Wishing for my husband´s child
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Chapter 6 BASELESS PROPOSAL img
Chapter 7 IMPOSSIBLE CRAVINGS TO SATISFY img
Chapter 8 A DIRTY TRICK img
Chapter 9 A DIAGNOSIS img
Chapter 10 A STRATEGY img
Chapter 11 WAS THERE ANY REASON TO STAY MARRIED NOW img
Chapter 12 A CONFRONTATION img
Chapter 13 BOARD MEETING img
Chapter 14 JOINING FORCES img
Chapter 15 ACCIDENT img
Chapter 16 CLOSENESS img
Chapter 17 A CHANCE img
Chapter 18 GREED img
Chapter 19 ATTRACTION img
Chapter 20 THE INEVITABLE img
Chapter 21 A MISTAKE img
Chapter 22 FATAL DISCOVERY img
Chapter 23 A RACING HEART img
Chapter 24 CHAOS AND A PREMONITION img
Chapter 25 PREGNANT img
Chapter 26 BAD LUCK img
Chapter 27 DECISIONS THAT COST img
Chapter 28 OBJECTIVE NOT ACHIEVED img
Chapter 29 THE THIRD TIME MUST BE THE CHARM img
Chapter 30 THE BOARD MEETING img
Chapter 31 FACING REALITY img
Chapter 32 A GOOD MANIPULATOR img
Chapter 33 WAS IT SPITE img
Chapter 34 DEEP JEALOUSY img
Chapter 35 SHARP FEELINGS img
Chapter 36 ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR FEELINGS! img
Chapter 37 YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH IT img
Chapter 38 WHEN MALICE TAKES HOLD img
Chapter 39 REVEALING TRUTHS img
Chapter 40 PASSION CANNOT BE DENIED img
Chapter 41 LOVERS img
Chapter 42 WHAT ARE YOUR TRUE INTENTIONS img
Chapter 43 LOST MEMORIES img
Chapter 44 AMELIE, YOU MUST TRUST ME img
Chapter 45 BLACKMAIL img
Chapter 46 AN IRREMEDIABLE DECISION img
Chapter 47 YOU MUST BE CALM img
Chapter 48 I JUST WANT YOU TO BE MINE img
Chapter 49 FROM CALM TO PAIN img
Chapter 50 A DEVASTATING SCENE img
Chapter 51 TORTURING MY HEART img
Chapter 52 NEWS THAT LEAVE THEIR MARK img
Chapter 53 TRYING TO SAVE WHAT REMAINS img
Chapter 54 FLEEING WITHOUT FACING img
Chapter 55 A BROKEN HEART img
Chapter 56 A DEVIL ON THE LOOSE img
Chapter 57 A LOVE THAT DOESN'T ABANDON img
Chapter 58 DEEP JEALOUSY img
Chapter 59 I CAN'T HIDE WHAT I FEEL img
Chapter 60 AMELIE MANSON img
Chapter 61 REVELATIONS OF THE HEART img
Chapter 62 A MIXTURE OF HARSH FEELINGS img
Chapter 63 TEARING PAIN img
Chapter 64 KARMA img
Chapter 65 A DEEP RAGE img
Chapter 66 BARTOLOMEO AND FORGIVENESS img
Chapter 67 WAKE img
Chapter 68 THE WILL img
Chapter 69 THE PLAN HAS BEGUN img
Chapter 70 THE DIVIDED COUNCIL img
Chapter 71 IT'S TIME TO RETURN img
Chapter 72 THE LONG-AWAITED RETURN img
Chapter 73 WHEN MY EYES SAW HER img
Chapter 74 MY HEART STILL FEELS LOVE img
Chapter 75 HOW CAN HE BE SO CRUEL img
Chapter 76 I CAN'T BE MOVED SO EASILY img
Chapter 77 I CAN'T STAND IT UNTIL HER RETURN img
Chapter 78 NERVES ON EDGE img
Chapter 79 HOW CAN HE BE SO CRUEL img
Chapter 80 FOR CONVENIENCE OR FOR DESIRE img
Chapter 81 BURNING FIRE img
Chapter 82 I DON'T WANT HIM TO LEAVE img
Chapter 83 FRUSTRATION RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS img
Chapter 84 SHE WANTS IT TOO img
Chapter 85 ALMOST EXPOSED img
Chapter 86 CLOSE TO AN ABSOLUTE TRUTH img
Chapter 87 IT CAN'T BE img
Chapter 88 LOSING CONTROL img
Chapter 89 A TERRIBLE SCHEME img
Chapter 90 DAMIAN MUST RETURN img
Chapter 91 WHAT IS HE DOING HERE img
Chapter 92 AN EXCESSIVE WAR img
Chapter 93 FAILED ATTEMPTS img
Chapter 94 THE TRIAL img
Chapter 95 LOOKING HER IN THE FACE img
Chapter 96 THIS CAN'T BE POSSIBLE img
Chapter 97 A REUNION WITH THE INEVITABLE img
Chapter 98 BEYOND AN AGREEMENT img
Chapter 99 LIBERATED HEART img
Chapter 100 A LAST CHANCE img
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Chapter 5 THE WEDDING NIGHT

Damián Feldman

My father's marriage was complete madness. I still can't understand how he could marry a woman so young, practically my age... It's absurd to think that woman has good intentions.

She's nothing more than an opportunist, just like Magnolia. Just remembering her name causes a burning in my chest. Damn you, Magnolia!

My phone rang. It was my father.

"How's your wedding night going?" I asked coldly.

"Son, I need you to go to the hill estate. I expect to see you there."

I rolled my eyes when I heard him.

"Why do you want me to go, old man? I have company balance sheets to deliver, I'm working late."

"I want to talk to you. I'll be waiting for you, at seven sharp."

"Father, what are you talking about? It's your wedding night. I don't want to see your wife or celebrate anything."

"I'll see you at seven, my dear Damián. Don't be late."

My father hung up, and I felt my cheeks burn. I had never been able to disobey his orders. I couldn't be like Rosalía. I looked at the clock: six o'clock.

Just in time to go to the Hill estate.

I drove slowly, resisting the idea of being part of that medieval spectacle. Upon arriving, I noticed that the lights of the estate were off. It didn't look like anything was being celebrated.

I took out my keys and opened the door. In front of me, the jacuzzi was on and a bottle of champagne rested next to two glasses. My father, once again, was bordering on the ridiculous.

"Dad! I'm here," I called, but there was no answer.

I sat down in the elegant living room and sent him a message: "I'm here."

He didn't reply.

Then, an intoxicating perfume filled the air. Feminine. Seductive. And slow footsteps broke the silence. I turned instinctively toward the hallway... and blushed.

It was her.

Amelie.

She wore a tiny lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. Her hair fell over her shoulders provocatively, and her crimson red lips stood out with a hypnotic charm.

But her expression... her expression was sad. Of course! Because of seeing me here.

"Amelie, what are you doing walking around the house dressed like that?" I asked, feeling the heat rising up my neck, as she paled.

"You... you, wh-what are you doing here? Mr. Damián, where is my husband?" she asked with evident nervousness, covering herself as best she could with her arms while looking in all directions.

"If you don't know... He was the one who summoned me. Where is my father? Answer me, gold digger!" I snapped at her with contempt. I knew she used her charms to manipulate him. That's why he had married her; he couldn't resist.

I watched her in silence. She was, without a doubt, too attractive. Sensual. Provocative. How was my poor old man going to resist such temptation? She looked spectacular.

I felt the heat rise up my neck and had to loosen my tie a little.

"Damián, please leave," she said, pointing to the door.

"Of course I'm leaving." I took a deep breath and headed for the main exit, the only exit from the estate. I grabbed the doorknob... but it didn't budge. It was locked. Locked from the outside.

"Damn it!"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I'm trying to open it." I struggled with the door, but it was useless. There was no escape.

Amelie shook her head and ran toward the master bedroom. She tried to open it... it didn't give way either.

What the hell...? Were we locked in?

I dialed my father's number, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. This whole scene was absurd. And Amelie... she was irresistible, I knew that very well. Gold digger!

"Son," he finally answered.

"Father, what does all this mean?"

"Son, I'm too old to consummate my marriage. The Feldman family needs to prolong its existence... take charge."

The call disconnected, and what I had just heard left me cold. It was terrifying. My own father... wanted me to...?

What?!

Amelie continued to cover her body, nervous, looking around. But I wasn't stupid. It was a trap. I knew exactly what women of her type were like, and rage clouded my mind. I approached her and grabbed her arm firmly.

"What are you trying to achieve with all this, gold digger?"

"What am I trying to achieve? Your father told me to leave the room at seven o'clock, he didn't explain anything else."

"You are a harpy, full of tricks. But as soon as I get out of this estate, I'm going to unmask you." I squeezed her arm tighter. Her eyes fixed on my hand, and slowly filled with tears.

"You're hurting me, Damián," she growled through clenched teeth, her voice cracking.

Upon hearing her, I immediately released her arm and moved away, feeling invaded by a mix of strange feelings, perhaps shame, or rather, too much anger.

"Damn it!" I scoffed, hitting the wall with a closed fist. "What the hell is going on here?"

She went to sit on one of the chairs in the corner, hunching over herself, and I sank against the wall, still stunned. I understood my father's message perfectly, but I couldn't understand how he could ask me for something so... sick. What kind of twisted mind would do that?

We spent the night there, not speaking to each other. The cold was biting, and Amelie was trembling, completely exposed. There were no blankets, no clothes, nothing to cover herself with. I cursed under my breath, got up from the floor, and, without a word, took off my jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

"I don't need it," she said, taking it off and offering it back to me.

"Of course you do. You'll catch a cold," I replied, looking away as I noticed how the fabric barely covered her figure. Her skin, her curves... Her firm breasts, her flat stomach, her hips... Holy heavens! She was my father's wife! How could I even think of her with desire?

She lowered her gaze, took the jacket, and covered herself with it. I returned to my spot without another word.

The night became eternal.

We only exchanged a couple of glances.

But in those few glances... both of us swallowed hard.

                         

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