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96. It Wasn't Perfect
eight months laterMany things have changed after the trial of Raúl Sandoval. He has been sentenced to 45 years in prison for his various crimes, including crimes he committed and many others where he executed the order to others to do them.My father regained his prestige in the business world. The company recovered its former splendor; of course, Lucas and Alejandro had something to do with it. They have been working alongside him all this time. They have also been responsible for bringing to light Raúl Sandoval's misdeeds.My father's shipping company and Lucas's family company have signed agreements to continue working together. This is about more than just business; it's about agreements between "family." Not just because Lucas and I are married again, but also because Lucía and Alejandro finally united their lives two months ago. Searching for that long-awaited baby they both wanted didn't take long. I still can't believe that in seven months, I'll be Auntie; I can hardly get us
1. The Meeting
Another of those nights where I must pretend to be the perfect daughter. The woman of high class that dresses elegantly, wearing the essential fashion brands for one of the many parties that my father hosts.I finish putting on the long black Gucci dress, my matching high-heeled sandals, and I check, once again, that both my makeup and hairstyle are perfect. I was about to leave my room when someone knocked on the door.I open it and meet Rosa. "Miss Sienna, the guests are arriving. Mr. Mauricio has asked me to come and get you". I give a sincere smile to my nanny. "I'll be right there.""Perfect, I'll tell your father,” She says, and I go-ahead to go down the monumental marble staircase.I walk through the vast room and finally out into the garden where the party is taking place. "You're finally ready, daughter!" My father says when he sees me, and I give him a shy smile."You should find yourself a girlfriend, so I would stop fulfilling the
2. Invitations
I walk towards him, observing his elegant demeanor while he waits for his glass of champagne. I don't understand why he is not in one of those giant Calvin Klein advertisements that you find in the shopping centers."May I join you?" I ask him when I get to his side, trying not to show how attractive he seems to me.Sienna, you must not fall for him, My inner self tells me, but I think it's a little late.He looks at me from head to toe with those big blue eyes and then fixes them on my gray eyes. " Of course you can," he says, smiling at me, "young man, a glass of champagne for the miss per favore," tells the bartender, and I melt with his accent."Thank you," I say with a smile on my face, and then I grab the glass, "Come, let's go over there," I propose pointing to one of the tall cocktail tables that are free in a corner."I never would have imagined that Mauricio had a daughter so bella'." He says, and I love how the word
3. Negotiations
Next dayAfter having slept more than usual, since I went to bed very late last night and spending a relaxed Sunday at home; It's time to get ready for dinner with Lucas. I chose a set consisting of a short white skirt, a strappy blouse close to the body in the same color, and a black blazer with white details and matching heels. I look for my favorite matching Prada bag and make sure my light brown hair falls properly in waves above my shoulders."Perfect," I say to myself in front of the mirror and leave the room.I walk downstairs and say goodbye to my father; he reads a book in the mansion's main hall. "Will you go out?" He asks me with a shy smile."Yes, father, I will go to dinner with some friends," I lie.I suppose he would not like the idea of me going to dinner with the man who will be his next partner."Be Careful," he says like he always does, and I throw him a kiss from a distance."I love you, father!" I s
4. A Plan for Revenge
Ten days after:I am staying in a luxurious hotel room as requested by the person that will be my husband in a few hours. Once again, I observe the large white box wrapped with a bow of the same color on the bed. I open it and find a fancy and exquisite wedding dress that I will wear in just one hour. It is still difficult for me to assimilate that I have agreed to this, but everything Lucas has told me is true. I have given myself the task of investigating the finances of the vessel company and even my father's. He is on the verge of bankruptcy, and I can't allow that to happen, knowing it's my fault.I take out the dress, put it on my hands, and when I remove it from the box, I am speechless; it is the same model as the one I had chosen to marry Ramiro. How does Lucas know about this? I wonder again and remove the little card inside."Since you haven't worn it with him, I thought you could wear it with me. I'll wait for you. Lucas"Idiot, I don
5. The Wedding Party
My father slowly approaches me, and when he is two steps away from me, Lucas takes my hands between his. "Daughter, what is all this?" my father asks, confused and somewhat dissatisfied.I want to answer and shout the whole truth, but if I do it, nothing I have done will have been worth it. I look at my father silently."Mauricio, I can explain," Lucas interrupts with his arrogant tone that I dislike so much."I would appreciate that Lucas," my father replies in a tone that is practically a claim, and I understand his attitude perfectly."I understand that you are confused, but the night that your daughter and I have met at your house, it wasn't the first time," he says, and I don't quite understand what he is about to plot."How is that possible?, Would you like to explain to me how this ended in a marriage?" He demands, and I have a panic attack here."Sienna and I met when she traveled alone to her frustrated honeymoon in Capri," he start
6. Heading to Italy
I go back to the same room where I dressed for my wedding, the one that now witnesses the tears that run down my cheeks, as I put on the short white dress that Lucas has left on the bed with a note that says, "Put this on." The dress is practically a copy of the same one that I wear in Capri. I no longer understand what he expects from me. Is he trying to torture me with memories?Now I understand the reason for bringing the suitcase with clothes; it was to travel to Italy. I dread traveling to that place with him. What if he hurts me?While I can't stop thinking about how my life has turned into a nightmare in a matter of days, I walk the corridors of this hotel until I reach the reception. I see him waiting for me at the hotel entrance, and when he sees me, he approaches and takes my suitcase."It would be nice if you hurry. The pilot is waiting for us," he asks me as I follow him to leave the hotel and get into the limousine."Pilot?" I ask, conf
7. You'll have to pretend
I dreamed of something different for my life. I had the illusion of marrying someone who loved me without limits, becoming a mother, traveling the world with him. Still, this is not the case. I married someone who uses me for his revenge.I am sitting inside this room, watching through the small window as the city gets smaller until the clouds appear. These look like cotton, softening the way the plane moves a bit. I wish I could float among them and disappear.Once the plane stabilizes, I stand up and go to bed to lie on it. I close my eyes, trying to return to my imperfect world, which was better than the one I live in now. I get carried away until I fall asleep.[…]A rub on my back makes me open my eyes, and once again, I don't know what is happening. I have fallen asleep. I turn to see who it is, and I see Lucas staring at me as his fingers caress my skin.I sit on the bed, a little scared, and move until my back hits the ba