Chapter 3 Episode 3

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He didn't look the same as he did in the church earlier. His face had gotten darker, his eyes colder, and the energy surrounding him seemed more tense. For some reason, Camila felt like she couldn't breathe.

What happened to: "Trust me mom and dad, I will take care of your princess"?

"I want you to understand the concept of this marriage," he said, giving her a serious look. "We both know this is a loveless marriage, and I only agreed because I also need your father's help. So, don't expect much from me now that you're here," he told her.

Camila wanted to open her mouth and say something, but she couldn't. Instead, she just nodded.

"Rule number one: Don't touch what isn't yours," he stated.

Camila looked confused and angry at the same time. What did he mean by "Don't touch what isn't yours"? It seemed like Mr. Ruiz had forgotten she was also from a rich family, and all this gold didn't faze her. For some reason, she wasn't courageous enough to say what she was thinking.

"Rule number two: Whatever happens in the Ruiz estate stays in the Ruiz estate. You're not allowed to blab about us in public," he added.

"Rule number three: Don't touch me under any circumstances," he said, giving her a disgusted look.

Camila's eyes narrowed at his statement, but she nodded.

"Rule number four: Don't you ever meddle in my affairs. Whether I'm sad, happy, or angry, just mind your business." His eyes had grown colder now, and Camila couldn't help but wonder why he was doing all this.

"Rule number five, and the last but not least: Don't ever break these rules because they come with consequences," he said, bringing his hand to her chin to force her to look at him. His grip was tight, but Camila didn't mind; she was so lost in his eyes. They were so cold, so dark. She searched deep to look for the little boy Alejandro, the one who would always go out of his way to ensure she was happy.

He wasn't there anymore. She had destroyed him.

"Consequences?" she whispered, her voice betraying her.

A slight curve formed on Alejandro's lips as his eyes slowly gazed at her lips, then her long neck and collarbone. Her wedding dress was designed in a way that exposed her cleavage, and Alejandro couldn't help but wonder about the size of her breasts.

Were they big enough for him to wrap his palm around and squeeze, or were they small? Did she have pointy nipples? As dirty thoughts flooded his mind, he resisted the urge to squeeze them and find out. It was too early to fantasize about her when she hadn't yet tasted the hell he brought her here for.

"Consequences?" he slowly repeated, his arms moving to grip her long neck. They were perfect, like they were made for him to squeeze, to choke when he pushed her on his bed and taught her why she shouldn't break his rules.

He pulled her close before leaning in to bring his lips to her ear. Camila shut her eyes tight. She didn't know what was happening to her. Her heart wouldn't stop racing, and when she felt his lips touch her ear, her body stiffened.

How could a man have this much effect on her?

"I will tie you up on my bed and f*ck you so hard that you will wish you never broke my rules or even thought of breaking them," he whispered hotly in her ear. She stiffened again as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled.

She smelled as sweet as caramel, which was bad because Alejandro liked caramel. He released her throat and, without saying anything more, opened his car door and got out.

Camila stayed by herself for a few minutes, trying to recover from what had just happened. She should feel scared and wary of him for what he had just told her. Normally, if a man did what he did, Camila would be pressing charges, that was for sure. But something about this man made her so curious. She wanted to find out more. What would actually happen if she provoked him? Would he...

"Oh my God, Camila, look at what you're saying!" She scolded herself before getting out of the car. She took her luggage from the trunk. There were two heavy boxes. One was filled with her skin products and makeup, while the other contained her clothes and accessories.

She struggled to carry them as she made her way up the grand staircase leading to the main door. Were there no maids here? She opened the door, and the interior did not disappoint.

The place was made of pure gold and glass. You could see your own reflection if you stared at the floor, showing how shiny and neat the place was. The walls had expensive historic paintings in rows, and by each corridor, there were huge jugs of beautiful flowers.

Camila couldn't help but stare at the place in awe, but her hands were hurting from carrying the two pieces of luggage, and she didn't even know where her room was.

"Welcome back, Mr. Ruiz, and congratulations," his maids came out in rows to greet him. So he did have maids.

Alejandro didn't reply, no thank you. He took off his jacket and handed it to one of them. Camila sneered silently. She couldn't believe they would rather take a light jacket than help someone struggling with two heavy pieces of luggage.

"Lead her to her room," she heard Alejandro tell a maid, who bowed her head in agreement and respect before walking towards Camila.

"Welcome home, ma'am," the maid said, looking at the luggage. "Do you need me to assist you?" she asked politely.

Camila smiled and nodded, but Alejandro interrupted. "Lily, who do you work for, me or her?" he asked coldly.

Lily bowed fearfully. "I thought since you two are married, I could be respectful too..."

"Since you know so much, you're fired. I want you out of here tonight," Alejandro said, not waiting to hear her pleas as he climbed the stairs to his room.

Camila stiffened. She wanted to say something to him, but remembering their rules in the car, she kept quiet. How could he fire someone for being thoughtful? Camila felt sorry for Lily as she left in tears to pack her things.

Another maid came to Camila. "Let's go, miss," she said and began leading Camila upstairs. She didn't bother assisting with the luggage, and Camila didn't bother her either, not wanting her to lose her job.

She felt sorry for them for having an ashole as a boss, but she felt sorrier for herself. She had married the ashole, and he hated her guts.