.

Diego blinked in confusion. Was Alejandro not even listening to him? He leaned closer to inspect the screen.

“They all look great, but this one in the middle stands out,” Diego replied, pointing.

“Good. I want you to book it for tonight,” Alejandro ordered, his tone dismissive.

“But, sir—” Diego started to protest, but Alejandro cut him off with a stern look.

“Yes, boss. I’ll handle it,” Diego said, suppressing a sigh as he turned to leave.

“One more thing,” Alejandro called after him, handing back the letter Diego had placed on the desk. “Trash it.”

Diego smiled. “Yes, boss,” he replied before walking out.

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EVENING: NIGHTFALL RESTAURANT**

A sleek car pulled up at the restaurant’s driveway, and Alejandro stepped out, making his way to the passenger side. He opened the door to help Camila out. She wore a stunning red silk split dress, complemented by a black blindfold.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement and curiosity.

“You’ll see,” Alejandro replied, leading her carefully inside.

When they stopped, he removed the blindfold. Camila gasped, her eyes widening in awe. The restaurant had been transformed into a romantic paradise, adorned with flowers, candles, soft lights, and balloons.

“Wow, Alejandro… This is beautiful,” she said, her voice full of wonder.

“Come,” he said, guiding her to a seat.

With a clap of his hands, waiters appeared, carrying an array of dishes.

“These are all pregnancy cravings. You and the baby will love them,” Alejandro said with a smile.

“Good, because I’m starving!” Camila laughed, eagerly digging into the meal. The flavors were exquisite, and for the first time in weeks, she felt at ease.

Suddenly, Alejandro stood up, his movements drawing her attention. He approached her, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket before kneeling.

Camila’s hands flew to her mouth in shock.

“No…” she whispered, tears already welling up.

“Camila,” Alejandro began, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t need to think twice to know that I’m madly in love with you. I can’t imagine my life with anyone else. When we divorced, it felt like my world had ended. I love you, Camila. I’m completely, irrevocably in love with you.”

Tears streamed down Camila’s face as she nodded.

“Our first wedding was a loveless arrangement, bound by a contract. But this—this is real. So, I’m asking you, Camila, will you marry me again?”

“Yes! A million times, yes!” she cried, holding out her hand.

Alejandro slid the ring onto her finger before pulling her into a tight embrace. His lips captured hers in a tender kiss, which quickly deepened, growing more passionate. Alejandro’s hands moved to lift her onto the table when the sound of clapping broke the moment.

Startled, they pulled apart to see their family and friends who had been hiding at a corner, smiling at them.

“I’m so happy for you, baby girl,” Sofia said, hugging Camila tightly.

“Congratulations, bestie!” Lucia added, beaming.

“Alejandro,” Carlos began sternly. “You’re marrying my daughter for the second time. You’d better treat her right!”

“I swear on my life, sir,” Alejandro replied, his gaze shifting to Camila, who was happily showing her ring to Isabella. “I’ll protect her and our baby with everything I have.”

A sudden scream interrupted the celebration. Everyone turned to see George on one knee, holding out a ring to Lucia.

“Lucia,” George began, his voice trembling. “I’ve always regretted not giving you the wedding you deserved. We got married at the airport, and it wasn’t what you dreamed of. So now, I want to make it right.”

Lucia didn’t let him finish. “Yes! I’ll marry you again!” she exclaimed, thrusting her hand toward him.

George grinned as he slipped the ring onto her finger. He pulled her into a kiss, and the room erupted into cheers.

“Wait a minute,” Isabella said, her voice cutting through the noise. “Does this mean you’ll both have your weddings together?”

“A double wedding?” Lucia asked, her eyes sparkling.

Camila turned to Alejandro with a hopeful look, but he shook his head.

“It’s decided!” Lucia and Camila announced in unison. “We’re having a double wedding!”

The room filled with laughter and applause.

Alejandro and George stepped aside, watching the women celebrate.

“What has your woman done to mine?” George asked with mock frustration.

Alejandro chuckled. “Don’t blame Camila. Lucia has always been… spirited.”

“Maybe we should both blame Isabella, she initiated the double wedding” George suggested, nodding toward her as she laughed with the brides-to-be.

“Agreed,” Alejandro said with a smirk.

“Double weddings might not be so bad,” George remarked.

Alejandro shrugged. “I guess.”

“Stop whispering and get over here! We’re taking a group picture!” Juliana called out.

The men joined their families, standing proudly beside their soon-to-be wives. The camera clicked, capturing a moment filled with love, laughter, and the promise of new beginnings.

💍THE END…!!!💍

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Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 98

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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸

Alejandro paced back and forth in the hospital hallway, his anxiety growing with each passing second as he waited for the doctor to emerge from Camila’s ward.

“You should sit, Alejandro. She’s going to be fine,” Sofia said softly, her voice filled with reassurance.

He glanced at her but didn’t reply. Just then, the door creaked open, and the doctor stepped out. Alejandro’s face lit up with a mix of worry and hope.

“Mr. Alejandro Ruiz,” the doctor called.

“What’s wrong with Camila, Doctor?” Alejandro asked, his voice laced with panic.

“She’s going to be a mother, and you’re going to be a father. She’s four and a half weeks pregnant,” the doctor announced with a warm smile.

Alejandro froze.

“What? Can we see her?” Isabella asked eagerly.

“She’s sleeping right now, but you can visit her once she wakes up,” the doctor replied before walking away.

Isabella and Sofia hugged each other joyfully, their faces glowing with happiness. They turned to Alejandro, who still looked stunned.

“Come on, brother-in-law! Snap out of it! You’re going to be a father!” Isabella teased, nudging him playfully.

“Leave him be,” Sofia interjected, rolling her eyes. “That was exactly your father’s reaction when he found out I was pregnant. He’ll come around.”

Moments later, Camila woke up to find her room filled with family and friends.

“We’re so glad everything is over now. How are you feeling?” Lucia asked tenderly, brushing her hand over Camila’s cheek.

Camila blinked, her gaze fixed on Lucia as if trying to piece something together.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lucia chuckled.

“You look… different,” Camila murmured, her voice weak but curious.

“Different? How?” Lucia asked, narrowing her eyes.

“You’re glowing… and you look fuller. It’s beautiful, but…” Camila trailed off as her eyes fell on Lucia’s hand, which rested protectively on her stomach. Her eyes widened.

“You’re…”

“No, we are,” Lucia corrected with a grin.

Camila gasped. “I am?”

“Yes, you’re a month and two weeks pregnant. And so am I,” Lucia revealed, laughing.

“Lucia! You weren’t supposed to tell her yet!” Isabella scolded, walking over.

“Why not?” Lucia asked, looking confused.

“Alejandro has been rehearsing how he’d break the news to her. He’s been talking to himself for the past thirty minutes, and I think he’s planning to kill you,” Isabella joked.

Lucia gasped, covering her mouth. She turned to Camila, who gave her a helpless smile.

“At least act surprised, okay?” Lucia pleaded.

Camila nodded. “Thanks. I love you,” Lucia whispered, blowing Camila a kiss before she left the room.

Minutes later, Alejandro entered the ward, and everyone else left to give them privacy. He stood by Camila’s bed, hands in his pockets, his expression soft and tender.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m okay,” Camila replied with a gentle smile.

He sat beside her, taking her hand in his. “I’m glad it’s all over now, and I swear, I’ll never let anything like this happen again,” he said with conviction.

“I promise to take care of you and our baby,” he continued, brushing her knuckles with his lips.

“Thank you, Alejandro,” Camila murmured, tears threatening to spill.

Alejandro sighed, his gaze dropping. “I’m still angry at myself. You were carrying my child, and I wasn’t there. You went through so much because of me.”

“It’s okay. It’s over now,” Camila reassured him.

“I know, but I still want to track that bastard down and break every bone in his body. His punishment was too easy. He kidnapped my woman!” Alejandro’s voice rose in anger before he suddenly sighed, looking defeated.

“If I hadn’t pushed you away, none of this would’ve happened,” he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt.

Camila leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. “It’s okay, Alejandro. Don’t beat yourself up. It’s in the past now,” she said softly.

“I love you,” he whispered into her ear. “I love both of you,” he added, placing a hand on her stomach.

Camila chuckled through her tears, her heart swelling with love.

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WILLIAMS RESIDENCE**

“Oh my God, I can’t believe this,” Perri exclaimed as the guards escorted her and Theresa into the estate. “Are you telling me George belongs here, and he ran away?”

“Perri, calm down,” Theresa chided, nudging her gently. “Stop acting so desperate!”

“Mom, please! Don’t pretend like this isn’t a big deal. Just look at this place!” Perri gasped, her eyes wide as she took in the grandeur around her.

“Good evening, Mrs. Theresa and Miss Perri,” a well-dressed woman greeted them. “I’m Pani Karolina. We’re delighted to have you here. George won’t be around tonight, but please, make yourselves comfortable.”

“Thank you,” Theresa replied graciously.

“Are you hungry, or would you like to see your rooms first?” Pani Karolina asked politely.

“I want to see my room first!” Perri blurted out, unable to contain her excitement.

“Come with me,” Pani said, signaling for the maids to escort them.

When Perri stepped into her room, her jaw dropped. The space was enormous, elegantly decorated with luxurious furnishings.

“Are you sure this is just mine?” she asked, still in disbelief.

“Yes, Miss,” one of the maids confirmed with a nod.

“Oh my God,” Perri whispered, covering her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

A knock on the door interrupted her awe, and a butler entered.

“Miss Perri, this is for you. George asked me to deliver it,” he said, handing her an envelope.

“What’s inside?” Perri asked, tearing it open. The moment she saw the contents, she screamed.

“I’m going to school! I’m going to university!” she shouted, jumping up and down in excitement.

“Yes, Miss. Congratulations!” the butler replied with a warm smile.

“Mom!” Perri shrieked, running out of her room. “Mom, I’m going to school!”

TO Be Continued

Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 97

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SOME DAYS LATER

The alarm blared endlessly, and to Camila, it sounded like wedding bells. But instead of excitement, it brought a heavy sense of dread—a nightmare she wished she could wake up from.

“Miss, it’s time,” the maid said softly, gently tapping her shoulder.

Camila groggily opened her eyes. A wedding gown stood prominently on a mannequin, and hairstylists and makeup artists were already bustling in the room, preparing for the day.

“Congratulations, ma’am, you’re getting married today,” they greeted her in unison. She forced a smile in response, though her heart weighed heavily.

Dragging herself to the shower, Camila let the water cascade over her. She tried to gather her thoughts but couldn’t stop the questions swirling in her mind. How did it come to this? How did everything go so wrong?

Realizing she had been in the bathroom longer than expected, she quickly turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a robe. As she stepped out, the room was empty—the dressers had gone. Instead, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of a familiar figure sitting casually on her bed.

“Alejandro,” she murmured, confused, her eyes darting around the room. “What are you doing here? And where is everyone?”

“I sent them away,” Alejandro replied with a nonchalant shrug.

“Why?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Because I wanted to see you,” he answered, standing and walking toward her.

“Alejandro, you shouldn’t be here!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of panic and warning.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m about to get married, and your presence will ruin everything!”

“Bullshit,” Alejandro growled, his tone sharp as he closed the gap between them. Grabbing her arm gently but firmly, he added, “I won’t stand by and watch you marry that bastard!”

“You can’t stop this!” Camila snapped, pulling away. “You lost your chance a long time ago!”

“I didn’t lose anything!” he retorted, his voice rising in frustration.

“You never cared for me, Alejandro,” she accused, her voice trembling. “All this time, I thought we were close, but you still held grudges. Why can’t you just be happy for me—happy to see me with your enemy?”

“That’s not true,” he said, shaking his head vehemently.

“Then what is true, Alejandro?” she demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

“The truth is… I love you, Camila,” he admitted, his voice softening. “I always have. But I couldn’t accept it because it felt like I was betraying my family.”

Camila froze, her breath hitching as Alejandro continued.

“I blamed myself for their deaths—thinking if I’d been there, things would’ve been different. And when I couldn’t handle the guilt, I blamed you. It was easier to hate you than to face the pain. But the truth is, it’s no one’s fault. I love you, Camila,” he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at him, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I’ve always loved you,” he repeated. “I just couldn’t say it out loud. But now, I don’t care about the company or anything else. Screw it all—just come back to me, please.”

Camila turned away, tears streaming down her cheeks. “It’s too late, Alejandro,” she whispered. “I’m getting married. Please leave.”

But Alejandro didn’t leave. Instead, he stepped closer, cupped her face, and kissed her. It was a desperate, passionate kiss—a plea that she couldn’t ignore. She tried to push him away, but her resistance melted into the tenderness of the moment. When she finally pulled back, she saw something she never thought possible—Alejandro’s tears.

“Please don’t marry him,” he begged, his voice breaking. “Just wait for me. I promise everything will be okay.”

He stepped back, ready to leave through the window.

“Alejandro,” she called, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to face her, and she struggled to find the words.

“I… I love you,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alejandro’s lips curved into a soft smile before he disappeared into the night.

Camila wiped her tears, her gaze falling on the wedding dress before her.

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WEDDING VENUE**

The venue was breathtakingly beautiful, adorned with flowers and delicate lights. Soft music filled the air as guests, including Camila’s family, sat waiting.

At the altar, Rafael stood with Julian, dressed impeccably in his wedding suit. He waited patiently, his expression calm and composed.

Moments later, the gates opened, and a woman in a flowing wedding gown entered. She walked gracefully down the aisle toward Rafael, who turned to face her with a smile.

The priest stepped forward. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God and these witnesses to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”

Rafael listened intently as the priest continued with the prayers and vows.

“Let us pray. Dear Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask for your blessing upon this union. May their love for each other continue to grow and flourish, and may they always remember the vows they make to each other today.” The priest said a prayer before moving on to the vows and exchange.

“Now, Rafael, you have come to this moment to pledge your love and commitment to each other. Will you please repeat after me” The priest said and Rafael repeated.

” I, Rafael take you, Camila to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.”

The priest urge Camila to repeat the same and she did.

“By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Rafael lifted the veil, but his smile vanished at the sight of the unfamiliar face.

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice laced with anger. “Where is Camila?”

Suddenly, the doors burst open, and armed police officers stormed in.

“Rafael Marcus, you are under arrest for the trafficking of illegal substances, theft, and conspiracy. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” an officer announced.

Rafael raised his hands, his face a mixture of shock and fury.

Outside, Alejandro stood beside Camila, who smiled triumphantly as Rafael was escorted out.

“You bitch after everything I did for you” Rafael mumbled between gritted teeth to Camila.

“You really think I’ll get married to a man who kidnapped my family? You must be dreaming Rafael!” Camila huffed.

“You think you’ve won?” Rafael sneered at Alejandro.

“It was never a competition,” Alejandro replied calmly.

Rafael smirked. “Too bad your company is about to blow up in seconds.”

Alejandro held up a disconnected bomb. “Looking for this?” he asked smugly.

Rafael’s face contorted in rage as he was dragged away.

Camila turned to Alejandro, tears of relief streaming down her face. “We’re free now,” she said, but the moment was short-lived. She suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed into Alejandro’s arms.

“Camila!” he shouted, panic in his voice.

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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸

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MARCUS MANSION**

Rafael sat down in front of Camila, who was staring at the untouched food on the dining table.

“The maids told me you won’t eat. Are you trying to kill yourself before the wedding?” he asked, his tone laced with impatience.

“I’m just trying to stay in shape so I can fit into my wedding gown,” Camila replied nonchalantly, then turned to face him. “What kind of wedding are we planning?” she asked.

“I was thinking of a simple wedding, just a few people,” Rafael responded, caressing her cheek.

Camila smirked. “I was hoping you’d say a grand wedding and invite everyone. I never got the chance to have one of those,” she mumbled, her voice filled with unspoken longing.

Rafael opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. “I thought you promised to give me whatever I want. If a lavish wedding is too much to ask, then I’m sorry I even brought it up!” Camila stood up, her anger flaring, and stormed off to her room. She locked herself inside and rushed to the bathroom, barely managing to hold back the sickness she had been fighting.

Afterward, she washed her face, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

“Camila, do you know what you’re doing?” she whispered to herself.

There was a knock at the door, and she quickly wiped her face before heading to answer it. It was Rafael.

“Whatever you want, my love, we will have a grand wedding ceremony,” Rafael said, his tone softening. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you,” Camila replied, stepping forward to hug him. She pressed a light kiss to his cheek. Rafael tried to pull her into a deeper kiss, but she pulled away, clutching her stomach in pain.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, worry clouding his expression. “Should I call a doctor?”

“No, I’m on my period, and it gets really painful. I just need to lie down,” Camila replied, slowly making her way to the bed. She lay down, turning to face the other side.

Rafael came to check on her, but his phone rang just then.

“I’ll check on you later,” he said softly, before leaving the room to answer the call.

Camila sighed, closing her eyes as she tried to settle in.

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WILLIAMS’ RESIDENCE***

“Careful,” George said as he guided Lucia down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, he collided with a panicked-looking Pani Karolina.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, concerned.

“It’s your father, George. He wants to see you urgently,” Karolina replied, her voice tight with worry.

George nodded, quickly pecking Lucia on the cheek before heading toward his father’s room. The urgency in Karolina’s voice told him that it was time.

“George,” Mr. Williams called weakly when George entered.

“It’s okay, Dad,” George said, taking his father’s hand and holding it gently.

“Thank you for coming back… and for not giving up on yourself,” Mr. Williams whispered, coughing weakly. “I don’t have the right to tell you who you should be or not be.”

“Dad, it’s okay,” George said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’d really like to meet your second family… and thank them,” Mr. Williams continued before coughing again, his breath shallow. “And Lucia… she’s a keeper. Be sure to treat her well,” he added, his voice trailing off as his hands went numb.

George wiped the tears from his eyes, his heart aching. The door opened, and Juliana rushed in, bursting into tears as she saw her husband. Lucia stood by the door, her eyes filled with sorrow as she watched them.

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SOME DAYS LATER; RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE**

“Thank you, Mr. Williams. You won’t regret working with me,” Alejandro said, extending his hand for a handshake.

“I bet so,” George replied, offering a brief smile before his guards escorted him out of the company. Unlike before, the office wasn’t as empty. Alejandro and George had partnered up, and Alejandro had gained some valuable clients through the deal.

Someone knocked at his office door.

“Come in,” Alejandro called. A lady dressed professionally entered. She was Abigail, his new secretary.

“Mr. Ruiz, this arrived for you,” she said respectfully, placing an envelope on his desk before leaving.

Alejandro opened it. Inside was a wedding invitation from Rafael. The atmosphere around him seemed to shift, growing heavier.

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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸

FEW DAYS LATER**

A few days had passed, and a lot had happened. Alejandro left Camila with Rafael and returned to his company. The place was desolate; nearly everyone had resigned, and he had lost most of his contracts but couldn’t do anything about it.

It was the usual, uneventful day. Alejandro stood in front of his window, staring into nothingness. The company was empty. He had no idea where to start or how to convince anyone to return, but that wasn’t what was truly bothering him.

He still couldn’t believe he wasn’t with Camila. He had signed the divorce papers and left her with Rafael. Even now, he still questioned whether he had made the right decision. He wasn’t a fool; he knew why she said what she did. Rafael probably had her family under his control in some way, and Alejandro wouldn’t be selfish enough to let him hurt them.

“Boss,” a familiar voice called. Alejandro didn’t bother turning to look at the person.

“You should be lucky I haven’t had you arrested yet you still have the nerve to show up here,” Alejandro said calmly.

Diego looked down at his feet, feeling regretful.

“I can’t forgive myself for what I did. The truth is, I was afraid to leave Rafael’s regime because I thought he might hurt my family. I followed his orders and did everything he asked of me. Now I realize I’ll never be free of him,” Diego said, shaking his head.

Alejandro turned to face him. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked.

“I don’t like Rafael either, and if we don’t stop him, I don’t know what will happen in the future,” Diego said. “He still thinks I work for him, and he plans to plant a bomb in your company after marrying Miss Camila.”

Hearing that, Alejandro’s heart sank.

“Boss, he has Miss Camila’s family with him right now, and she’ll be forced to follow his orders. Miss Camila is an angel. You can’t let her stay with him, boss,” Diego urged.

“Please let me participate in taking him down then I would leave. I want to save my family too boss” Diego pleaded.

“You’re right,” Alejandro nodded. “I can’t let Camila be with that monster. We need to stop him somehow.”

“I have an idea, boss, but it’s risky,” Diego mumbled, and Alejandro simply stared at him.

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A FEW DAYS AGO, WILLIAMS’ RESIDENCE**

The limo that carried George and Lucia from the airport in Germany came to a halt at the entrance of his family estate. The chauffeur was quick to open the door for them, not letting them do it themselves.

George stepped out and helped Lucia down. As they made their way inside, several bodyguards and maids greeted him respectfully.

“Welcome back, Mr. William!”

Lucia looked around, amazed at the size of the mansion, which was twice the size of her own home. There was even a statue of George and his father on one side of the company.

“George, what’s going on?” Lucia asked, feeling confused.

“I’ll explain everything to you, but let’s see my father first,” George replied as they headed in. The maids helped them open the door, and Lucia was stunned by the sight before her.

The living room was expansive, surrounded by fine ceramics and paintings.

“Mr. George, good to see you again,” an older woman said with a polished accent, eyeing Lucia curiously.

George squeezed Lucia’s hand. “This is my wife,” he said, and Lucia’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Oh, dear, forgive my manners. I’m Pani Karolina, the household manager,” the woman introduced herself. Lucia was still a bit confused.

“Pani can also be referred to as Mrs.,” Karolina added, and Lucia nodded.

“Okay, your father is this way,” Karolina said, leading them up the stairs toward George’s father’s room. Upon arrival, she gave a respectful nod and stepped back.

George sighed and tried to open the door. He turned to see that Lucia wasn’t following him and gave her a questioning look.

“Are you sure you want me here?” Lucia asked. George nodded, and she followed him inside.

On the bed, a sick man lay with a woman gently placing a wet rag on his face. When the woman heard the door open, she turned toward them, her face lighting up.

“George, darling!” she cried, rushing toward him to hug him. Lucia stepped aside, staring at the woman. She could see the striking resemblance and realized it was George’s mother.

“George,” came a weak voice, and George pulled away from his mother to approach his father, who looked frail and pale. George’s eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have left.”

“I didn’t call you here to apologize,” Mr. William said, coughing weakly. “I want to apologize to you. I made things hard for you and forced you to do things you didn’t want to do.”

“It’s okay, Dad. I’m doing better now,” George replied softly, signaling Lucia to come forward.

“I want you to meet someone,” George said, pulling Lucia closer. “This is Lucia Landon, my wife, and we’re expecting our first baby together.”

Juliana gasped. “When did all of this happen?” she asked.

“I should’ve told you sooner, but I made a vow never to come back until I achieved what I wanted,” George said.

Mr. William reached for Lucia’s hand, and she grasped it. “Welcome to the Williams family, my dear,” he said.

“Thank you… Dad,” Lucia smiled warmly.

“So, how did you survive alone? Where have you been? It took us so long to find you,” Juliana asked.

“I wasn’t alone. I had amazing people who took me in as family,” George answered with a smile.

PRESENT DAY**

Lucia’s phone rang, and it was Theresa calling. She glanced at George, who was still chatting with his mother, before picking up the call.

“Mom?” Lucia answered.

“Lucia, your mother is here,” Theresa informed her.

“Is that Lucia? I want to speak to her!” Lucia could hear her mother’s voice in the background. Theresa handed the phone to Mrs. Landon.

“Lucia, baby, where are you?” Mrs. Landon asked, worried.

“I’m not in the country right now, Mom,” Lucia replied.

“What? Where are you?” Mrs. Landon gasped.

“I’m in Germany. And before you ask, I’ll explain everything later because it’s a long story,” Lucia said quickly.

“Lucia!” Mrs. Landon scolded. “You shouldn’t be traveling when you’re expecting a baby. Your father told me you’re pregnant. How did you get to Germany?”

“Yes, I’m pregnant, and I came here to see George’s family. It’s a long story, Mom. Please, let me explain later,” Lucia replied, cutting the call despite her mother’s protests.

She met George, who was chatting with his mother.

“Lucia, my dear, you’ve been standing for a while. Would you like to sit?” Juliana asked with her attractive Polish accent.

“I’m good,” Lucia replied.

“No, dear, please sit,” Juliana insisted, guiding Lucia to a chair. “Pani Karolina, please bring Lucia some tea,” she instructed, and Karolina appeared moments later with a steaming cup of tea.

“Hang in there, Mrs. Lucia Williams. The food will be ready in a moment,” Karolina said kindly.

“Thank you,” Lucia smiled and turned to face George.

“Darling, can I talk to you for a second?” she asked.

“Sure, I’ll excuse you both,” Juliana said, stepping away.

George sat beside Lucia. “Honey, what’s the matter?” he asked.

“My friend Camila isn’t doing well. Her family is being held captive by Rafael Marcus, and she’s going to be forced to marry him soon,” Lucia said, looking worried.

“Camila? As in Alejandro’s wife?” George asked, confused. Lucia nodded, confirming. “I didn’t know they were having issues.”

“It’s a long story, but we really have to help them. Alejandro is on the brink of bankruptcy,” Lucia explained.

“A lot is happening,” George sighed. “I’ll see what I can do, but I want to bring my family over. Would it be okay if I invited your parents? I think your father might like me now?” George asked, and Lucia couldn’t help but chuckle.

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“Is she really worth it, Alejandro? Everything you’ve worked so hard for—your company—does it mean more to you than her?”

Alejandro glanced at Camila, then at the documents, torn between two impossible choices.

“You’re wrong, Rafael! I didn’t just think about it—I worked hard for that company. I deserve everything. Every damn thing!” Alejandro yelled, his eyes reddening with rage.

“No, you didn’t, you bastard! Everything belongs to me! Grandpa was supposed to give it all to me, but I don’t know why you came along and ruined everything!” Rafael shouted, then turned to Camila.

“He didn’t tell you much, did he? He never told you how he barged into my life, stole the affection of my family, and convinced them to change the will,” Rafael said angrily.

“I didn’t have anyone change anything!” Alejandro shot back. “Everything happened because apparently, everyone was okay with it. I did more good for your family than you’ll ever admit.”

Even though Camila was gagged, her confused and curious expression spoke volumes about her thoughts on their argument.

Alejandro turned to her, his tone softening. “There’s no need to hide this from you anymore, and I’m telling you because I’m letting it all go. You think I disliked you because you broke my heart as a kid, but that’s far from the truth. I was deeply mad at myself because while chasing you, I wasn’t there to protect my family, and they died. I was so angry with myself that I couldn’t contain it, so I shifted the blame onto you.”

“I thought blaming someone else would make me feel better. Along the way, after countless job hunts, I found a family who accepted me—my current family.”

“Tell her how you stole my family from me!” Rafael interjected furiously.

“I didn’t steal anyone, Rafael! You never wanted me as a brother, and I don’t need you as one either!” Alejandro snapped. “Grandpa liked me and saw potential in me. That’s why he let me inherit Ruiz Royal Estate.”

“Which was originally meant to be Marcus Royal Estate, but you stole it and changed the name!” Rafael spat.

“I didn’t steal anything. Everything I have, I earned!” Alejandro retorted heatedly.

“It doesn’t matter, Alejandro. You’re going to have to pick one—your wife or your company!” Rafael declared as he approached Camila. He ungagged her.

“I hope you pick your company because there’s no use in taking me back. Your company is already going bankrupt. You’ll lose it either way, and I can’t be with a man who can’t provide for me or my family,” Camila said coldly.

Alejandro stared at her, disbelief clouding his features.

“You don’t mean that, Camila,” he said quietly.

“Wake up, Alejandro. I only married you because of my family—that’s always been my priority. If you can’t provide for them anymore, then there’s no point in being with you. Save your cheap company and sign the divorce papers,” Camila responded icily.

Alejandro shook his head, his heart breaking.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

THERESA’S PLACE***

Lucia sat on the couch, feeling bored as she waited for George to come home. He had just opened the restaurant today and insisted she stay back to avoid overexerting herself.

The doorbell rang, and Lucia sprang from her seat, thinking it was George. But when she opened the door, she found a man dressed as a wealthy butler. She assumed her father had sent him, but she didn’t recognize him.

“Is George Williams here?” the man asked in a polished accent.

“Why are you looking for George?” Lucia asked suspiciously.

“It’s urgent. His father is dying, and his presence is required at home,” the butler replied.

Theresa stepped in, her face lined with confusion.

“Who are you?” she asked, bewildered.

Moments later, George returned.

“Baby, I’m back—” he began excitedly but froze when he saw the butler standing beside Lucia, Theresa, and Perri.

“Young Master, long time no see,” the butler greeted with a respectful bow. George blinked, caught off guard.

“Your presence is needed at home, young master. Your father is dying and wishes to see you one last time,” the butler said solemnly.

“What’s going on, George?” Lucia asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

BACK TO RAFAEL’S SCENE***

“Time is running out, and I’m losing patience. You don’t want to know what I’ll do if I’m delayed. Sign one of the papers!” Rafael barked angrily.

Camila’s heart broke at seeing Alejandro in such a helpless position, but there was nothing she could do. She silently hoped he would sign the divorce papers.

Alejandro picked up the pen, his gaze lingering on the ownership of Ruiz Royal Estate and the divorce papers one last time before signing them. Tears threatened to spill from Camila’s eyes, but she held them back.

“I hope you can finally leave me alone now that you’ve gotten what you wanted,” Alejandro said, handing the file back to Rafael.

“For the first time ever, I’m proud of you, Alejandro. You made the right choice,” Rafael said with a smug smile as Alejandro clenched his fists tightly.

“Don’t worry, brother. Camila is in safe hands. We’ll get married soon, and I’ll personally send you an invitation to the wedding,” Rafael taunted before turning to Camila.

“You see the difference between me and Alejandro? I would give up everything to keep you, but he wouldn’t. He values his company more than he’ll ever value you,” Rafael whispered to her before pulling her into a kiss.

Alejandro watched, his fists clenched so tightly that blood began to drip from his knuckles.

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Camila felt her head pounding as she struggled to open her eyes. She realized she couldn’t move her hands or legs and felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort. Her eyes finally fluttered open, and her heart nearly stopped.

She was tied to a chair, positioned dangerously close to the edge of a steep cliff. Before her, several men knelt on the ground, their faces familiar from earlier.

“Baby, you’re awake,” Rafael said, stepping closer to her. He gently touched her face, his fingers brushing the bruise beneath her eye.

“Does it hurt?” he asked softly.

Camila remained silent, too terrified to respond, her mind racing to guess what Rafael had planned.

“Which one of these men hit you?” Rafael asked, his tone icy as his gaze shifted to the men.

Camila hesitated, her eyes slowly scanning the group. The man in the middle looked petrified, but she reluctantly pointed at him.

Rafael smiled, ruffling her hair affectionately before grabbing the man by his collar and yanking him to his feet.

“What was the instruction?” Rafael demanded coldly.

“Not to touch your woman,” the man stammered, his voice trembling.

Your woman? Camila thought, her fear of heights making her nauseous.

“Yet you disobeyed me,” Rafael said, his voice dropping dangerously. “I could ask her to hit you back, but I think this is better.”

Without another word, Rafael shoved the man off the cliff. Camila screamed, unable to contain her horror.

Rafael dusted off his hands and returned to her side. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Darling, don’t cry,” he said, attempting a gentle tone, though it only sent chills down her spine.

“Smile for me, sweetheart,” he cooed, wiping her tears with his thumb. “Alejandro will be here soon, and I want him to see how happy you are with me.”

Camila glared at him through her tears. “Leave Alejandro alone, you bastard! I’m warning you!” she shouted.

“You refuse to smile for me, love?” Rafael asked, feigning a pout.

“I think you’re insane, Rafael. You’re a psychopath! And I am not your love—I will never love a man like you!” she yelled defiantly.

Rafael threw his head back and laughed, the sound devoid of any warmth. He nodded at one of his men, who quickly left and returned moments later with three people—Sebastian, Sofia, and Isabella.

Camila gasped, recognizing them immediately. “Mom! Dad! Isabella!” she cried, struggling against her restraints. She thrashed in vain, desperate to break free.

“You’d better leave my family out of this, Rafael! I’m warning you!” she screamed, her voice breaking.

“Baby, I told you,” Rafael began with a mocking tone, “as long as you follow the rules and obey me, no one gets hurt. But if you don’t…” He smirked. “I don’t play fair.”

“Leave them alone! Please, I’ll do anything!” Camila pleaded through her tears.

“Smile for me,” Rafael commanded.

Camila shut her eyes, defeated, before forcing a strained smile onto her face.

“That’s better. Let Alejandro see how happy you are with me,” Rafael said smugly.

Alejandro’s Perspective
Alejandro stormed into Rafael’s hideout, his voice echoing as he called out, “Camila!” He flung doors open one by one, searching desperately, but the house was empty.

“Damn it!” he cursed, kicking a couch in frustration.

Suddenly, the TV flickered on with a ringing sound. Rafael’s smug face filled the screen.

“I knew it,” Rafael said with a sly grin.

“Where is my wife?” Alejandro demanded, his voice laced with fury.

Rafael ignored the question. “I knew you’d come here, so I moved out.”

“Where is my wife?” Alejandro shouted again.

“I don’t like that word—wife. I don’t know who you’re referring to, but if you mean Camila, I might know where she is,” Rafael taunted.

He turned the camera, revealing Camila. Alejandro’s heart sank.

“Camila! Look at me, my love! I’m coming to get you!” Alejandro shouted, his voice cracking with emotion.

Rafael returned to the screen. “You bastard! You’d better not hurt her!” Alejandro roared.

“I won’t… as long as you obey me,” Rafael replied with a smirk.

“What do you want?” Alejandro demanded.

“It’s simple,” Rafael said. “Some of my men will bring you here. Cooperate, and no one gets hurt.”

Right on cue, a group of men entered the apartment.

“They’re here. See you soon,” Rafael said before cutting the feed.

Alejandro clenched his fists but followed the men without resistance.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

THERESA’S PLACE**

“The food was amazing. I’ll definitely bring my friend here next time,” a customer said with a smile.

George beamed. “Thank you, ma’am. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Goodbye—and keep the change,” she added, waving as she left.

George glanced at the clock. It was getting late. He began tidying up, packing the plates and umbrellas. His dream of saving enough to open a proper store kept him motivated.

On his way home, he stopped to buy Lucia her favorite snack.

“Baby, I’m home!” he called out cheerfully as he stepped inside, but froze in shock.

Lucia stared at him, her eyes demanding an explanation. To his side, Theresa stood silently, her expression mirroring Lucia’s.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

BACK AT RAFAEL’S HIDEOUT**

The guards dragged Alejandro into the room where Rafael stood. As soon as Alejandro saw Camila, he tried to run to her, but the guards restrained him.

“Camila, my love! Are you okay? I’ll get you out of here, I promise!” Alejandro cried, his heart breaking at the sight of her gagged and restrained.

Rafael approached him with a mocking smile. “If you want to save her, you’ll need to do two things.”

He tossed two documents onto a table.

“This one transfers ownership of Ruiz Royal Estate to me. Signing it makes me the new CEO. Or,” Rafael continued with a smirk, “you can sign the divorce papers and let me marry her instead. You get to keep your company.”

Alejandro’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re insane, Rafael,” he muttered.

“The choice is yours,” Rafael said, strolling toward Camila.

“Is she really worth it, Alejandro? Everything you’ve worked so hard for—your company—does it mean more to you than her?”

Alejandro glanced at Camila, then at the documents, torn between two impossible choices.

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THERESA’S HOUSE***

“Careful,” George said, holding Lucia’s hand as she stepped out of the taxi.

“I’m fine, George. I can manage,” Lucia replied, smiling softly. Since discovering her pregnancy, George had been overly protective, not even letting her handle simple tasks.

As they entered the house, George began, “Mom, we’re—” but stopped abruptly when he saw Lucia’s father seated on the couch. Instinctively, he positioned himself in front of her.

Mr. Landon smirked. “Hiding my daughter from me, George? You didn’t think I’d find you?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Dad. I’m surviving just fine without you,” Lucia said through clenched teeth.

“Surviving? Look at yourself, Lucia! Your clothes, your skin—you’re barely holding on,” Mr. Landon retorted, disgusted.

“I don’t care! I look better than ever, and I’m staying here,” Lucia snapped, standing her ground.

“You don’t belong here, Lucia. It’s not too late to come back home—where you belong,” Mr. Landon insisted.

“If she believes staying with my son is best for her, then it is. She’s an adult and can make her own decisions,” Theresa interjected, stepping into the room.

“Mom, just let her go with them,” Perri mumbled under her breath.

“It’s too late, Mr. Landon,” George said firmly. “Your daughter is carrying my child.”

Mr. Landon staggered slightly, staring between George and Lucia in disbelief. “That’s not true,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Lucia pointed towards the door. “If you can’t accept the man I love, then forget about me and my baby. Leave.”

Mr. Landon glared at George. “And how exactly do you plan to take care of my daughter and a baby when you can barely provide for yourself?”

George opened his mouth, but Mr. Landon cut him off. Shaking his head, Mr. Landon massaged his temples before walking out.

George pulled Lucia into a comforting embrace as Perri scoffed, retreating to her room. Theresa guided Lucia to sit on the couch, then pulled George aside to the kitchen.

“George, her father isn’t entirely wrong. We’re struggling. How do we manage with a baby?” Theresa asked.

George glanced back at Lucia before muttering, “We’ll figure it out.”

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

BRIARWOOD SCHOOL***

Isabella had just stepped out of her classroom when she headed to her locker to return some books. Turning to leave, she almost jumped as she saw Brett standing close behind her.

“Isabella,” he called softly.

“Brett! You scared me. I don’t have time to talk right now,” she said, trying to brush past him.

“I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to check on you,” Brett said.

“I’m fine,” she replied curtly.

“I know things have been tough lately. If you need help, I’m here,” he offered.

Isabella nodded with a small smile. “Thank you, Brett.”

He gave her a reassuring nod as she walked away, sighing quietly to himself.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

POLICE STATION***

Sandra sat on the cell floor, staring blankly, until a female officer approached.

“You have a visitor,” the officer said, opening the cell. She handcuffed Sandra and led her to the visitation room.

Sandra froze upon seeing her visitor. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect him to come.

“Alejandro Ruiz,” she said with a smirk as she sat across from him, her eyes fixed on his stoic expression.

“I didn’t think you’d remember me, considering how preoccupied you are with your dream woman. What do you want?” she asked coldly.

“I need answers,” Alejandro said bluntly.

“What kind of answers?” she retorted, leaning back in her chair.

“I want all of Raphael’s locations,” he demanded.

Sandra burst into laughter. “Respectfully, I don’t work for you anymore. I don’t take orders.”

“What will it take for you to talk?” Alejandro asked.

Sandra rolled her eyes. “There’s nothing you can offer me. I’m already locked up. What more could you do?”

“You breached company data—that’s a serious crime,” Alejandro reminded her.

“Of course,” Sandra scoffed. “But you’ve been after the wrong person all along. I was just a puppet. The real culprit isn’t here.”

“What are you implying?” Alejandro asked, narrowing his eyes.

Sandra smiled, leaning forward. “You’re smart. Figure it out.”

The officer signaled the end of their time. Sandra stood, showing her hands to be cuffed again.

Alejandro sat in thought for a moment before exiting. Outside, Diego was waiting.

“How did it go? Did she say anything?” Diego asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Alejandro studied him for a moment before shaking his head and getting into the car. Diego glanced back at the prison uneasily before following him.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“MEXICO: THERESA’S PLACE***

Lucia tossed and turned in bed before finally deciding to open her eyes. Morning had come again, and George was nowhere beside her—he rarely was these days.

Carefully, she got out of bed and stepped into the backyard, where she heard George’s voice. He was talking to someone. Curious, she peeked and saw it was Perri.

Although she couldn’t hear their conversation, Lucia felt uneasy. The way Perri kept stealing glances at George when he wasn’t looking was all too familiar—a look she recognized immediately.

“Ahem,” Lucia cleared her throat. George turned, his face lighting up with a mixture of joy and worry.

“Baby,” he greeted, walking over and giving her a quick peck on the lips.

Perri scoffed audibly and looked away.

“Why are you up so early?” George asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I’m not that early,” Lucia said, pouting slightly.

“You should still be in bed, resting like the princess you are,” he said, touching her stomach gently. “Are you hungry?”

“You’ve been feeding me so much lately, George. I might lose myself,” she teased.

George smiled. “You could never lose yourself in my eyes. Look at your skin—you’re glowing already,” he said, leading her to the kitchen.

“So, what are you up to?” Lucia asked as they entered.

George sighed, setting water to boil. “I’ve been thinking about what your dad said—about whether I can provide for you and the baby—and I’ve made a decision.”

“What decision?” she asked curiously.

“I’ve always wanted to be a chef, and I’ve been saving for years. I’m planning to open a small roadside restaurant. I’ve already bought a few umbrellas since I can’t afford a proper store yet,” George explained.

“Is this why you’ve been so busy lately?” Lucia asked, surprised.

“Yes. I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t want you to worry,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Perri stomped past them, climbing the stairs aggressively. Lucia’s eyes followed her retreating figure.

“George, can I ask you something?” Lucia murmured hesitantly.

“Of course,” George replied, giving her his full attention.

“Is Perri your real sister?” she asked cautiously.

George’s expression hardened as he stared at her, disbelief written all over his face.

Lucia shook her head, feeling ashamed. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s my fault. Let’s talk about your restaurant instead,” she said quickly, handing him a plate.

“She’s never liked me, and I wonder why. Maybe it’s some kind of sisterly disapproval—just like my father doesn’t approve of you…”

George smiled, rubbing her shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay, Lucia. Really.”

Lucia nodded, and George sighed inwardly.

“When do I tell her the truth?” he thought to himself.

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MARCUS GLOBAL VENTURES**

“Sir, please, you can’t walk in without an appointment!” the female receptionist at the front desk exclaimed, blocking Alejandro’s path as he headed toward Rafael’s office.

Alejandro cast her a death glare and proceeded without a word.

“Sir, if you take another step, I will be forced to call security on you!” she warned, her voice firm, but Alejandro ignored her entirely.

As she reached for her phone to make the call, the elevator doors slid open, revealing Rafael stepping out with his assistant, Julian.

“Rafael!” Alejandro stormed toward him, his voice like thunder.

“Alejandro, what a ple—” Rafael’s words were cut off by a hard punch that sent him reeling.

“Boss!” Julian exclaimed in alarm.

Alejandro grabbed Rafael by the collar, hoisting him to his feet.

“Where is my wife? Where is she?” Alejandro roared, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury.

Employees began pulling out their phones to record the commotion, while others whispered amongst themselves, watching the chaos unfold.

Rafael, despite his bloodied lip, chuckled mockingly. “Do you even hear yourself, Alejandro? She’s your wife. Why on earth would I have her?”

“Don’t play games with me, Rafael! Tell me where the hell you’re hiding her!” Alejandro’s voice reverberated through the space.

Several security guards arrived and struggled to separate the enraged Alejandro from Rafael.

“You’ve got yourself a beautiful wife, Alejandro, yet you don’t even know where she is. It makes me wonder—what kind of husband are you? Because if Camila were with me, I doubt she’d ever leave my sight,” Rafael said with a smirk, dabbing the blood from his lip with a handkerchief.

“You’ll regret crossing me, Rafael!” Alejandro snarled, shoving the guards off him before storming out of the building.

Rafael faced Julian. “Hire more securities” He ordered.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE**

Diego rushed toward Alejandro as soon as he entered the company building. “Boss, there’s an issue—”

“Diego, I need you to find out where Rafael lives before the end of the day,” Alejandro interrupted, striding toward his office.

“But boss, all the machines from the factory are gone!” Diego called out, making Alejandro halt abruptly.

“What do you mean gone? They were intact last week,” Alejandro said, narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t know how it happened, but no one can operate at the factory. And that’s not all—there’s been a massive data breach in the company. Clients are furious,” Diego explained, his expression grim.

“And I’m just hearing about this now because…?” Alejandro snapped, his anger intensifying.

“Boss, everything’s happening so fast. I’m as baffled as you are,” Diego admitted, his tone tinged with concern. But as Alejandro turned his back, Diego allowed a sly smirk to creep onto his face.

Just then, a sharp knock sounded on the door, and a sharply dressed woman entered the office.

“Mr. Alejandro, the clients in the boardroom are getting restless. They’re demanding you hold a press conference to address the situation at Ruiz Estate,” she reported, looking visibly worried.

Alejandro looked like he was on the verge of losing his mind. “Give them what they want. Set up the press conference,” he ordered. The woman nodded and left swiftly.

•••••••

Aggressive flashes of cameras bombarded Alejandro as he took his seat at the conference table.

“What’s happening in your company right now?”

“Is it true you’re going bankrupt? Did you sell all your company’s data?”

“How could the machines vanish from the factory? Isn’t that impossible?”

The reporters bombarded him with questions, their voices a chaotic storm. For the first time, Alejandro felt the crushing weight of pressure—not just from the company crisis, but because Camila was missing.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

MEANWHILE, AT RAFAEL’S PLACE***

Rafael strode into the house where he was keeping Camila. A smug smile played on his lips as he saw her watching the news.

“Your hero seems like he might need saving himself,” he mocked, his voice laced with amusement.

Camila shot him the coldest glare. “What do you stand to gain from all of this?” she asked sharply.

Rafael feigned a look of hurt and sank onto the couch. “Unbelievable. You’re still defending him?”

“Alejandro is my husband. I vowed to stand by him through thick and thin. If he’s burning, I’ll burn with him,” Camila declared, her voice steady and resolute.

Rafael shook his head, chuckling darkly. He tossed a document onto her lap.

“What’s this?” Camila asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Alejandro is smart; he’ll figure out where you are soon enough. When he comes, you’re going to hand him these divorce papers and tell him you’re marrying me instead,” Rafael instructed, his tone chillingly calm.

“And why, in your twisted mind, do you think I’d ever do that?” Camila countered.

Rafael crouched before her, gripping her chin tightly and forcing her to meet his gaze. “Because I’m not like Alejandro. I’m a monster who doesn’t play fair. I’ll break anyone to get what I want, even if it means shedding blood,” he hissed, his eyes glinting with psychotic menace.

“I won’t harm you because I love you, but that doesn’t mean your loved ones are safe,” he added, his smile sinister.

“Stay away from my family, Rafael! Stay away from Alejandro and everyone I care about, you monster!” Camila screamed.

“I’m only a monster when I need to be. Follow my orders, and no one gets hurt,” Rafael said with a mocking grin, patting her cheek in a way that made her skin crawl.

His face turned serious. “Sign the papers,” he commanded, standing tall with arms akimbo.

Tears streamed down Camila’s face as she picked up the pen with trembling hands. She hesitated, glancing up to see Rafael’s cold, unyielding stare. Slowly, she signed the papers.

“Good girl,” Rafael said with a twisted smile, taking the papers from her. “You’ll soon see this is the best decision you’ve ever made.”

His phone buzzed, and he answered briskly.

“What? The supplies are already here? Move them to the crib,” he ordered before giving Camila a lingering look and walking out.

“Supplies? What could he mean by that?” Camila thought, unease gripping her heart.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE**

“Boss, how did it go?” Diego asked as Alejandro emerged from the conference room.

“We’re done for today,” Alejandro replied curtly and left.

When he arrived home, he froze at the sight before him—Camila’s family sitting on his couch.

“We’ve been trying to reach Camila, but she’s not picking up. We heard about everything and came to check on you both,” Isabella said softly.

Alejandro blinked, unsure how to tell them he had no idea where Camila was.

“Where is my daughter?” Sebastian demanded, his gaze piercing through Alejandro.

“I knew it, Sofia! My instincts are never wrong!” Sebastian said to his wife, panic rising in his voice. “Where is she? We trusted you to protect her!”

“Dad, calm down. They might just be having a small fight. Camila will turn up,” Isabella tried to soothe her father.

“Since when have you two been fighting? And why didn’t she mention it?” Sofia asked, her concern evident.

“Do you know where Camila is?” Isabella asked Alejandro directly.

“If anything happens to my daughter, you’ll never see her again!” Sebastian bellowed, his words reverberating in Alejandro’s mind.

Closing his eyes, Alejandro silently cursed himself. Everything happening now was his fault. If only he had let go of the past and admitted his love for her. Nothing else mattered. He would bring her back—at any cost.

“Mr. Perez, no one will touch a single strand of my wife’s hair,” he declared, his voice filled with unyielding determination.

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NEXT MORNING, AT THERESA’S PLACE

Lucia knocked repeatedly on Perri’s door before it finally opened. Perri greeted her with an annoyed look that Lucia couldn’t quite understand. She wondered why Perri disliked her so intensely.

“What do you want?” Perri asked, her tone cold.

“I came to return this,” Lucia replied, handing her a piece of clothing. “Your mother mentioned it was new, and I felt bad having to wear it, so I had it dry-cleaned.” She held the garment out to Perri.

Perri narrowed her eyes, snatching it from Lucia and inspecting it thoroughly. “How do I know you cleaned it? I know people like you don’t know how to do anything.”

After a quick look, she scoffed. “Just as I thought—there’s still dirt on it. Don’t bother returning anything if you can’t clean it properly!” She threw the clothing in Lucia’s face and slammed the door.

Lucia clenched her fists. She wasn’t usually this tolerant, but because Perri was George’s family, she kept her composure. She took the garment back to the backyard to wash it again.

Under the hot sun, struggling to scrub it clean, sweat trickled down her face. She was sure she’d never sweated this much before. When she finally felt satisfied, she approached Perri’s room again and knocked. Perri opened the door, looking irritated.

“This should be clean enough,” Lucia said, holding out the clothing.

Perri eyed it, took it, and then deliberately dropped it on the floor. “Oops. Looks like someone might have to do some cleaning again,” she smirked, her eyes showing no remorse.

“You—!” Lucia began, pointing an angry finger at her, but a wave of exhaustion suddenly overtook her. The last thing she saw was George rushing toward her as everything went dark.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Darkness. Then, blurry flashes. Gradually, the blurriness faded. The first thing she noticed was an unfamiliar ceiling. This place didn’t feel like home; the atmosphere was different.

“You’re finally awake,” a familiar male voice said, though she couldn’t immediately place it. Something cool touched her forehead, easing the headache she’d just become aware of.

“I told that idiot not to use too much sedative!” the man muttered in frustration.

It was Rafael’s voice. Camila’s vision slowly cleared, and she confirmed it was indeed him. How did she end up here? She strained to remember, recalling a fight with Alejandro.

Alejandro had told her to leave, saying hurtful things about losing his loved ones. Though his words confused her, she’d left the company. Then she overheard something.

“Everything is going as planned. He’s in his office, going mad, and I’ve sent some people to his wife’s house to take her,” said a familiar voice on the phone. It was Diego.

Hidden behind a wall, Camila listened.

“I’m almost done downloading all the estate’s data. It’ll be ready by tomorrow. I’ll send you the flash drive.”

Camila almost gasped, realizing Diego had been the mole all along. Trying to escape undetected, she tripped and fell, alerting Diego. He stepped out, surprised to see her.

“How long have you been there?” he demanded, but Camila couldn’t think of a quick lie. She stood, intending to run back to Alejandro, but Diego was faster, catching up to her.

He covered her mouth and dragged her out of the building, despite her struggles. When he pressed a cloth to her face, everything went black.

Now she sat up, breathing heavily. She slapped away the rag Rafael was holding to her forehead, glaring at him.

“What do you want from me?!” she yelled.

“Calm down, sweetheart. I helped you!”

“No, you had Diego bring me here, you monster!” she shouted. She sprang from the bed, running toward the door. Rafael didn’t stop her, just watched with his hands in his pockets as she tried futilely to open it.

“Where do you plan to run? To Alejandro?” Rafael asked, his tone mocking. “Didn’t he send you away? Is he even looking for you?” he added, stepping closer.

“You’ve been unhappy lately, Camila. I can guarantee you’d smile every day if you were with me. But instead, you choose sadness.” He sighed.

“I’ll never be with someone like you, Rafael!” Camila cried. “Not in this life, or the next, or any life connected to yours!” She glared at him, her tears betraying her defiance.

Rafael laughed darkly. “No one connected to me? Too late.”

Camila looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

Rafael feigned surprise. “Alejandro didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” she demanded.

Rafael laughed, taking a seat and crossing his legs arrogantly. “Camila, do you think I’m just a thief stealing from others?”

She remained silent, still trying to comprehend.

“Everything I’ve taken from Alejandro rightfully belongs to me. The Ruiz Royal Estate is mine by birthright, but your precious Alejandro stole it from me,” Rafael spat, anger flaring.

“And now, I’m taking back what’s mine.” He stood and approached her, reaching out. She turned her face away, but he forcefully grasped her chin, making her look at him.

“You’re curious now, but I promise you’ll get the full story soon.” He smirked, releasing her chin and stepping back.

“You’re a monster,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Soon, you’ll realize that choosing me would be the best decision you could make.” He walked away, leaving her alone in the grand, empty room.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

MEXICO**

Lucia slowly opened her eyes to see George watching her closely. Noticing she was awake, he gently touched her face.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

“I’m fine… but why am I here?” she replied softly.

“You’re safe, love. I’ll call the doctor to make sure you’re okay.” He kissed her forehead and rushed out.

She wondered why George seemed overly cautious. Soon, the doctor came in to examine her.

“She’s fine, and her baby is healthy too,” the doctor announced.

Lucia froze. “What baby?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Honey,” George said, holding her hand and kissing her knuckles tenderly. “We’re going to have a baby. You’re pregnant!”

Lucia placed her hand on her stomach. “I’m… pregnant?” she repeated, as though struggling to believe it.

“Yes, my love, you are!” George confirmed, and she hugged him tightly, tears of joy streaming down her face. She’d never pictured herself as a mother, but the thought filled her with happiness—especially with George as the father.

Outside the door, Perri stood watching, seething with anger.

••••••••••••••

MEANWHILE

“What do you mean she never returned?” Alejandro demanded angrily from Peter. “Why would you let her leave at that hour? What were you thinking?” He had been frantic since realizing Camila was missing.

“I tried everything to find her, but she’s nowhere,” he muttered.

“Even if she hadn’t left, they would’ve found a way to take her,” Peter replied, his tone grave.

Alejandro gave him a sharp look. “What are you saying?”

“Sir, the mansion was attacked last night. They came for Camila.”

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On the way back to New York in Alejandro’s private jet, Camila and Alejandro barely spoke. Alejandro was absorbed in call after call, and Camila chose silence, still upset over what had happened earlier.

“We’ve arrived, boss,” the pilot informed them.

Alejandro stepped off the plane, where two cars awaited.

“Peter will take you home. If you need anything, just let the maids know,” he said, not sparing Camila a glance before getting into the second car and driving off.

“Welcome back, ma’am! You’re glowing. I hope you enjoyed your holiday,” Peter said with a smile, helping her with the car door.

“Thank you,” Camila replied, trying to cheer up, though she was still hurt by Alejandro’s coldness.

The drive home was quiet. The maids welcomed her, and she answered politely.

“Ma’am, dinner is ready,” Lucy informed her, knocking on her door.

“I’m not hungry. Just cover it up and wait till Alejandro returns,” Camila replied, and Lucy nodded, leaving her alone.

Camila sighed, lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. “What’s with him?” she thought. One moment he’s sweet, and the next, he’s distant. He was like a complicated book she could never fully understand.

Her phone rang, displaying an unknown number. She picked up.

“Camila, it’s Lucia,” said a familiar voice. Camila jumped up in surprise.

“Lucia? As in Lucia Landon?” she asked, astonished.

“Yes,” Lucia confirmed.

“Oh my God! I’ve been trying to reach you for ages, but you never answered. Is everything okay?” Camila asked, concern evident in her voice.

“I’m fine, Camila. Calm down,” Lucia sighed.

“What do you mean, ‘calm down’? I’ve been worried sick, especially after hearing you got married!” Camila protested.

“I’m sorry about that. I had to keep a low profile. Besides, my father took everything—my house, company, clothes, car, even my phone,” Lucia explained with a pout.

“Really? How are you managing?” Camila asked, curious.

“George and I are making do. He brought me to his mother’s house, and it’s actually been fun,” Lucia said cheerfully.

“George sounds like a wonderful person. I’m proud of you for standing by your choice. Married life must be treating you well,” Camila smiled.

“Oh, it is, but I bet you and Alejandro are having even more fun,” Lucia teased. Camila’s mood shifted, and Lucia picked up on it, even through the phone.

“Are you and Alejandro okay?” she asked.

“We’re fine,” Camila mumbled.

“That doesn’t sound fine. What’s wrong?” Lucia pressed.

“I’m not even sure. One moment, we’re happy, and the next, he’s distant and moody,” Camila admitted, frowning. “We were just on a vacation in Texas, but he insisted on coming back to New York early, and he left with Diego. He hasn’t come home since,” she added.

“Grumpiness should be Alejandro’s middle name. I don’t get why he’s always like this,” Lucia said, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, Lucia. Alejandro and I will work things out. Just enjoy your time with George. And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, okay?” Camila said softly.

“Sure thing,” Lucia replied.

“Good night,” Camila said before ending the call. She glanced at the clock—past midnight, and Alejandro was still not home.

She dialed his phone, but he didn’t answer.

“Oh, no!” she muttered, springing up and storming out of the room in her nightwear.

•••••

“Ma’am, where are you headed?” Peter asked, quickly moving to block her path, though he struggled not to look at Camila attire. He was surprised seeing her outside by this time.

“I’m going to Ruiz Royal Estate,” she declared.

Peter checked his watch. “Ma’am, it’s past midnight. The boss would kill me if I let you go out at this hour,” he protested.

“If that’s the case, then why is he out this late? What could possibly be so urgent?” Camila snapped.

“Please, ma’am, just go back inside,” Peter pleaded.

“You know what? Fine. If you won’t take me, I’ll go myself,” she said, walking toward the gate.

Peter muttered something under his breath, then rushed to the car to catch up with her.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE**

Alejandro was buried in a stack of paperwork when his office door burst open. He looked up, shocked to see Camila standing there in her nightgown.

He blinked in surprise before striding over to her. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I should be asking you that,” Camila replied, giving him a no-nonsense look.

“Who brought you here?” Alejandro ignored her question, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer to inspect her for any injuries.

“Are you out of your mind, Camila?” he yelled, startling her. “Why would you come out at this hour in your nightgown? Do you realize what could have happened?”

“I was worried about you,” Camila mumbled.

“For heaven’s sake, I’m fine!” he snapped.

“Stop yelling at me! I should be the one upset here. We were fine just moments ago, Alejandro, and then you suddenly turned cold. You left me alone in that enormous, empty mansion to come here and work!” she stormed over to his desk and scattered the files.

“Hey! What’s your problem?” he asked, anger flashing in his eyes.

“My problem is you! One minute, you make me feel wanted; the next, I feel like an afterthought. I love you, Alejandro—I’ve told you and shown you in every way possible. But I don’t understand what you want from me, and it’s driving me crazy!” she shouted.

“I’ve given you everything, Camila. I helped your family, even after how you treated me in the past. I believe I’ve been more than fair!” Alejandro shot back, his eyes blazing.

“You’re still holding onto that?” Camila asked, taken aback.

“How could I forget? Every day, I’m reminded of what I went through because of you, Camila. It wasn’t just about you rejecting me; I lost everything—my family, my peace—all because I wanted you to notice me!” he ranted, pacing the room. “And now, I’m on the verge of losing the company I built because I’m with you!”

Camila stared at him, speechless. “What do you mean by losing the company? And what do you mean about losing your family?”

He stopped, looking at her for a long moment. His face was full of emotions he’d tried to bury.

“Please leave,” he finally said, closing his eyes. “I’ll call Peter to take you home. Just…please, go.”

When he opened his eyes, she was gone.

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“Go again,” Alejandro commanded, spanking her with the belt. Camila should feel pain, but surprisingly, it felt good.

“Forgive me, Alejandro. I lied, calling the rodeos sexy—it’s you, only you,” Camila whispered as the belt slapped her again.

“Tell me to punish you for your actions,” Alejandro demanded, striking her once more.

“Please, punish me for my actions,” Camila replied breathlessly.

Alejandro dropped the belt, grabbed her back, and entered her from behind, delivering hard, intense thrusts.

“You like this?” he asked.

Camila could barely respond. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he was gripping her neck or the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.

“Answer me!” he ordered, his hand landing firmly on her once more.

“Yes! I love it! Don’t stop!” Camila moaned, and Alejandro moved even faster. Soon, they changed positions, moving from the wall to a small couch in the room.

“Sit on it and ride me,” he commanded.

Camila did as told without hesitation. He held her waist as she moved up and down, only for him to hold her in place and thrust upwards, making her cry out in ecstasy.

They then returned to the bed, with Alejandro on top, giving her the most intense experience. Camila gripped his shoulders, feeling herself getting close.

“Wait for me, baby. I’m almost there. Let’s come together,” Alejandro murmured huskily. He interlocked their fingers, releasing in her with a loud groan.

As they caught their breath, Camila hugged Alejandro tightly and looked into his eyes.

“Can I ask you something?” she mumbled.

“Sure, anything,” Alejandro replied, caressing her face.

“Why is it that you show everything but never say it?” she asked, her voice soft, leaving Alejandro momentarily confused.

“You’ll have to explain more, babe,” he said, frowning slightly.

Camila gazed at him for a moment before speaking. “I love you,” she said, her eyes tender as they met his.

“Well, I…” Alejandro blinked, clearly caught off guard.

“You see that?” She pointed at him. “I want to know what you truly feel for me,” she added.

“Camila…” Alejandro began, but she placed her finger over his lips.

“Don’t disappoint me, Alejandro. Take your time, but don’t make me wait forever,” she whispered, turning over to sleep.

Alejandro lay awake, staring at the ceiling until his phone rang, making him jump.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

MEXICO***

Lucia rolled over in bed, reaching out only to find the space beside her empty. Her eyes flew open; it was daylight, and the clock showed it was already past ten.

“Oh God! How did I sleep so long?” she murmured, getting up quickly. There was no time to prep her face—George’s house was always bustling.

She entered the living room and ran into Theresa, who was holding a basket of clothes.

“Good morning, Mom. I’m sorry for sleeping so late. It’s unlike me to wake up this late. Let me help you with that,” Lucia said, trying to take the basket.

“Actually, it’s for you,” Theresa smiled, handing it to her.

“Huh?” Lucia looked surprised.

“I went to the market earlier. They usually have sales on Sundays, so I picked these up for you,” Theresa explained.

Lucia looked through the clothes, smiling. “You really didn’t have to, Mom, but I appreciate it,” she said gratefully.

“George also said I should give you this,” Theresa added, handing Lucia a smartphone.

“What?” Lucia’s eyes widened. “This is his phone. I can’t take it.”

“That’s why he didn’t give it to you directly—he knew you wouldn’t accept it. George doesn’t need the phone; the only person he talks to is you. Just take it. I’m sure you have friends who are worried about you,” Theresa encouraged her.

Lucia pouted. “They might not even want to talk to me anymore, but I know one person who might.”

“Then call her, Lucia. Please, keep it,” Theresa insisted, placing the phone in her hand.

“Where is George?” Lucia asked.

“He stepped out, but he’ll be back soon. If you’re hungry, I’ll warm up some food for you,” Theresa offered with a smile.

“Don’t worry, Mom; I can handle it. I’ll even heat up some for you,” Lucia said, heading toward the kitchen.

Theresa opened her mouth to speak but decided against it, shaking her head with a smile.

•••••••••••••••

Lucia was in the kitchen when she heard George’s voice, and her mood instantly brightened. George hugged her from behind.

“What are you making?” he asked.

“Soup. And where were you? You should have woken me,” Lucia pouted.

“I noticed you haven’t had enough rest since that wedding incident. I didn’t want to disturb you. Everything’s fine,” he assured her.

“I know things aren’t easy for us now, but I want you to know that you don’t have to do everything alone. You have me too,” Lucia mumbled.

“I know that, babe,” George replied, smiling.

“I saw the phone you gave me, but I can’t accept it. It’s yours, George—I gave it to you, and I didn’t ask for it back,” Lucia said softly.

“And I’m giving it back because I’m not your bodyguard anymore. I’m your husband, so take it as me resigning from the job,” George replied with a grin, making Lucia smile.

“To raise more money, I’m thinking of selling the wedding dress,” Lucia admitted.

“What?” George looked surprised.

“You know the dress is expensive, and it doesn’t mean anything to me now. If I hadn’t been brave enough, I would’ve lost you forever,” she murmured, biting her lip.

George pulled her into a hug. “I’m here, and you don’t need to do this. That dress is the only luxury you have. Are you sure you want to sell it?” he asked, concerned.

“When I’m with you, I don’t care about luxury,” Lucia replied, and George hugged her tighter. He glanced over at the soup she was cooking.

“It looks about done. Let me taste it,” George said, reaching for the spoon, but his face twisted as he tasted it.

“Is it that bad?” Lucia pouted.

“No, honey. We can fix it,” George replied with a smile.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

TEXAS**

Camila woke up, but Alejandro wasn’t beside her. He was out on the balcony, deep in a serious phone call. After a few minutes, he came back inside, his mood visibly darkened.

“Is everything okay?” Camila asked, worried.

“Pack your things. We’re going back to New York,” he replied, ignoring her question.

“Why are we leaving so suddenly?” Camila asked, confused.

“Geez, Camila. If you want to stay, then stay, okay? But I’m going back to New York!” He angrily kicked the couch and stormed off, startling her.

“What’s with him?” she thought.

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••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

BACK AT MANUEL AND SELENA’S MANSION

“Come on, Alejandro! Put me down!” Camila protested, kicking her feet as Alejandro carried her out of the car that had driven them back to Manuel and Selena’s mansion.

“What’s going on?” Selena looked concerned, shifting her attention from the TV to her grandson and his wife.

“We’re fine, Grandpa,” Alejandro replied.

“We’re not!” Camila protested, but Alejandro had already lifted her in his arms.

“Put me down!” she demanded.

“Fine,” he said, tossing her onto the bed. “Don’t get up from this bed until I return,” he warned.

Camila frowned. She wanted to disobey him so badly, but upon a second thought, she wanted to see what he had planned. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.

Alejandro stepped outside. He called Lily over, and she greeted him with a respectful bow.

“Make sure Grandma and Grandpa put in their earbuds tonight, and ensure they sleep early because there’s going to be a lot of noise,” he instructed.

Lily’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she nodded in understanding. Alejandro then returned to his room.

“Was that information really necessary?” Lily wondered to herself.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

In the room, Alejandro found Camila sitting obediently on the bed, waiting for him. He smiled and slowly approached her, unbuttoning his shirt as he did.

“I knew you’d still be here waiting for me,” he said huskily, taking her chin in his hand and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Strip your clothes off, but leave only your panties on,” he commanded.

Camila stared at him defiantly, but she obeyed, never breaking eye contact as she slowly stripped, leaving only her panties on.

Alejandro smiled and patted her head before going to his drawer. He retrieved a box and dumped its contents on the bed, revealing a variety of tools: chains, belts, a vibrator, and other toys.

Camila swallowed hard.

“I’m about to show you a whole new side of this world,” he said, before chaining her hands and legs. He kissed her lips, then her neck, and finally one of her nipples.

Camila’s breath hitched, but he pulled away and smiled at her before stepping into the restroom.

“What are you doing, Alejandro?” she asked, her confusion growing, but there was no reply—only silence.

He probably hasn’t finished, Camila thought to herself, shaking her head. He wouldn’t chain me here just to run off, right? That would be strange.

The bathroom door opened, and Alejandro stepped out, revealing a sight that made Camila gasp.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

MEXICO***

“What smells so good?” Lucia sniffed as she made her way to the kitchen. George stood there, dressed in a singlet.

“What are you making, hubby?” she asked, hugging him from behind.

“Dinner,” George replied.

“Wow, I think if my dad had tasted your food once, he would’ve never done what he did to us,” Lucia joked, causing George to smile.

He stopped stirring the stew and turned to face her, holding her waist.

“I haven’t thanked you properly for what you’ve done,” he said seriously.

“What do you mean?” Lucia asked.

“You had everything, Lucia. Just one phone call, and you could’ve left this mess behind, but you chose not to. It makes me wonder if I’m really worth all this stress,” George said, his voice tinged with concern.

“Don’t talk like that, hubby. You’re not a stress. Listen, I’ll choose you over and over again,” she assured him.

George smiled and pulled her closer. “I know,” he said, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I love you.” He kissed her again on the lips.

“I love you too,” Lucia smiled, returning the kiss.

“I don’t think that kiss was more than mine,” he teased, pecking her once more.

“I doubt it,” Lucia replied with a playful grin, pecking him again.

They continued exchanging pecks until Lucia suddenly stopped, looking puzzled as she sniffed the air.

“What’s wrong?” George asked.

“Something’s burning,” she said, and it was then that George remembered the stew.

“Shit!” he cursed, rushing to turn off the stove. Lucia chuckled. Unbeknownst to them, Perri had been watching them angrily. She shook her head and stormed off to her room.

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TEXAS***

Alejandro was dressed as a cowboy—shirtless, with a big hat on his head and cowboy boots. A belt was wrapped around his neck.

“What’s going on, Alejandro?” Camila asked, her voice full of disbelief.

“I just want to show you that for you, I can be anything. You like cowboys, right? Well, I’ll be a cowboy for you,” he said before grabbing his phone and playing a seductive rodeo song.

He began to dance, pulling off some surprisingly sexy moves, and Camila’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped. “I didn’t know you could dance like that.”

Alejandro flashed her a mischievous smile before closing the distance between them. He kissed her deeply, his lips trailing to her ear where he bit her earlobe, earning a soft whimper from her.

“This or those horse riders?” he whispered in her ear.

Camila wanted to respond, but then she felt something cool and slick trail down her skin. Alejandro had taken a vibrator, and Camila gasped in both shock and pleasure.

“Answer me, Camila,” he murmured, as he moved the vibrator along her inner thighs. “This, or those damn rodeos?”

“You… ahh,” she moaned when he placed the vibrator against her most sensitive spot, turning it on to its highest setting.

“Fuck!” Camila cried, her head falling back. She tried to move, but the chains held her in place.

Alejandro stopped moving the vibrator. “I want to hear it again,” he demanded. “Me, or those damn rodeos?”

“You… oh my God… ahh,” she moaned, her body trembling as the vibrator pressed deeper. “Alejandro… I’m going to… I’m going to…”

He stopped just as she was on the edge, and Camila gave him a questioning look. Without a word, he unchained her.

“Get up,” he ordered, and despite her shaky legs, she obeyed. “Hold the wall, and you’re going to apologize to me for calling those rodeos sexy and screaming for them when it should’ve been me,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

“What?” Camila looked at him, shocked by his request.

“Face the wall and start apologizing like the good girl you are. Don’t make me count to three,” he warned.

Camila turned to face the wall, gripping it for support.

“I’m sorry, Alejandro. I shouldn’t have screamed and gushed over the rodeos. You’re better than them,” she said dryly, but her words were cut off when she suddenly felt a sharp slap on her behind.

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Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 85

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THERESA’S PLACE**

“How do you feel?” Theresa asked as she watched Lucia admire herself in the mirror. Lucia wore a traditional Mexican gown. It was a stark contrast to her usual luxury dresses, but her father had taken everything else.

“The dress feels comfortable,” Lucia murmured.

“It does, but I can tell you’re still uncomfortable,” Theresa replied.

“Everything feels different, but don’t worry, mother-in-law. I adapt to changes quite easily,” Lucia quickly reassured her.

“It’s okay; you can call me ‘Mom’ now,” Theresa said, rolling her eyes as she watched Lucia’s face brighten.

“Really?” Lucia asked, delighted.

“All this time, I thought George was waiting for me to die before he settled down. I tried to set him up with other women, but it never worked out. Then you came along, and he got married at the airport! I should thank you,” Theresa laughed.

“It’s okay, Mom,” Lucia smiled. “I’ve had my own struggles with relationships, but I’m glad things worked out with George.”

Theresa nodded. “Come on, let’s go outside. I made food, and it’s been a long day. Even though I was caught off guard by your arrival, I can’t let you both starve,” she said, leaving the room. Lucia followed her.

“Wow,” George murmured as Lucia walked out. Her cheeks flushed a little from his gaze.

“I know I look a bit shabby right now, but you’ll have to make do for the time being. I believe things will get better,” Lucia said shyly, unable to meet his eyes.

George moved closer, pulling her by the waist, making her look up at him.

“Who told you that? If anything, you’re even more beautiful now,” he whispered.

“Stop flattering me,” Lucia pouted.

“I’m serious. I’ve never seen you without makeup or jewelry, and I like this natural look. Your face, your eyes, your naturally pink lips…”

“Okay, enough!” Lucia playfully hit him, trying to hide her smile.

The front door opened, and a young woman entered. “Good evening, Mom,” she greeted from the hallway as she took off her shoes.

Her eyes lit up when she saw George, and she immediately rushed into his arms, nearly knocking Lucia over.

“You didn’t tell me you were back! I missed you so much,” she said, pressing herself against him. Lucia noticed her chest pressing into him and frowned but remained silent.

The woman pulled away, finally noticing Lucia standing beside George. However, her main concern seemed to be why Lucia was wearing her clothes.

“And who’s this?” she asked, glaring at Lucia.

“This is Lucia,” George said, holding Lucia’s waist and pulling her closer. The woman’s eyes followed his movement. “My wife!”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Your… your what?”

“Yes, Perri, that’s his wife. I’m as surprised as you are,” Theresa said, coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of food.

“Lucia, this is Perri, my daughter and George’s sister,” Theresa introduced.

Lucia forced a smile and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Perri.”

Perri stared at her hand for a long moment, refusing to shake it, then angrily stormed off to her room.

“Don’t mind her. She’s probably upset that George didn’t tell her about the marriage or that you’re wearing her new dress,” Theresa said, placing the last bowl on the dining table.

“It’s a new dress?” Lucia asked, feeling guilty.

“It’s fine, sweetheart. She can get more later. Now, let’s eat,” George said, leading Lucia to the table.

It wasn’t as grand as what she was used to. Her bedroom could probably fit both the dining and living room. No fancy cutlery, just basic dishes and simple utensils.

“It’s okay, Lucia. You don’t need your parents. You’ll get used to this,” she thought to herself.

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THE NEXT DAY IN TEXAS***

Alejandro and Camila had spent the day visiting different parts of Mexico. They explored San Antonio, Galveston, and several other places until dusk fell.

They were currently in Bulverde, watching a live rodeo show from the audience. Camila cheered with the other spectators, captivated by the sight of the rugged cowboys showing off their skills and charisma. Each move drove the crowd wild, and Camila was no exception.

Alejandro looked irritated. “You enjoy this?” he asked, almost in disbelief.

“I mean, they’re all skilled and seem to know how to handle those horses well,” Camila shrugged.

Alejandro stiffened. “Camila, did you just call these men attractive in front of me? Am I a joke to you? I give you rides far better than anything they could offer,” he said indignantly.

“You’re not actually jealous of these cowboys, are you?” Camila chuckled.

“Do I look jealous to you?” Alejandro scoffed.

“You can’t stand me cheering for them,” Camila teased.

“Oh, I’ll make you scream, alright. The whole neighborhood will hear you, and they’ll beg me to stop,” Alejandro replied, before turning to their tour guide. “We’re leaving.”

Camila’s eyes widened. “But the show isn’t over yet!”

“Oh, you’ll get a show,” Alejandro smirked.

“I’m not going anywhere!” Camila said defiantly, crossing her arms. Before she knew it, she was being lifted off the ground and carried out of the rodeo without her consent

TO Be Continued