Capítulo 2: Chapter 2
After the ceremony, Lucia was taken to a suite in a nearby hotel to wait for Daylen. The heavy door creaked shut behind her, her thought racing with escape plans.
She put her ears to the door, listening for the bodyguards' footsteps to fade away. The silence was her cue; she slowly turned the handle and slipped out into the corridor.
Freedom beckoned, but she had only taken a few steps forward when strong arms grasped her, dragging her back into the room. The door banged shut, and Lucia was trapped in once again.
What droze her next attempt was desperation. She ran to the window and threw it open, letting in a dizzing six-story plummet below.
Her heart sank as she stared down to the far pavement, the wind whipping her hair into a mess.
Jumping was a desperate, deadly option; she couldn't take the risk. Deflated, she dropped unto the bed, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes.Recollections poured into her head, tempting her with the possibilities.
She thought back to her first encounter with Alex, his saving of her life, and her promise to marry him. However, destiny had ruthlessly twisted her goals, entangling her in this loveless marriage to Daylen.
In any case, why had he married her? How did this charade benefit him? With no solutions, the questions whirled about in her mind like a frustrating jigsaw puzzle. Lucia lay there, lost and defenceless, waiting for Daylen to arrive with a palpable sense of impending doom.
Lucia's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door. Daylen's imposing presence filled the room, with an elegance that contradicted his frightening demeanour, he strolled into the room.
Lucia felt a knot in her gut as the strong smell of cigar smoke filled the room. Daylen's commanding deep voice called for her to come closer, his intense eyes staring at her. Lucia paused, trying to find a way out of the approaching conflict.
Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper when she ventured,
"I don't like the smell of smoke." She was aware that it was a weak excuse.
Daylen's demeanour did not change, but he quietly put out the cigar, moving with efficiency and accuracy. His voice low and ominous, the air vibrating with tension as he repeated his instruction.
Reluctantly getting out of bed, Lucia's legs carried her forward as if driven by a force beyond of her control, her pulse pounding with fear.
Daylen's hands sprang out as she got closer, locking onto her waist with an iron grip. She was left reeling and gasping when his lips found hers and claimed her.
Though Lucia's body appeared to betray her, reacting with an intensity that left her startled, to the heat that Daylen aroused, her mind raced with complaints.
Daylen's sharp, narrowed eyes spoke volumes as he said,
'I heard you tried to run away.' With her thoughts racing over the consequences of her attempted escape, Lucia's heart missed a beat. She responded , her voice almost audible above a whisper,
"Yes, I did, why should we stay married when you know fully well that I mistakenly believed you to be Alex?"
Daylen's voice was emotionless and his countenance stayed unwavering.
"It is irrelevant. I now call you my wife."
Lucia was struck by the finality of his words like a chill wave, making her feel helpless and hopeless. Considering that their sole interaction had been a quick encounter at a banquet with Alex, she found it incomprehensible that Daylen would force her into this loveless marriage.
Lucia asked a daring question, her perplexity and rage boiling over.
"Are you fond of me?" She looked for some sign of warmth, some trace of affection, but Daylen's features stayed as rigid as rock.
"Let's use that as an excuse for the time being," he said, his voice oozing with unnerving passion.
"Furthermore, it doesn't matter to me how you feel about Alex, don't let me see anything I shouldn't see."
Lucia felt vulnerable and threatened as the threat loomed overhead like a sword of Damocles. With an unwavering authority, Daylen's voice carved words into the air like a hard, merciless stone.
"Never say no to me, never look at a man outside of your husband, and never allow anything against me."
These are the ground rules of this marriage. The declaration weighed Lucia down like a thick curtain, stifling her.
Her voice rose in indignation, and her eyes blazed with anger.
"I refuse to listen to you!"
Her statements came out of a desperate attempt to maintain her independence in the face of an increasingly uncontrollable scenario.
Daylen's eyes glinted with a knowing light, and his smile was a thin, wicked slice.
"I am the one with the final say in this marriage," he said, his tone a soft murmur that disguised the steel underneath.
Lucia was left feeling helpless and imprisoned, akin to a bird in a golden cage, by the words' unnerving certainty.
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