After a night of awful sleep, I open my eyes feeling too hot. When trying to move to the side of the bed, I fully understand what is happening; he is sleeping next to me. I feel like pushing him until he falls out of bed, but the truth is that he looks incredibly handsome asleep.His black hair is pretty messy but in a very sexy way. It's the first time I've stopped to see how long her lashes are. And not to mention that barely grown beard that fits him perfectly. My gaze travels over her body, only covered by the boxer he is wearing. The lower line is marked with a broad and worked back, and even his buttocks are toned. His work and masculine legs are difficult to ignore, and I can only imagine him without clothes to continue discovering his attributes. I take a deep breath to try to keep my sanity. He is perfect.Sienna, that's not the plan. I scold myself and look away from him as I realize he opens his eyes. "Sorry, but he was killing my back," he tells me, and I l

It is difficult for me to pretend that everything is fine in front of his parents. Especially when we are all sitting around the table, my so-called in love husband leaves kisses on the corner of my lips during breakfast."Son, haven't you taken your wife to the yacht yet?" asks his father quite enthusiastically."I was thinking of doing it today," Lucas responds."It is a perfect plan, son; the weather is ideal for sailing. Besides, we imagine that you want to be alone and enjoy your honeymoon. I can't wait for the day you tell us that we will be grandparents," says Laura, and I think I have to choke on the piece of croissant."Are you okay?" Lucas asks me sarcastically."Yes, all good," I say curtly and look at his mother. "Laura, I'm sorry, but we don't have plans to have children for now," I explain.I can't let this poor woman get excited about having grandchildren. However, his parents look at me strangely. I don't understand why.

I find myself sitting in front of him with a glass of champagne in my hand. His penetrating gaze on me, "I should consult with a lawyer to know how to make that will invalid," he comments.I still don't understand how he hasn't thought about this before. “I thought you were an intelligent man. Didn't you notice the minor detail that we should have a child before seeking revenge and getting me into this?" I ask sarcastically and take a sip of the exquisite champagne.His silence makes me think I'm right. He didn't think about it. "I wanted my parents to mistrust you when they met you; so, they won't name the clause. But I don't know why, they liked you from day one. Maybe, if they knew that your father was responsible for my sister's death, they would change opinion "he explains, and this information it's new for me."They don't know?" I ask, totally surprised, and he denies it. "My sister never told them she was pregnant, she half confessed that secret and

"Is that why you left the house as a fugitive?" he claims while the limo takes us home.I don't want to answer or look at him."Speak!" he demands again, and I have no choice but to fix my gaze on his."Yes! I went with him because I never want to see you again in my life. I suppose you will be happy that you achieved your assignment before the end of the year, right? You have done to me more harm than you could do to anyone in record time "I reply and look away from him again."Sienna ..." I hear him say to me in a small voice."Don't tell me anything. I don't want to know anything about you," I reply immediately and cross my arms."I'm so sorry about the other day," he says suddenly, and I can't understand how he can be so hypocritical.I decide to keep quiet and turn to look at him to let him know that I don't believe a single word of what he has said."I was carried away by anger ... by the pain it caused me to rem

A week laterLeaving the hospital was not an easy task. Besides recovering physically, it took me several psychological studies, therapy, and telling part of the story to convince the doctors that I would not try again. So after a week hospitalized, I finally finished fixing the bag with the clothes Lucas sent me through my father. For the last time, I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My dark circles are still there but, it is not that I have spent my days having fun in a spa, much less resting in a hotel."Daughter, are you ready?" my father exclaims from the room. I immediately get out of the bathroom.He smiles at me, but his tired face makes me understand that what I did hurt him more than I could imagine. He did not move from this room while I was hospitalized. As I listened to him cry at night and say my mother's name, I realized that I didn't think of anything at all when I tried to kill myself. I didn't remember that I am my father's only thing in