BETRAYED
I slowly opened my eyes to the morning light. Birds chirped, and sunlight spilled through the window. The tranquility shattered as I realized everything I owned was gone.
"Oh no! I was robbed. How could this happen?" I gasped. My entire world vanished in the blink of an eye. The living room echoed with emptiness, and my legs gave way as I stumbled, collapsing in shock.
Where do I start? Who could do such a thing? Five years of my life's possessions, vanished. Desperation set in as I realized my card, my lifeline, was missing. Tears flowed as I mourned the loss of my money, my security, my everything.
Sasha, I thought. I trusted her. We went clubbing last night. How could she betray me like this? My hard-earned belongings, my mother's legacy, all gone.
In despair, I wept, questioning my next move. An empty apartment with a looming lease deadline awaited me. Then, Ken, my fiancé of five years, flashed in my mind. Yes, Ken would stand by me. I rushed to find my card, but it too had disappeared.
In haste, I gathered the cash I could find, hailed a cab, and headed to Royal Dynasty, Ken's family company in the heart of C city. As I reached there, I bypassed familiar faces and headed to Ken's office on the 23rd floor. Yet, my heart shattered when I discovered Ken and Sasha in a compromising position.
"How could you?" I screamed, slapping Sasha, only to receive a blow from Ken. "At least I don't have to pretend to love you anymore," he callously declared. Sasha, my stepsister, joined in laughter as Ken's security escorted me out.
Devastated, I had nowhere to turn but my father's house. Sharing Sasha's betrayal, my father and stepmother nonchalantly revealed they arranged my marriage to Raymond, the Lanister family's son. A mute and mentally unstable man, I recoiled at the shocking prospect of being sold for financial gain.
Refusing to accept this fate, I fled into the rainy night, seeking refuge. Alone in a desolate shed, I cried out to my deceased mother. Suddenly, a car arrived, and a group of men carried me inside, where darkness claimed me.
The next morning...
I awoke to unfamiliar surroundings, pain piercing through me. Naked and violated, I heard a soothing voice, belonging to a man. Overwhelmed, he proposed marriage, promising to provide and fulfill my every desire. Bewildered, I hesitated as he reassured me, vowing not to hurt his "baby." In awe, I pondered his unexpected proposal, wondering how this stranger would change my destiny.
ANTONIO'S POV
As I walked into the lavish penthouse that overlooked the entire city, my thoughts were consumed by the enigmatic woman lying in my bed. The city lights glittered below, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within me.
My name is Antonio De Luca, the wealthiest man in C City, known for my success in the corporate world and my aversion to personal entanglements, especially with women. An allergy, they called it, a peculiar condition that made me distance myself from the fairer sex. Until last night.
The night unfolded in an intimate dance, a shared journey that went beyond the physical. As we connected on a level untouched by the constraints of my usual reservations, a sense of liberation surged through me. The allergy that had kept me distant from women lost its grip in the presence of the woman .
Her touch was a revelation, an exploration of uncharted territories that awakened dormant sensations. The quiet murmurs and shared breaths echoed in the room, creating a symphony of connection that resonated through our entwined bodies.
In that moment, making love to this stranger was more than a physical act; it became a testament to breaking free from the constraints of my past. The vulnerability she displayed, the trust she placed in me, fueled a desire to offer her solace and pleasure in return.
As our bodies moved in synchrony, it was as if time itself had paused to acknowledge the union of two souls. The weight of her past betrayals, the pain etched in her eyes, found solace in the shared intimacy of that night.
Afterward, as we lay entangled in the aftermath, a sense of tenderness and protectiveness settled over me. Making love to this woman had not only defied my allergy but had also unveiled a depth of emotion I hadn't known existed. In that sacred space, I vowed to be the sanctuary she needed, a haven in a world that had shown her cruelty.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on our intertwined forms. As I held my baby in my arms, a sense of fulfillment and connection lingered, leaving an indelible mark on the heart of the richest man in C City.
Curiosity and a sense of responsibility drove me to investigate her background. In the hallowed halls of wealth and power, secrets were currency, and I was adept at uncovering them. The story that unfolded painted a picture of betrayal and heartache.
Anna, it seemed, had been robbed of her possessions, deceived by those she trusted. The very fabric of her life torn apart in a single night. Her fiancé, Ken, and her stepsister, Sasha, had orchestrated this heartless betrayal. The wealth they sought to gain had blinded them to the pain they inflicted on Anna.
As I delved deeper into her past, the layers of her vulnerability unfolded. Engaged at the lowest point in her life, she had sought refuge in her lover, only to be met with a slap and callous laughter. Her family, cold and calculating, sought to sell her to a man who could offer them financial gain, regardless of the consequences to Anna's well-being.
Witnessing her tear-stained face in the dim light of my penthouse, I felt an unfamiliar surge of emotions. Pity, compassion, and a burning desire to shield her from further harm. Anna, a victim of treachery, became a beacon of change in my meticulously controlled existence .I then vowed to make her mine and protect her.