CEO's Marriage: His Chosen Chaotic Wife

It was impossible!

It was absurd!

He refused to believe what they had done to him, it was unheard of, a twinge of pain struck in his chest, those fuckers couldn't call themselves family.

They were being unfair.

He had his gaze straight ahead he seemed to take it all in, in reality, he wasn't seeing anything specific. Because he refused to break those images that sprouted in his memory like a projected screen, he found himself in the yard of his old house he saw his parents laughing, he saw them hugging him, them playing in the snow, he blinked repeatedly refusing to lose that memory.

It's been a long time, if they were there.

They wouldn't do that to him.

His parents wouldn't make him.

When she stood next to him she barely managed to comprehend what was happening, her wedding, she was there with that guy to get married.

It was a bad joke that she had to marry someone she didn't love, someone she didn't even seem to care that she had come to the ceremony, because she didn't even turn to look at him. She sighed in frustration at that bad luck. Maybe she should have fought harder, so she could wait for her childhood sweetheart.

"What?!" my shouting didn't make her flinch, I was to marry a stranger, among my plans were not to dress in white and wear fancy heels. "You're kidding!"

My grandfather remained expressionless just like always.

It might seem like I was exaggerating but it was my life we were talking about, I was going to graduate from college in two months and they express so causal that the wedding was to be moved up.

"You see me laughing."

"What?"

"In two months" grandpa must have been playing games, his palpable sarcasm didn't help much either, what the hell was going on, at first thinking of a plan was optional now he had to speed it up and run away "We have already agreed on terms, you must give them a child" sentencing seemed like his best specialty.

"Is it any of my business if he..."

"If you can't even do that right" he spat spitefully, sometimes I forgot they were my own family. "I requested among the terms that if there is no heir, they can use artificial insemination."

"That's absurd."

My voice was barely audible.

I didn't believe what I was hearing, I should marry someone just because grandfather has already given his approval on a path where love will not exist.

Bringing my hands to my hair was indispensable.

What the hell was going on!

I was in a bad game, they must have a camera to indicate they were playing, no, this was real. I was to be joined with an unknown man.

If there was more time I could run away from home, hide for a while and get a job. That dream seemed so far away. At least I needed to graduate to get a job with the best company that would feed me for the rest of my days.

"I won't take it!" vociferating didn't help either.

Grandpa slammed his crystal glass on the floor.

"It's not in your possession," he pointed at me. His face looked so terrifying. Where would I be left with my desire to pursue my childhood love, where would those words from that day be left. "You will" "You think I spent my money these years because I was bored."

Sure, that was the truth.

My parents are already dead.

Who wouldn't want to take advantage of that opportunity?

Would these merciless beings have mercy, wouldn't they, my eyes felt stinging indicating that I would be on the verge of tears if I didn't get the hell out of there. I would look more humiliating. I tensed my jaw refusing to look any weaker in front of the master of the house.

"You must" repeated Grandpa for the umpteenth time.

"No."

"Try to run away and you will know..."

Grandfather flashed a smile that I did not wish to find out, I clenched my fists. Maybe that was the man they admired when we were children. He was a heartless being who only cared about his own profit.

I came out of my daze when a hand pulled me by the arm and that word slipped through my ears.

"I accept."

Lips rested on mine, blinking was indispensable to get a better glimpse, he moved his lips with a unique rhythm, I felt the delicacy in each movement, the sweet elixir that will be given to me for life, increased a frenzy in my system that made me refuse that idea of emptiness before the release of his lips against my own.

I do not know at what point I had given my oath.

All I know is that I do not regret it.

When I met those gray eyes, that curly hair, that sleepy gaze, that sharp nose, that set jaw and that familiar face.

I felt my heart stop.

He was my first childhood love.

Gael is the man I fell in love with ten years ago.

A smile crept across my lips.

When I saw that smile on the other man's face, he was not surprised, on the contrary, he frowned, showing his contempt. Perhaps he thinks he has succeeded in his plan. He shouldn't pretend so well. He won't accept such ambitious looks.

Gael glared at him.

"Don't forget your place! You're nothing but a tool" reminding him of his contract was inevitable, that smile was suddenly erased, she was not to assume that everything would work out.

He was sure that proposing artificial insemination was nothing more than a ruse of that person who is now his wife, she was just looking for a good opportunity. That's how she convinced her grandfather to trap him. That's how they got to the point of getting married.

Hearing him speak so coldly brought me back to reality.

Gael didn't wait for an answer.

He walked out without turning around and disappeared through the reception door.

The sound of music became distant in his ears.

He didn't seem to fit in there.

Being there, it was a mistake.

Dressed in white.

In the middle of the hall of that luxurious reception, she was still static looking at the door waiting for that man.

Both arms like two dead pieces on either side of her body, with her gaze straight ahead, the guests who attended especially for that event, circled past her.

He must have looked so pitiful.

"May I dance with you?"

I accepted the hand that was being offered.

The first dance of the wedding that was to be performed by the husband and wife, the husband having left, was being performed by the bride and an unknown man.

Perhaps that was not so humiliating.

It had been one of the worst afternoons he had ever had.

The car he was traveling in stopped in front of a house that looked more scary than gloomy, the driver got out of the car opening the car door to help him out, it was a huge residence of the plants with the entrance fenced with steel bars.

Was it a prison or a house?

She got out, pushed her way in pushing the gate bars which let out a creaking sound perhaps due to lack of oil or a warning she couldn't make out.

She walked to the entrance and opened it with the key provided by Gael's family.

She let out that air she did not know she was holding in her lungs.

She entered.

The room was so luxurious and huge, she crossed the hall going straight to the stairs, she climbed each step struggling with that heavy dress that made her look like a princess.

She groped her way down the long hallway to a room that had a red bow on the door, she played it down, her feet hurt and she just wanted to rip that dress off.

She turned the handle and walked into the room.

As she made her way through, she removed that beautiful stick that held her hair up, she almost tore off her clothes, she felt so suffocated. She wanted to cry at the frustration of their reunion. She removed button by button, almost hurting her hands as she pulled hard on the fabrics.

She removed the dress.

Remaining in panties and bra, she sat on the bed for a moment before walking a few steps and throwing her heels as far as she could into the room, she removed every last piece of clothing.

Naked.

Steadily following her gait to the shower.

She grabbed the doorknob with her hand, turning it a little, she managed to open it all the way, she froze as she found that familiar face in front of her.

Gael, who was getting out of the shower with a bath towel covering his lower body, raised an eyebrow at the other's actions. He looked around the other's body.

Alisha, his wife, panicked.

She tore off the bath towel Gael was using to cover his body, and they fell together.

The other's weight did not impact against her as much.

Gael supported himself with his hands, remaining a little suspended, those gray eyes connected with hers, they were so beautiful; they seemed to contain the universe. Gael intentionally moved closer towards Alisha, dropping his naked body completely over the other's, that sudden closeness on her and the scarcity of inches on her face, the atmosphere became tense.

"You're afraid" he whispered hoarsely.

While Alisha's heart was beating wildly.

Gael maintained that intimate stance, still his words were so merciless.

"You feel I treat you badly so you can't expect to get close to me" he spat full of cynicism.

Though his face was so handsome almost sculpted by the angels themselves, his words were too cruel.

"Couldn't you expect that you've tangled with another man at the wedding?" he accused over the other's lips.

"Not so..."

Gael rose coldly, propelling himself a little with his hands.

His gaze was so sharp it made her feel so tiny, this man didn't seem like the one she had met before.

Alisha held the bath towel against her body as if it were her lifeline.

"Don't waste energy acting so deliberate" she warned him, caring little if she saw his body, they were supposed to be married and he has enough selfconfidence. "We were a fictitious couple and it will be just that, a fictitious marriage."

"You're a..."

"What? You want to argue with your lord?"

Gael leaned in slightly and held his chin.

"If you breach the contract, I'll get back the huge amount of money I've lent to your family" he released her making her tilt her face a little.

Alisha felt her eyes glaze over.

"Fuck you" she muttered.

Gael who was expressionless, ignored those words which he heard clearly because of the silence.

He snorted

He walked a few steps before turning a little.

"We'll have a feast in the evening" he cocked a smile full of derision, before warning her. "Don't act offended because you can't face the consequences."

"Offend me?" Alisha let out a laugh. She met his gaze with that man. "You think I'm interested in your meaningless warnings!"

"You'd better shut up."

"He's conceited" she got up from the floor, first sitting down and finally sitting up. Dropping that towel covering her body, she brought her hands to her waist. Completely ignoring that he's not wearing anything to cover him. "You know nothing but bark."

Gael cocked a sarcastic smile.

"You want to educate me" he dared to chuckle "You, a person with little courage, hardly know what you're looking for."

Alisha leaned closer.

"It was such fun to leave me with a thousand eyes speculating."

"You give it so much relevance" he averted his gaze.

Gael Williams was a head taller than her, he had beautiful gray eyes, his mane was disheveled and a few drops of water trickled down his temple, he observed that person. His wife had blonde hair, beautiful lips, a little shorter than him, her eyes were blue.

"Relevance? If you want to pretend, do it right!"

"You are so ungrateful."

"If you insult me again I'll beat you" she cared little for what happened next, she wasn't going to let him continue down that tortuous path.

"You're funny" blurted out the man in front of her, those blue eyes were on the verge of bursting into tears and he came with such a haughty attitude, it was funny.

She raised her hand ready to slap him.

"Let go" she struggled wanting to break free of his grip. "Don't come imposing your..."

"What?"

Gael dared to laugh in her face.

"A little status doesn't make you..." she wanted to counterattack being interrupted by the man in front of her.

"It makes you better. punching makes you better than me!" Gael released his grip making her back up a little, she was startled by such a quick change in that man. "You better not come make me laugh by being so hysterical."

Though her words were biting her voice remained gentle, she gave him one last look before walking out the door.

Gael had left with a grim look on his face.

He looked so angry.

Alisha picked up the towel and went into the bathroom.

She showered, returning to the bedroom, she approached the bed noticing that elegant dress, the one that made her understand why her husband had returned early.

It looked extremely expensive.

Of the finest fabrics, and she was sure it would be from the best designer.

However, she averted her gaze to the photograph next to the bed.

Time did use to pass in a hurry, she knew nothing of what happened in ten years, he had made his own way and got his love, he would be so happy with the woman in that photograph. He didn't know.

It was supposed to be his wedding room.

"Husband" he uttered in a faint whisper.

At the head of the bed was the photograph of her now husband with another woman, both of them were smiling.

It was the first time she felt envious.

That woman in the photograph was elegant, exquisite and beautiful.

"Calm down" she said to herself, as she felt that liquid she had contained, now dripping down her cheeks. "You'll be fine."

She wiped away that wayward tear.

And smiled.

Alisha Walsh was not so weak.

Alisha changed her dress.

She let out a sigh before daring to leave that room, she didn't think that kind of clothes would suit her so well. It wasn't that she had a bad body, it was just that she preferred her boots and leather jackets.

That beautiful residence looked so empty.

There wasn't a single employee but the place didn't have a speck of dust, it was a huge house with luxurious corridors, colorful paintings that would be from some limited collection.

As he walked down the stairs he noticed that chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling, it looked like a spider's web adorned with many alluring shades.

He headed for the door.

Going in the car driven by his chauffeur, he began to regret going to that celebration, there would be no way to escape either, he had his eyes fixed on the hands in his lap. Still lingering in her memory was that photograph in which Gael looked so happy with that person. It seemed like the blink of an eye when the car stopped, the door was opened.

Alisha gathered her last combo of courage and got out.

She snorted.

Gael who had been waiting in anticipation at the entrance of the place, where the banquet would be held, was the person who reached out to help her out, she hadn't even noticed that the driver was still in the car, she got out steadying herself a little with his help.

When Alisha got out of the car only then did she discover that the dress she had randomly picked out, from a low quality store, was so amazing when she wears it. His eyes fell on her hypnotically.

That purple colored dress skipped how tiny her waist was, had a slit on her left leg that reached midthigh, that highlighted how long her legs were and had a brooch in the middle of her sweetheart neckline, as the only abscessory.

No doubt she had a beautiful body, her snowy skin made the color of the dress contrast perfectly with the color of the dress, her light blonde hair was very flattering and those lips painted in natural pink, made her look hot.

"You plan to drool all night."

Gael came to himself.

"You think you're the real beauty" he rolled his eyes.

"Aren't I?"

"Just play the good wife" he reminded her, leading her by the hand to the banquet.

"Sure that's all that matters, isn't it?" obviated Alisha allowing herself to be dragged along by the businessman.

"Stop wasting time, that's not what we're here for" he reproached her behavior so inappropriate according to him, they should make the best of it. Although he didn't expect much from a girl barely in college.

"Who's wasting their time? "

"You're just a college girl" he paused by the door. "What else could you have done besides waste time?" Gael denied to himself, resuming his walk but was stopped.

"What can you do, Mr. Businessman?" Alisha smiled cynically at him, he wanted to show himself important, well, he could handle that too. "It's your employees who do most of it. What can you do, other than sign some documents?"

Gael stepped closer staying mere inches from his face.

"Stop that disgusting attitude right now" he nudged her forehead with his index finger before opening the door.

They both walked through the door and all eyes fell on them.

The gossip started so obviously.

They both kept walking until they were intercepted by one of her father's investors.

"She's a real beauty" expressed Mr. Tonny showing his glass in a toast to the jovial newlywed couple.

"No doubt about it" approved Mr. Tonny's wife, the same one he had hooked on his arm.

Gael smiled taking Alisha by the waist.

"The best of them all" Gael added, smiling at the couple.

Alisha could only smile as best she could. That possessive way of approaching him had been very surprising. She didn't know these people, she didn't know who they were. She just had to act right.

"Gael, congratulations!" exclaimed one of her friends.

The gentlemen left.

His friends had arrived curious at the newlywed.

"I know" he left a kiss on the other's cheek, perhaps he couldn't stop pushing her to the limit, Alisha felt her cheeks burning but she still had to show her cool, she kept smiling. "I couldn't wait for my wife."

"So much so that you can't leave her for an instant."

"Huh? Why would I do that?"

"Perhaps, because she is not even qualified to be worthy of you" a voice laden with derision, came from his side, it made him look for the origin of that owner. "May that young lady have something important."

Alisha recognized that stranger instantly, it was that unknown man who asked her to dance on her wedding day.

"Williams, may I have a moment?"

The aforementioned continued to look at that subject before heading towards a group of investors.

"Would you like to dance?"

Alisha observed Gael's friends marching one by one, staying with that stranger who was offering again that proposal, the music was still giving a good atmosphere. Now it's a married woman and that made him hesitate.

"I don't think it would be right..."

The man smiled.

"It wouldn't be the first time."

The tango music resounded drawing glances at that dancing couple on the dance floor.

As he asked her to dance he didn't expect her to be quite familiar with him, not to mention they had excellent dancing skills that surprised everyone as their steps were coordinated to perfection, it seemed like they have been a dance partner for years.

They were both moving around the dance floor in a syncopated walk, taking a similar step to the previous one but with more freedom.

As they danced Alisha was suspended by that stranger, she wrapped one of her legs around the other leaving the other one extended, they did a few turns, followed other incredible steps and bent down leaving one leg bent and the other extended horizontally.

Following the rhythm of the music.

They remained in a very striking pose, as Alisha's bent leg was on the other's thigh while she kept the other one extended as a support on the floor, her eyes were fixed on the other's face. The one she didn't quite understand. One of his hands was on the other's chest and the other on his shoulder. While the other's hand hovered around the young woman's waist.

The dress was revealing and perfectly highlighted Alisha's good figure.

Gael regretted having chosen it.

They were a good dance couple.

Of course, what everyone saw was the amazing couple on the dance floor.

Alisha and that stranger were dancing beautifully.

Alisha was the only one who knew what is really going on.

"You can fight what you want. You'll never be that happy" that guy openly laughed in her face, at her misfortunes. "Williams is not someone looking so vaguely, what could you have to make him see gold."

"Will you shut your mouth"

"You're not willing to listen, EH" the grip on her waist tightened, he spun her around and let her head fall back. "You're just a hook" "You just want to be the big fish that everyone will eat. You're not someone worthy."

The taunts were palpable in every word.

Alisha could be seen in his ear.

"I don't give a damn about your opinion" she declared with a smile on her lips. He didn't want to hear her blather.

He laughed.

"Well, you may be that way today. Wait for tomorrow" he raised an eyebrow looking at him in a way she couldn't make out. "Did you see her smile of happiness?"

He wanted to know who that guy was to make him pay for his bold words, she showed her best expression as the music continues.

"There's nothing in tomorrow."

"Isn't there?" the man asked with feigned innocence, he again let out a laugh full of malicious expression. "You are not a person worthy of Williams."

Well, to say it outright was too painful.

"Isn't he my husband?"

"Sure, you must say that because of that photograph in Williams' room."

"You speak so hastily" Alisha spun in the man's arms, smiling as she stared into his eyes. "Is that woman so important to my HUSBAND" she emphasized her last word before the music ended.

"Well, let's look forward to tomorrow."

"There's nothing"

"Thanks for the dance"

That stranger said a polite goodbye to Alisha before Gael returned.

Gael Williams approached placing his hands on the stranger's cheeks, watching him as if honey detached from his eyes. That was all fake, they are a fictional couple.

"When did you meet Spencer?" hearing that question she was a bit puzzled not knowing anyone by that name, and only then did Alisha know the name of that stranger.

"I don't know him..."

"You're trying to deny it" he raised an eyebrow. Gael flashed a gummy smile, he didn't like lies. "Think carefully."

"I don't at all."

"You've danced with someone you don't know" Gael seemed like someone easy to deal with, in reality, he was a sly fox to be wary of. "Is it fun, provoking me?"

"I am."

"You'd better forget it" he released the contact with that warm skin, coming close enough up to her ear. "During our marriage, you may not flirt with man, as it is one of the conditions of the contract" he warned her in a low voice.

As he withdrew a gleaming smile graced the husband's face, all that was false.

Alisha thought about Spencer's malicious words. You're not worthy of Williams, what could you possibly have. Highlighting insecurities creates a powerful impact. Those words jumped like a relentless echo in her head. She could only smile, thinking of Gael's past with that woman, elegant and beautiful.

Gael must have considered that person in the photograph a rare beauty, he must have waited a long time to meet that person, they seemed happy so much that they captured that memory of being on a gondola, they were both laughing, they must have made many promises together, traveling to luxurious places, going without fear before a society that would see them as a heavenly couple.

She repressed the depression inside her. He dispersed his thoughts by blinking repeatedly. Unaware of the sad countenance that was drawn on his face.

"We just danced" Alisha explained to him, ignoring that pain that oppressed his chest .

However, Gael thought she didn't take his warning seriously so he kissed her forehead to remind her.

"By pretending to be sad you plan to make me understand that you've fallen in love with me, a 'husband' you've only met three times?"

Alisha gently shook her head.

"I dare not do it, but I have loved you for ten years" she expressed honestly.

She wanted to start her plan ahead of time so that Gael would know her true identity, but seeing his cold face, she gave up the idea.

The banquet ended.

Alisha followed Gael towards the entrance of the building, his sports car was already parked waiting for its owner, the businessman took the keys from the employee and opened the door for his wife. As Mr. Williams' car started up, Alisha put on her seatbelt.

Alisha drove off in Gael's car.

She accidentally watched in the rearview mirror as Spencer drove off with a beautiful woman.

"If you want to cry, I should get off at the next intersection."

Hearing that sudden voice, she furrowed her brow.

"Who wants to cry? No one is crying."

Gael cocked a smile.

"It's just a precaution, I don't want you to damage my car."

"Can this clunker get damaged?" Alisha looked so surprised that she put a hand to her chest.

Gael laughed lightly. A smile tugged at his lips before he realized what he was doing and suddenly wiped himself out. He felt weird every time they've spoken.

"What?" she turned with sudden interest. Alisha missed that smile, missed that laugh. She wanted to throw herself into someone else's arms and give him a tight hug.

"Nothing."

Williams cleared his voice.

"Can't you stop being a bore" she tilted her gaze to the window. "Five minutes isn't going to kill you."

"You want to talk about responsibility? A college student can do that." Gael hid a smile, that girl could be a box of surprises.

"They can talk about a lot of things" she pouted crossing her arms at chest level. He averted his gaze to the window, those streets were unfamiliar, at least they gave him a good view. "We're going home."

"I want to sleep."

Gael turned at an intersection following the path to the huge house on the outskirts of town.

When Alisha awoke the next day Gael was gone.

The house felt extremely lonely.

There was not a sound to be heard.

The windows were locked, the curtains closed, giving the impression of a gloomy, gigantic house. The opposite side of the bed lay so neatly arranged, it seemed that no one had slept there, on the bedside table there was still that stupid picture of Gael with that woman.

Alisha was curious about the young businessman's past, she got out of bed, walking barefoot. She felt the coldness of the wood running through the soles of her feet.

As if her limbs were on automatic she went to the closet, the huge closet was made of wood, she grabbed the door and slid it open.

There were many outfits, stored on hangers, at the bottom were several cardboard boxes.

Alisha bent down and opened one at a time, rummaging for something relevant.

She was startled.

She found a glass box containing a baseball and remembered that she and Gael had met because of the baseball.

She held that box in her hands as she got up from the floor, it was impossible for her to still hold that memory. So many years had passed. Gael must still remember her.

At that moment, Gael suddenly appeared.

The door was slammed open.

Alisha was startled and the glass box she was holding fell to the floor and shattered.

Gael picked up the baseball.

"You're only staying at my house temporarily, don't consider this place your home" he warned her.

Seeing Gael's nervous look.

Alisha guessed that the baseball was something to do with the woman in the photograph in the room. She had always thought that all the things for the women in the house were bought at will by Gael, but now, she knew that they were specially prepared by him for that woman in the picture in his room.

The one he seemed to contemplate with a divine devotion.

She was only a temporary guest, and that beautiful, exquisite woman, who did not live there was the real hostess of the house.

"I can make up for the broken glass box," she said carefully to Gael.

He let out a derisive laugh.

"Even your family is supported by me, how could you ever repay it?"

Gael mercilessly shoved Alisha, causing the alien body to be returned to the floor. Gael didn't notice that when she fell, she landed on the broken glass.

Alisha looked at the broken glass box on the floor and understood that this person was the "baseball" that Gael valued, but she was the broken "glass box" that he would no longer look at even if it was broken.

The shards of glass dug into her legs. Those tiny shorts she wore as pajamas didn't help to avoid the wounds on her skin.

She wanted to get up but a pain shot through her body, immediately reflecting on her face.

"Can't you get up?"

"Fuck you" a tear rolled down her cheek, she pressed her lips together feeling the pain gnawing at her system. She pushed herself up and stood up.

Gael was startled to notice that crimson liquid running down his wife's legs.

"What the hell is that?" his eyes gradually widened.

"I just happened to fall in glass" he expressed sarcastically.

The cuts on her skin were not that deep, she went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit to clean her wounds, she sat on the edge of the bed cleaning the blood and then would place band aids on the wounds.

"Yo!"

"Get out!"

"Me!"

Alisha sighed.

"I'd better get the hell out of here, when you still can" she watched that older man. His face was very sinister. Gael swallowed saliva, those wounds had been his fault.

"I'm sorry..."

Alisha threw against the businessman a bottle of alcohol she was holding.

"Your apologies aren't going to cure me" she spat.

Gael left the room.

It was true, she felt so suffocated at that submissive attitude she could show. Gael must have waited a long time to meet that person. She knew she would never get his attention.

As she wiped one hand she took her own.

"I'll do it."

Gael had returned.

She didn't even hear the door open or walk toward it, only barely noticed a hand taking her own, for her eyes were clouded by a curtain of liquid. Droplets were falling on her thighs.

"No" she didn't even recognize his voice.

One after another the tears were falling on her thighs.

She didn't even know at what point she started sobbing, she could only feel that hand wrapping around her own, that quality feeling that hugged her chest.

"Stop crying, you look disgusting."

"You're disgusting."

She blinked causing two large drops to descend down her cheeks, meeting those beautiful gray eyes, then, she observed that multicolored color that adorned near the iris.

Her face that was usually expressionless.

It softened.

A hand caressed her cheek.

"We're from disgust."

Gael smiled, a sincere smile that infected her.

"You can stay."

"Am I not here" he wiped away her tears. "He's coming to help you."

Because he didn't know he was asking her to stay with her, not with this woman who seemed to rule his world. He wanted the right to be selfish.

She felt.

She knew that asking him that was a stupidity of the moment, that man she has loved for over ten years, he used to be a little slow to understand.

"I know."

Gael instinctively reached over and chastely kissed her lips.

He didn't know why he did it, he only understood that his heart stopped for a second, his tears once again furrowed his cheeks for the last time and a warmth came over his face.

"Stop crying you look..."

Alisha didn't hear what he was saying to her, she barely managed to keep watching those lips moving and articulating who knows what words.

She felt her heart racing.

And her senses almost completely disconnected, she let out a nervous laugh.

Gael was her first love, the one she didn't want to give up.

That night I entered that house, it was not by chance, although everyone thought so.

If I had imagined that this event would lead us to a grandfather imposing his opposition to obtain greater profits in agreements that did not concern me, but would be the main strategy, I would have given up saving him.

That night without hesitation I would have let him die.

I would have passed him by.

I should never have saved him.

I was dressed in my jeans, military style boots, a black shirt and my leather jacket.

I walked with my hands in my pockets as I circulated around the area in the company of a ballasted group, I prowled around like a wild beast in search of its prey, every night I saw elegant cars leaving that mansion, that memory is the sharpest thing I possess, I still regret it, that night I should have ignored the bullshit my group threw out.

"That loud voice of Daniel's warned me that my lack of courage would be uploaded to the networks and mocked for the rest of my days. "See, she's just a coward" I clenched my fists.

I clenched my fists.

Falling into such a mundane temptation shouldn't have been so easy but it was, having to lead with them, I just had to go into that mansion and bring a vase. Assuming the cameras managed to turn off in ten minutes I could go and come back.

Entering that mansion was not easy.

I also didn't know that the guy I randomly saved would be my husband, if I had known, I would have ignored him. I would have turned around and ignored his existence. I would have done everything but call an ambulance. Of course, there was also that uncertainty of going to prison for breaking various laws.

That dying man touched my nobility.

Because it was unfair to see him like that.

Jumping the security barriers was easy.

I fell crouching down to hold back the blow, I got up little by little, there were no guards. My friends, well, the group that used to bother me with their crap was left behind.

I advanced with stealthy steps along the front. Ignoring the fact that they would have more than one security camera, I walked across the garden, up the one step to grab the doorknob.

An easy challenge.

I would have earned enough, at least, to cover the cost of renting the apartment on the college campus. The strange thing came at that instant. The shocking thing was that hand that came through the door and grabbed my arm and pulled me in.

Staggering I barely managed to steady my gait on the soles of my boots and not break a bone, with my feet that used to be butter, I put up a little resistance.

That guy in front of me, he didn't seem to reason.

"Let go."

"Where had you gone?" his hoarse voice, made my alerts go off.

His bright eyes indicated to me that it wasn't me, it's not me he's talking to, who would be in front of him in his mirage. I didn't know. My alerts went off that man could do anything crazy.

"Do you even know who I am?" resisting I began to struggle. "Let go."

"Where did you go?" he insisted. "Tell me" I could hear the anxiety in his speech.

Scanning him with my eyes in a matter of seconds I understood his miserable state.

He had crimson liquid covered his face from his forehead descending down the left side of his face.

His lip was swollen.

A cut on the corner of his right side and his clothes were torn for a strange reason.

At that moment I glanced back at the body of another, I barely managed to distinguish a broken vase near a table full of snacks, it was a luxurious house prepared to give a good celebration. There was no one in that place, a suspicion crossed my mind at the mere thought that he was under the effect of some substance or the blow would be so powerful as to make him lose his reality.

I used my strength to free myself from his grasp.

"Speak!" of course my actions enraged him, they were like fuel to the fire, his voice became coarser and his countenance gradually changed, he had to get out of there. "Tell me, where did you go!"

I dodged the guy who tried to catch me in his arms.

I jumped away from his grasp.

I barely managed to duck a little.

My boots echoed off the soles of my boots impacting against the floor, that man must have been insane. I felt my heart racing too fast.

"I didn't go..."

"You're lying!" he roared.

His face looked like that of a ferocious hunter who would not stop until his hunger was satiated. When do I pass the prey?

I gulped.

Well, I was quickly running out of options. I had invaded someone else's property, that guy in front of me could be the owner, I had no idea what he wanted, he wanted who knows what and I barely understood in my conscience that I could go to prison.

That man was so hurt.

I had it on good authority that there were always extraordinary celebrations going on, it was impossible not to attend, people found out they were going for more than just a good night out.

Which was ironic.

He had a strange man in front of him who said the opposite of his festivity.

"You want some good punches" I wasn't scared of that guy, giving him a few good kicks would maybe make him react, I stripped off my leather jacket dropping it carelessly on the floor. "Come on, I'll make your mind clear".

Inciting a leaf litter could be considered a crime.

The man didn't even think about it.

"Ah!" I cried out in fright as I saw him lunge at me. "Stop!" I waved my hands in the air.

True, if I hit him I would be guilty of a crime I didn't do. That man threw a punch in the air, next, he kicked out wanting to hit my stomach. I narrowly dodged a severe blow that would take days to stop hurting.

I barely managed to awkwardly dodge the punches thrown, I didn't want to go to prison.

"Hey" "It wasn't true" I exclaimed with my nerves on edge. "Stop it" "Sir, can't you talk" I complained knowing I wasn't going to respond.

"I saw you!"

Did he not have two good eyes to differentiate the person in front of him, would that fight be so drastic that it left him with a concussion. I snorted. It was useless to reason with that man.

However, my boots slipped in a puddle on the floor, in fear of breaking my back for a glimmer of hope I managed to grab the collar of the other's shirt and that guy had no resistance not to let us fall.

A pair of lips hit full against mine.

I opened my eyes wide.

I quickly pushed the other's body away.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, not because of the contact but because of the liquid he spat on my mouth. I brought my hand to my lips, what had happened, that person had internal damage.

"Auch" I mumbled in a daze, pain ran down my spine. "Asshole" I spat shallowly, the opposite body seemed like a dead weight on me.

I was scared out of my wits. Whatever it was, that thing that happened would leave aftereffects, he had to get to a medical facility fast.

"Come on."

I stirred him.

My hands were gradually shaking, I had to get out fast. Although I gave the impression of a serious case among the underworld, I had to get caught up in that clumsy man's nonsense. I wanted to get the hell out but it was impossible.

I struggled for a moment and it was impossible to move him.

"Move! Go!"

I stretched out my arm wanting to reach for my jacket.

I barely managed to brush it with my fingertips. That man had to be an asshole, I couldn't hire a security system to protect him.

He would be so cheap.

There was no security, there was no one, he was stranded almost in the middle of nowhere. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a road in front of the residence, the same one that was facing the sea, when driving along the road you could notice that small garden behind the metal bars.

"Come on wake up" I begged knowing that I was unconscious, I must be so unlucky. "Don't die" I pleaded so pitifully. "Don't die, don't do it"

The ambulance arrived within minutes.

When the paramedics arrived, I could barely manage to know that it had been minutes and not hours, I had felt an eternity with every second that passed. That wounded man could die and my fingerprints were in his hair, because it was impossible not to stroke his hair in search of making him wake up.

"Quickly" the squad leader removed the man above me and they ripped his shirt completely off giving him first aid. "Blood pressure monitors."

The area medics in emergency were so efficient.

"Get him on the stretcher" he ordered leading the group. I wiped away that fluid, which was still running down the corners of the corner of my eyes. "Quick, he needs an xray and investigate how much organ damage has occurred."

A nurse helped me up.

I managed to make out how he was being carried on the stretcher towards the ambulance parked in front of the residence, a group of three men carried him carrying him, I breathed through my mouth being unable to calm my breathing.

"Your husband will not die" at that moment I felt a sense of relief, having no idea how much that woman nurse had gotten right and preceded in her words. "I will help you, come with me."

I followed.

I ended up riding in the back of the ambulance.

I was a key witness to the two times they made him keep his signs barely stable, I felt like I was watching a terrifying scene, that team of emergency medics battling to keep the injured man alive.

The defibrillator was used a total of two times.

"Quickly," a nurse banged into the cab, signaling the driver to call for a line and get to the hospital as quickly as possible, as the patient was dying. The patient will not hold on any longer.

That wounded man was connected to an oxygen tube, they had opened a wound in his neck by inserting a tube, they had intervened because his lungs did not seem to be able to carry enough oxygen to the body, I saw how they opened him, risking a crossroad to rescue him.

The crimson was on the gloves and on the man's shirt.

"What's taking so long?" complained another nurse in frustration at not making it to the hospital.

"The patient is the priority" roared the leader towards his colleagues, the monitors kept indicating how difficult it was for that unknown man, he really could have died sooner. "He keeps dropping his heart rate "

"What?" the nurse who had pounded his fist on the ambulance cab, turned to the monitor checking.

He heard so clearly that ambulance horn was still blaring. The cars seemed not to be moving because of a car accident on the road.

The emergency doctors seemed distressed at what seemed to be the terrible outcome for the injured man.

It took them about half an hour to arrive.

"Quickly to the operating room."

"He has several internal damage" reported the team leader in the ambulance.

I barely managed to understand that the ambulance had been stopped, that we were in the In the parking lot area, an attending physician in the emergency area had arrived.

He told the emergency team to take him to the operating room.

I walked trembling over the ambulance, I was in the back of the ambulance. On my walk around I discovered that there was too much blood in the ambulance, I didn't know what I was supposed to do that place.

"Ma'am, don't move" a nurse stopped me as I tried to get out of the ambulance. "You feel dizzy."

I denied.

"You need to go get checked out."

He opened one of my eyes shining a small flashlight into it, I felt like I was suspended from reality, it looked like a mockery and that a nightmare.

"Follow the light."

I did as he instructed.

He helped by wiping the traces of blood on my jaw, discovering that those traces of blood did not belong to me.

"You need to do a check" ordered the nurse.

I could hardly understand that that place was not where I was supposed to be, I was not even his relative, I must have gone crazy wanting to jump the boundaries of that barrier and enter that house.

I was taken by the nurse to the emergency room, they performed an excessive amount of medical checks, I did not resist. I followed every order the doctors gave me.

"Your husband will be fine."

I didn't know why they kept repeating it over and over again. That man who could barely move was not my husband, nodding vaguely I averted my gaze down a long hallway.

"He'll be out of surgery soon" the nurse who was helping me dress kept giving me words of comfort. "You must be a little groggy"

I didn't respond.

I knew that house, I used to drive by the road that was right across the street from the huge house in the 'WIN' area of 63rd Avenue in the city, there was no one who didn't know that place.

I knew it was a terrible idea.

Sitting in the waiting room I clenched my fists, that moment the anguish in my chest kept me tied to the seat, unable to leave. I pulled the air from my lungs in a long sigh that drew certain stares.

"Young man" I jumped in my place as I felt a hand on my shoulder, there was no turning back, a police officer was in front of me. "You must accompany us."

"Ah?"

I blurted out.

"We have a few questions for you" the officer indicated. I must have freaked out the moment my feet followed him so collaboratively.

That was the indication of a bad omen.

Seeing that barely visible scar on his neck made me think he must have had a bad time in the operating room, it must have been sad to wake up and not find a familiar face.

"Ready" Gael smiled with a huge smile on his lips, that man was impossible not to love, his beauty so unique made my heart pound. "It's still painful."

That cold look had been wiped away.

A hint of guilt glared through his eyes in an instant, same that was replaced by an expressionless face.

"Go show your ugly tears somewhere else" he spat at my resounding silence.

I closed my eyes.

A couple of tears fell, I opened them again, smiled slyly and seeing him squatting in front of me, without much thought I nudged my foot into his chest.

"No one asks for your disgusting kindness" I replied, he fell down sitting on the floor.

"Oh!" he feigned astonishment. "You are good at theater, have you ever thought of being an actress" his voice full of derision, made me raise my chin.

"You want to be corrected."

"A college girl wants to correct me" he dropped completely on the floor, stretched out in front of the bed, a laugh reached my ears so melodically. "It's impossible"

"Do I look like a joke?" furrowing my brow I pinned my eyes on that businessman. "Sir."

"Huh?" Gael noticed my sarcasm, his laughter stopped and for an instant I hated myself, he sat on the floor again. "Can't you be a little more generous, I've been kind..."

"And I should repay you?" I rolled my eyes.

"You will."

Gael looked interested.

"I think there's something wrong with your head" I cut off abruptly whatever gibberish was coming out of his mouth, Gael smiled as he got up from the floor.

"It might be guilt" he mumbled, I would have thought I imagined it but for the overwhelming silence, barely our voices could be heard in the huge residence.

"Now I have to wear some cuts on my thighs" I complained. "You want recognition for that too" I faced him without taking my eyes from his.

He was such an attractive man.

Gael smiled.

Gael disappeared for long hours.

He was amazing at leaving, leaving no footprints or traces, in that huge house while he was walking, the only thing that reached my ears were my own footsteps echoing.

I went down to the kitchen.

I turned on the stove frying some eggs, heated the coffee in the pot and some toast would be the little that would carry my stomach for the rest of the day.

I didn't have a person in charge of the pantry.

In that huge house there were only luxuries, and food, frustrated at the misfortunes that were beginning to surround me. I ended up carrying the food to the dining room.

"The gravy" I mumbled, jumping up from my chair.

However, as I jumped out of my seat I ended up hitting the wood causing the impact to roll the vase of the vase that was almost in the center and it fell to the floor shattering completely.

When I took a step I slipped.

"Fuck" I cried out gasping.

A glass had stuck the sole of my foot.

Clumsily I had fallen forward cushioning the blow against my torso. Water had trickled under the table reaching this side of the dining room, glass had scattered in several directions as the vase shattered. Gasping I waddled a bit, moving away from the mess.

I dropped to the floor, rolling over my own body, I was fighting the pain, barely managing to sit up only to find that everything was getting worse. I had a wound on my lower leg, as I went agates there was another piece of glass that tore my skin, I was bleeding too much.

Without thinking with my bare hands I removed the glass on the sole of my foot, which was the worst stupid thing I did up to that point, there was too much crimson bathing my foot.

I blindly searched through my clothes for my cell phone, wanting to dial Gael's number.

"I have to find..." at that instant like a bolt of lightning went through my head, the truth I didn't have Gael's phone number.

I had never had his number.

I scrolled through my contacts dialing a number, the one that undoubtedly wouldn't ignore me.

"I... you can come over."

"What's wrong?" his voice altered in seconds barely catching mine, it would be so terrible my speaking.

"I need you to come to the address..." I indicated the address almost on the edge, that unbearable pain was taking away the lucidity of my senses, I thought I would bleed to death at that moment the call was hung up.

I don't know how long it took before someone knocked on the door, I walked with my slow gait until I attended to the person behind the door.

"Alisha" her voice came out as a whisper as my eyes momentarily closed. "What happened?"

Louis carried me into the bedroom.

I blinked wanting to end that numbing feeling covering my body, I felt the ceiling was moving slightly.

"Was it him?"

"No" I answered without hesitation.

Louis cleaned my wound, applied his knowledge of medicine to deal with the mess I had ended up accidentally causing.

"You need to get some rest."

"I'm fine" I stood up a little but he stopped me. I had known him for so long. "It's just a small wound"

"I stitched some stitches in the 'small' wound" Louis forced me to lie down on the bed, staying on the edge, he knew I was scared because of the wounds and blood loss. "I also applied antibiotics to stop the infection."

"Overdoing it is..."

"Shut up" he ordered me.

I slept for a few minutes.

"I must go" he informed in his whisper over my ear, causing me to startle and react in alarm. "Remember to take medication to prevent infection."

"I'll take you to the door"

"That's not necessary" she declined.

"It's the least I can do" knowing how stubborn I could be, he simply relented letting me lead him to the door. "Thank you" I mused in farewell as I opened the door to the front entrance.

Louis didn't understand why she was protecting the creepy man she has married, they have a few days together, he understood why she went to him, he knew she didn't think it was wise to go to the hospital having only been married a few days. He has been her psychologist for years. He is very concerned about that young woman who could be suffering from domestic violence.

"You have to say whatever is going on" Louis insisted before walking out the door. "It's normal to be afraid, we can work it out."

Alisha smiled.

"I'm fine" she stated, trying to assuage that concern in her psychologist, Louis is important to her.

"Good" Louis nodded sympathetically before walking completely out the door, no sooner had he walked down the front step than he heard the sound of the door closing.

As he walked through the garden.

Louis noticed a car pull into the driveway of the residence, a young curly haired man got out of the car, Gael was coming home.

Louis pulled into the driveway of the residence observing the young Gael returning after hours of being away from home.

"You and Alisha just got married, you have no right to do that to her" the doctor reminded him in a neutral voice. He was really concerned that both of them are young they should be in a healthy relationship, not going to extremes.

Gael frowned.

"Does that concern you?" his guttural voice rose too high. "Who are you?" Gael faced the doctor.

Alisha who had put on a long dress to cover her wounds, upon hearing that voice belonging to the young householder, withdrew from the wood she was lying on and opened up.

"It's my cousin!" she rushed out and explained to young Williams. "He was just about to leave" as he arrived next to the doctor he gave him a slight push making him leave towards the road, it was true, they have lived for years in his grandparents' house. It's normal for her cousin to worry about her.

After making Louis leave.

Her cousin waved goodbye making his walk towards the station.

When Alisha turned, she noticed Gael's cold face.

"I know I'm not supposed to consider your house my home, you don't have to say it" Alisha hastened to emphasize, glaring at the young Williams.

Gael smiled coldly.

"Why did you have him come?"

Alisha hesitated.

Without waiting for her to answer Gael continued.

"I am the owner of this house, and only I can invite guests to my home," he said impatiently. "You must be a competent temporary guest."

"I know" Alisha admitted. "You have to be a pain in the neck all the damn time."

Sure, she would accept that she is a guest in that beautiful house full of luxuries but she would not allow herself to be implicitly called incompetent. He had to know his place.

Gael downplayed it by pinning his gaze on that attire of his wife's.

"What? That's how you go out to receive your relatives" Gael observed that ugly dress his not so perfect wife was wearing. "You can't do that right, you want to make them see that your 'husband' is mistreating you".

"You're not doing that already" she wouldn't bow to those spitefilled words, standing at a considerable distance it seemed they were locked in a corner with no way out.

Maybe it's that intimidating look that made her feel so small.