Marriage contract with a Paralytic

Narrated by Helen.

There I was, on my way to marry a man in a wheelchair whom I didn't know, a man I detested for practically forcing me into this marriage; a man who was several years older than me and was forcing me to be forever tied to a paralytic.

Yes, as I mentioned before, a paralytic. And it's not that I'm a bad person who sees such individuals as lesser beings, quite the opposite; I admired them for overcoming their difficulties. But this Dylan Mayora was the cruelest man in the world.

My name is Helen Fonseca, daughter of a middle-class family. My father, Arturo Fonseca, an alcoholic man full of evil, had made life impossible for my mother and me since I can remember.

My mother's name is Andrea Palacios; she is a humble woman with a noble heart, a sweet woman for whom I would give my life if necessary.

But let me start from the beginning. I had just turned eighteen, and I was being forced to marry the CEO of the world's most important automotive company. My father was about to lose the house, drowning in debt because of his alcoholism. Due to this, his boss had made him sign a two-year marriage contract, so in exchange for saving our house and paying off his debts, I had to marry him. All because he needed a wife who would be willing to marry a paraplegic. And so, my father, being an employee of the monster Dylan Mayora, came up with the idea of giving away his own daughter in exchange for saving the mortgage and paying off his countless debts.

And there I was, the stupid girl who would do anything to see her family happy, even though my father didn't deserve it. But truth be told, I was doing it for my beautiful mother, who had been sick lately and needed a kidney transplant, and we couldn't afford it financially.

My mother tried to convince me to go far away, to be happy, to escape. She said that all she cared about was my happiness, the happiness of her only precious daughter. However, the mere thought of leaving my mother alone with that beast of a father made any doubt of getting married disappear from my mind.

"Dad, please! Don't do this to me! I promise to work extra hours, I'll quit studying, and we'll get the house back. I'll also find a way to get the transplant for Mom. We can even donate mine. Please, father, don't force me to marry that wheelchair-bound monster..."I was crying to my father on my knees, begging him to understand that please there were other ways.

"Shut up, Helen. Don't be selfish and think a little more about your mother. You'll thank me later, stupid. See that anyone would like to be in your place" he grabbed my strong hair while she spoke to me.

I was afraid of my father. That man, when he got angry, could hit anyone, so I stayed silent for the simple reason that I didn't want him to take it out on my poor mother later.

Minutes later I cleaned my makeup and adjusted my dress, to go out to the car that was waiting for me outside, to take me to my destination.

I hated Dylan Mayora, I hated him for asking my father that I be his wife, that he would give me up to him to condemn me to live with a twenty-seven-year-old man, when I was barely eighteen. And it wasn't that I knew him because I had never seen him in a magazine or had been introduced to him, since he was always studying and the little time that he didn't he was working to help with my mom's medicines, but I could imagine it. Many people feared him, for being a harsh man with a strong temperament. There were even people who said that he was a murderer who had killed his wife and his son, a few years ago; but I did not investigate much on the subject.

As soon as I got to the church, my legs were shaking. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to embarrass my family, so I swallowed every single one of my tears. It was horrible what he was feeling. I wanted to live a full life, enjoy my youth at the university, go to a party or a disco for the first time, but I never thought that I should marry a decrepit old man and more in a wheelchair. That man was practically stealing my youth, stealing everything he dreamed of everything he wanted and what he had, which even if it wasn't enough, I appreciated it.

The wedding march was heard, and although it was not what I dreamed of, I wanted to observe everything around me; there were journalists and extremely unknown faces, I felt overwhelmed by so many things that I was experiencing, but even more, disappointed in my father.

My mother was in one of the chairs in front; her skin was so pale that she made me sad to look at her. She couldn't help but cry in pain, although many thought she was crying out of happiness because her daughter was marrying the man, she "loved".

I lifted my face and walked straight towards my destination, in the distance I could see a bearded man sitting in his wheelchair, his gaze was cold and intimidating, without any kind of expression. I swallowed thick with fear as my father handed me into his arms.

My father didn't say anything to him, he just nodded his head and the man looked at me and then turned to the father who was looking at us with joy, insinuating that he was having a wedding incited by love.

It's just... Shit! Could no one notice that I was dying while I was alive?

I turned my face without looking at my future husband to listen to the father who had started with the charlatanism that everyone says before him; I now pronounce you spouses.

"Mr. Dylan Mayora, do you accept Miss Helen Fonseca as your wife, to love and respect her in wealth, in poverty, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" asked the father.

I wanted the idiot to reconsider and realize that he was killing me while I was alive, that he was stealing my best years, that he was doing something to me that should never be done to a person: taking away their freedom.

"Yes, I accept" he answered without hesitation.

"And you, Miss Helen Fonseca, do you accept Mr. Dylan Mayora to love and respect him, in riches, in poverty, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

That phrase, "till death do us part" echoed in my head. And the room became silent when he realized that he did not respond. It was there that I looked at him squarely.

He was quite an attractive man. His long eyelashes made him look younger than he was, his lips were thick and quite pink, but his gaze, his gaze radiated terror.

"Aren't you going to answer?" she muttered in a harsh tone.

I looked at the father and threw away the words that would determine my destiny from that moment on.

"Yes, I accept".

"I declare you: husband and wife..."

The man didn't let the father finish, he signed some papers and threw them at me to grab his wheelchair and leave.

People started gossiping among themselves, while I felt like a fool. That man had humiliated her, so I had no choice but to leave as well.

I came home to my parents and changed my clothes. My mother packed my bags while she cried over what was happening.

"Don't cry mommy" I hugged her tight.

"Forgive me my girl, forgive me for not defending you from your father" she sobbed.

I put my forehead together with hers and kissed her on the lips as I did when I was little.

"I promise to come back for you mommy, I promise that I will separate you from my father's animal, just stay alive, okay? I do everything for your health, I loved you so much, old woman" she cried with a sharp pain in my chest. And it is that she had never separated me from my pretty old lady.

Seconds later I took my bags and left my house, without saying goodbye to my father. I didn't even want to look him in the face, the very idiot was sitting down, drinking in the living room chair, celebrating that he had finally gotten rid of me.

A black limousine was waiting for me in the street. An older man climbed out of it and opened the door for me to come inside.

"Leave that suitcase in the garbage can, miss, it's the lord's orders," the old man told me.

I clenched my fists in annoyance and took my tote bag out of it to take with me. The old man looked at me strangely, but he didn't say anything anyway. So, I put the suitcase down, upset, because I was so afraid of Dylan that he didn't want to disobey any of his orders.

During the trip I was silent for a few minutes. Tears ran down my face without avoiding it.

What would my life be like from then on? What awaited me after that? Would Dylan be an abuser? Questions surrounded my mind.

As soon as we arrived at the mansion my eyes marveled; It was a beautiful house, with three floors, but one of the floors was underground. I walked with the stuffed animal in my hand and went inside; my lips parted wide when I saw the wonderful place where I would live. The floor was shiny, so much so that my face was reflected in it, the paintings and statues made it look elegant. And a few seconds later, I walked carefully to the room that one of the servants had indicated to me.

"Mrs. Senior".

My cheeks flushed.

Hearing her call, me by a stranger's last name made me nauseated and angry at the same time, so I had to clench my fists to control myself.

"Yes, tell me" I looked at her with annoyance.

"This will be the room that you will share with the man, he left on a trip right now, but he asked me to tell him to feel comfortable and that he will arrive in a few days."

I was relieved not to see him for a few days, but on the other hand I was very nervous. The maid had given me the monster's room and just thinking that she was going to share a room with him gave me chills. When I was alone I took the opportunity to snoop around the room; there was an extra bed in the middle, with two nightstands on its sides, a woman's dresser in front of it and the walls were full of small lamps attached to them, but there was something that caught my attention completely, it was the portrait of a woman with a child drawn by hand on the right side of the wall.

After snooping I went to the bathroom, which was quite elegant and spacious. I had never bathed in a bathtub before, so I was excited, so I searched through the jars of cleaning products. Soon I was filling the tub with orange-scented soap; It was strange, but that was the smell, and I didn't complain, it was much better than the soaps my father bought.

That night I had a tough time falling asleep. And even though they mentioned my dinner I couldn't eat it. I kept thinking about what was going to be of my life from that moment, when I had a husband, when I had a life quite different from what I imagined.

I started crying for long hours until I managed to fall asleep.

It was six in the morning when a woman entered the room. She began to open the windows as if exasperated, her lack of sanity was maximum, for my part I covered myself more with the blanket since it had been just a few hours since I had fallen asleep.

"It's time to get up. Here in this house everyone wakes up at six in the morning, don't think that because you are my brother's wife you can do whatever you want, here you have obligations and duties."

I was going to ask who the brown-haired girl was, so kind that she had just lifted me up, but I heard that it was her brother and there was my answer.

I unwrapped my head and glared at her. Then, when she saw that she didn't get me up, she pulled my sheets with annoyance.

"What are you waiting for starving? Get up!" She looked at me cold and her tone of voice was strong and haughty.

I got up quietly, he wasn't at home, so I didn't have to say anything to him.

After cleaning me, the girl told me many cleaning tasks, and it wasn't that it bothered me, it was just that I didn't understand then why the service girl was there.

That day I was not allowed to eat in the dining room. Also, I was wearing the same clothes as the day before since my "husband" had not let me bring mine.

It was nine at night, when I was going to go up to my room and Dylan's sister; Marina, that was her name, told me that she couldn't sleep in Dylan's room, so she told me that she should sleep in one of the rooms on the ground floor that was next to Margarita's room, the maid.

When I entered the small room, the cold made me shiver, since there was a window that was open and was just facing the garden.

The trees in the garden fluttered indicating a horrible storm, and at that moment I missed my mother so much. On rainy days she always slept with me hugging her.

I closed the window and went to bed starting to cry again. I hated Dylan with all my might, why? Of so many women in the world, I had to be the person the jerk would marry.

That night, despite being tired, I couldn't sleep. That year, I would have been studying the first semester of nursing, but no, it had to change my life like that.

Again, I fell asleep at four in the morning, and just like the night before my harpy sister-in-law woke me up at the same time.

I was tired of wearing the same outfit so after cleaning up I asked him if he could lend me some clothes.

"Mrs. Marina, excuse me, could you lend me some clothes to change these?"

"Ha ha, what's wrong with you? You are crazy?" she expressed with anger and surprise "I couldn't lend you my clothes so you can dirty them with your disgusting body."

I didn't answer him, but a tear rolled down my cheeks. I didn't understand why that woman treated me with total displeasure if I had never done anything to her. I had not asked to be there; I did not want to marry her brother.

I was finishing cleaning the living room floor with a sponge when an excited Margarita told me that my mother was at the door of the mansion, and she wanted to see me. So, I wanted to run out to hug her, I didn't know how long it had been without seeing her, but I missed her so much that I ran out to meet her.

"Where do you think you are going?" Marina stopped me by taking me by the arms.

"To see my mother who has come to visit me" I looked at her desperate to run away.

"You're not allowed to have visitors, come on, keep mopping, I'll tell your mother you can't see her."

Margarita looked at me with pity, so I took the sponge and continued cleaning, while I watched as Marina went out to say goodbye to my old love. I ran to my room to see her, even if she were from afar, as she faced the garden, I could visualize her perfectly.

My heart broke into pieces when Marina chased her away like a dog, my poor mother had a loaf of bread in her hands, and Marina had snatched it from her to throw it away. My mother took her basket and incredibly sad while she dried her tears with a handkerchief, she left the mansion.

The next few days passed so quickly that I hadn't realized how long I had been wearing the same outfit; The only thing that saved me from not smelling bad was that at night I took them off to wash them and in the morning after I got up, I put them on.

That day my dear sister-in-law did not wake me up like every day, on the contrary, she sent breakfast to my room.

It seemed extremely strange to me, but I wasn't stupid enough to protest.

After breakfast, the maid told me to go to the office because my husband had returned and wanted to see me.

Helen narrates.

I looked at myself in the mirror in the middle of a grimace. I didn't understand how Dylan had wanted to marry me; she was such a simple girl, without any grace. My eyes were big like Princess Pocahontas's and color was hazel. My brown hair pierced my behind, but my body was so simple; I was thin with a little width in my hips, but my breasts were flat, and my buttocks were fully developed.

I tried to be the best presented for the occasion, it was my husband, and I didn't want him to see me badly for that; so, I took a shower after breakfast, so that he would feel pleasant with my presence. However, it was all useless, because when I knocked on the office door, he looked at me with disgust.

"I can enter?" I asked nervously, while she knocked on the door a few times.

"Go ahead" he indicated serenely.

When I entered the office, I looked at him. He was at his desk looking at some papers, and without looking at me, but with a serious expression on his face, he told me to sit down.

"Miss Helen can you please take a seat, there are many things I want to explain to you."

I took a seat in silence, and while I looked at my hands or played with my hair, I watched him closely; he had a thin face, so much so that it looked like a woman's face, since it was so smooth that it seemed made up.

He looked up and his eyebrows arched at me, I wanted to smell myself to see if I had an unpleasant smell on my body, but I couldn't find it anywhere.

"These papers that I have in my hands are a marriage contract, you will be my wife, my partner, my nurse for two years, which is how long the recovery therapy for the next operation that I will have in a few months lasts. That's why I need you, I need your company until the contract is up."

I nodded. What he said seemed absurd to me. If he wanted a companion, why didn't he buy a dog? But since I'm not that stupid, I ended up telling him what he thought.

"I find it so silly that you married me just for such stupidity! Why didn't you buy a dog instead? That way you would avoid making my life so miserable!" I yelled in his face before getting up to leave, annoyed.

"You better shut up and sit down! "I froze when I heard him speak to me in that dry way, which paralyzed every strand of my body." I made a deal with your father, and you must keep it. Also, you are already my wife, and I gave a hefty sum of money to your father for you, bratty and insolent."

As soon as I heard the snore of his voice I felt my legs tremble, fear settled in my belly like steel daggers. I was frozen." You sign the contract, or I don't respond! "He wrinkled his eyebrows in annoyance.

"You said that my father has done it, why should I sign too?"

"Because here you promise to be with me until the time is up or until I get bored of you, and now, don't waste my time" he expelled from his mouth arrogantly. Sign the paper that you are already my wife anyway."

I felt a hollow in my stomach, but I still took the pen and signed.

I knew that I could leave, that I could escape from this crazy contract, but I didn't have the money to do it and even if I did, my mother needed to have an emergency operation. So, I thought that she could leave after the operation. I was going to get out of that yoke to which I was being condemned.

"You can withdraw. And oh, please, I ordered you to go buy new clothes and you continue with those rags. Tonight, some friends are coming to celebrate my current wedding and I want you to look formal, don't make me feel more ashamed of you."

"What if his friends ask about our relationship?" I asked puzzled.

It all seemed like a television soap opera, one of those where millionaires marry the poor and naive girl and then fall in love, but I could never love Dylan Mayora in a thousand years.

"I hadn't thought of that, well, let's just say that your father introduced us, and we fell in love right away, yes, just that."

I looked at him with annoyance, everything seemed so simple, he hadn't even given me a valid explanation for me to understand how marrying me had benefited him.

"Okay, can I leave now sir?" I asked mockingly.

"Yes please. I'm tired of looking at you for today." (...)

Dylan narrates.

I was used to taking my beautiful wife and my son Daniel every vacation to Acapulco. Alicia, my wife, was from Mexico and when we would go to her mother's house for her vacations, she loved to spend the weekend staying at the hotels closest to the beach.

That day we had arrived late from our trip to Mexico, and since I had some pending business to finish, I stayed up late working on some projects that I had to sign the next day.

"Sky is sleeping, tomorrow we'll go to the beach at dawn, and I don't want you to fall asleep on the way" Alicia, my wife, sat on my lap to convince me.

"Love let me finish, okay? I promise to sleep in a few minutes" I promised without looking at her. She gave me a warm kiss on the lips and left the office.

It was almost three in the morning when he had finished the files. I called Gonzalo, my friend and lawyer who had also gone to Mexico for business, so that the next day.

He will pick up the papers at my mother-in-law's house and take them signed to the headquarters we had in Mexico.

Owning an auto empire hadn't been easy to achieve at my youthful age, but while I inherited my father's businesses, I had also made it grow through demanding work.

Only two hours had passed when my wife woke me up to get ready; She loved traveling to the beach at dawn and Daniel was quite happy about the trip.

"Daddy, I'm happy because this time you could come with us to the beach" my three-year-old son told me with his blue eyes wide with emotion.

"And I promise to do it more often" I stroked her brown hair lovingly.

The road was short, it only took a few minutes to reach our destination. I was very tired and from time to time my eyes closed on their own. Alicia was distracted by her cell phone, and I was trying to concentrate on the road, until everything got cloudy, causing me to fall asleep completely.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. The first thing they told me was that my wife and son had died in a car accident, and that I had miraculously survived, but unfortunately, I had lost mobility in my legs.

It was so painful to lose my family. I didn't understand why life had taken away what I loved the most, what was my little boy's fault? Was it my fault? I wondered a thousand times more. So, my heart turned cold and hateful.

Being in a wheelchair had robbed me of many friends; people saw me with pity and others with fear, but I understood them since whenever they approached me the disdain with which I treated them was even unbearable for myself.

One day they called me from a school to deliver high school graduation certificates, every year I made charitable donations to that low-class institution. Camilo, my driver, was pushing my wheelchair when a young woman who was dressed to graduate almost fell on my feet.

"Excuse me" She got up embarrassed without looking at me and left.

He had been enchanted by the beauty of that girl. She had long hair and her face reflected innocence. I became obsessed with the sweetness of her voice.

After my wife's death, no other woman had ever caught my eye. And although many wanted to get closer, for me they only did it out of pity, because of my condition.

I didn't stop looking at her during the title delivery, until I noticed that her father happened to work for my company. An idea popped into my head immediately, so the next morning I called Arturo Fonseca at my office.

I summoned him to my office to ask him to give me his daughter as my wife in exchange for a lot of money. Even though she knew that what she made of her was wrong, he wanted her like crazy. I had only seen her once, but what that girl had provoked or aroused in me had me obsessed.

"Mr. Fonseca, you already owe my company thirty thousand dollars in loans. And even if I wanted to help him, I can't do it since even taking away the salary he has as a sales promoter, he could pay me everything he owes me in twenty years."

"Mr. Dylan, please, I promise to pay you, besides, my wife is sick, and my daughter hardly helps at home," he begged.

"I will help you in exchange for your daughter being handed over to me by contract as my wife. All your debt will be paid in addition to receiving a pension for your expenses and those of your wife" I told him without hesitation, he was not exactly a man who beat around the bush.

At first, I thought he wouldn't accept, since his daughter was very young, besides, one doesn't go through life exchanging people for money.

I was very surprised when he accepted my proposal right away, and although I doubted if his daughter would accept, a few days later he called me to prepare the wedding.

I was excited about that marriage, as much or more than when I married my wife; but everything changed when on the wedding day the girl looked at me with disgust and wanted to kill me.

She was belittling me because of my condition, and although I wanted to let her go, everything was done.

That day I went out of town, I didn't want to see her, even though she was being forced to marry me, I had thought that in all that time I could fall in love with her, but I was more disappointed when I got home my sister told me that she had preferred sleep in another room.

«Does he hate and disgust me so much? », I thought. He was disappointed, upset, and full of anger. She was offering to change her life and she was repaying me that way.

I sent for her with a servant, I was nervous to see her, so much so that I looked for thousands of positions for when she arrived; I didn't understand how a girl younger than me could put myself that way.

Although it wasn't very difficult to understand, she was really beautiful, her hazel eyes, her average height, her wide hips, her soft pink lips that made me want to kiss her, it made me so crazy that just imagining her with another man I had to squeeze annoying fists; She couldn't bear to think that someone had ever kissed her, that someone had ever made her a woman, she hated that idea, she felt so much pain and horrible jealousy that made me go crazy immediately. But who was I to have her?

A half man? A man who could never pick her up to take her to bed.

A man who could never go out one morning to run with her in the garden or to swim. I was a half man and that's why she didn't want to be around me.

When she knocked on the door and I waved her in, I looked at her in surprise because she was wearing a dirty and disgusting outfit.

I got upset right away, since my sister had told me that she did not want to accept anything that came from me.

The way she treated me was harsh and although I had treated her in the same way, I didn't want that to continue like this, so after she left the office, I called my sister remorseful so she could send for a bouquet of roses and bring it to me. to his room.

"What do you want brother?" Marina entered the office without knocking.

Marina was my right hand. After my parents died I had taken care of her, she was always rebellious and selfish but spending five years in a boarding school had changed her so much that as soon as Alicia and my son died, I sent her to look for me so I wouldn't feel so alone in that house so huge where I lived after the death of my family.

"Please, Marina, I've told you a thousand times to knock before going in" I raised an angry eyebrow "Send my wife to buy all kinds of clothes; what she needs. Also, I also want you to buy her a bouquet of roses, the biggest you can find, and send it to her" I ordered without looking at her.

Marina nodded her head and left the office.

The afternoon passed quickly, between calling some friends to attend the meeting and finishing some work, time had passed. I rushed to the bathroom when the clock marked seven at night and with the help of one of the servants, I took a quick shower. I wanted to look presentable. And it is that despite being condemned to a wheelchair, I knew that I had physical attributes that I could use in my favor.

When I got to the meeting room, there were a few people, including Gonzalo, my good friend and lawyer.

"And your wife? I don't see her around here" he asked curiously.

"She shouldn't be long in coming, she's surely getting more beautiful than she is" I muttered with a smile.

"You did fall in love with that woman from that day you saw her at school, so much so that you forced her to marry you."

"Shut up idiot, you know that nobody can know that" I looked at him with annoyance while Gonzalo raised his hands in peace.

Gonzalo was my best friend, like my brother, there was nothing in my life that he didn't know, he had been my support even more than Marina who sometimes felt that she didn't love me like a sister should love her brother; but although our relationship was not the best, it was my only family and I wanted to protect it.

We all fell silent as the click of a woman's heels came down the stairs. Although the house had an elevator, my beautiful wife preferred to appear with much more elegance.

I looked at her like everyone else, being surprised and at the same time embarrassed to see her like that.

Helen narrates.

As soon as I left my stupid husband's office, I went into my room to cry. I was sad and upset. He didn't know what he was doing there. Although it was full of luxuries, I did not enjoy them, in that house I was one more employee, plus I missed my mother too much.

When I saw Dylan, I wanted to complain about how my old lady was treated, and also how I had been treated in that house, but I preferred to keep quiet, I was very afraid of Dylan, and I didn't want him to retaliate against me if I became rebellious.

I was lying sobbing when my dear sister-in-law entered my room without knocking.

"You, stand up. My brother wants you to go buy clothes" Marina was red with anger as if she was annoyed that her brother had asked her to buy clothes.

I got up quietly. I used to not talk back to people when they were really upset, I had learned that from my mother. And it's that whenever dad came home drunk, she just limited herself to obeying and keeping silent.

I cleaned up my outfit a bit and left the mansion. As soon as I went to the parking lot of the house, I breathed fresh air, I felt like I was drowning in that huge house, which, despite having thousands of distractions, Marina had kept me like a slave all that time. And it is that surely those were the orders of the monster of her brother.

Camilo, the driver, who was the same one who took me there on my wedding day, took me to a boutique on the outskirts of the city. He took me most of the afternoon to buy clothes, between trying on the outfits and choosing, it was many hours. The wardrobe consultant who was hired directly by my husband oversaw buying all kinds of clothes and shoes, from gala dresses to pajamas for sleeping. I couldn't deny that I felt like I was in a fairy tale, never in my life had I thought that one day I could have so many clothes together, garments and shoes.

There were so many bags that Camilo made two trips to the car. And after he left to take the bags, I told him that he wanted to take a walk around the mall, and although he hesitated, a moment later he agreed.

I was on my back admiring a beautiful necklace identical to one Mom had, when someone hugged me from behind.

"Helen my love, I have days trying to find you. I can't believe I finally see you, my queen" It was Alejandro, my boyfriend of years ago, and the great love of my life.

"What are you doing here Alejandro?" I questioned, trying to push him away.

"I know what your father did" That made me lower my face "He has given you to a monster through a marriage contract for money."

"I..."

"Don't say anything my love" He caressed my cheek "I know I'm still a child, but I promise to get you out of that house, just tell me that you still love me and that will be enough for me."

I stayed watching him for a few seconds. Alejandro was my boyfriend since he started school, and he really loved him, he loved him more than I could imagine. He was a dark Asian with strong features and honey-colored eyes. What had caught my attention about him was his great love for people, his patience, and the positive side of seeing everything.

"Of course, I love you, my love" I answered sincerely.

He took me by the neck and kissed me. At first, I wanted to resist, but after several seconds I let myself be carried away by that warm kiss; Her hands traveled to my back and he squeezed me very hard, then she pulled away from me to look me square in the eye.

"I'll get you out of that house, I promise" He gave me a short kiss on the lips and left.

Camilo arrived immediately. I was upset, my heartbeat was so loud I swore everyone around me could hear it.

"Miss, have you taken the walk yet? We must go; the boss wants her early for the celebration."

I nodded and followed him, a lump in my throat. Alejandro was traveling with his parents when I found out about the wedding, and although he sent me letters telling me how much he always loved me, I never answered him because I knew that my mother's health came first.

«I hope you are doing all your mother studies» I thought, since my sacrifice had been for her.

I got into the car shocked by what had happened, I was grateful that Camilo had not seen me, after all I was married, and I did not want problems with my husband. Not until my mother had surgery.

When I got to the mansion and went into my room, there was a huge bouquet of black roses. I was very afraid when I saw them, but still I took the card carefully and read the description.

"From your dear husband Dylan"

I squeezed the card angrily; I didn't know what that man was up to by taking me such disgusting kinds of roses. If he wanted to play games with me and treat me like dirt, why had he married me? Was he one of those men who enjoyed seeing other people suffer?

I was deep in thought when Marina came into my room.

"I need you to get ready, our friends have already started to arrive, and my brother doesn't like being late."

"Where have they left all the bags of my clothes to choose one of the dresses I brought?" I asked noticing that the bags with the outfits hadn't been taken to my room.

"My brother sent you this dress and these heels, he wants you to put on these clothes."

I looked at the dress that Marina had in her hands; it was a hideous yellow dress, and the heels were scandalous green.

"Are you sure Dylan asked me to wear these clothes?" I asked confused. I didn't understand why he had made me buy so many clothes and then he could choose the one he wanted.

"Yeah, those are strict orders, and you better not make him mad."

After I got dressed, Marina did my makeup. She took my hair and made a strange bow in it, and although she had insisted that she let my hair loose she told me no, that it was her brother's orders.

I was upset. How could she be so macho as to control the way she should dress me? The very fool...

Marina hadn't let me see myself in the mirror, claiming that it was late, and that Dylan hated being late, so without seeing how my makeup had turned out, I went downstairs to reach the living room.

I thought it was more discreet to take the elevator down, but my dear sister-in-law had said that Dylan had asked me to take the stairs.

As I went down each step, one by one, the strange eyes that were in that room settled on me; some with mockery and others with pity. And Dylan, who before seeing me was smiling at someone else, was upset, so much so that the veins on his forehead stood out.

As soon as I finished going down the stairs, Dylan approached me, annoyed, and took my hands to drag me up to him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?! You want to embarrass me, don't you?!"

His hands were clasping mine tightly.

"What are you talking about Dylan? Let me go, you hurt me" I whispered about to cry.

"From your clothes, from your makeup. You look like a clown! You are embarrassing me!"

"It was your orders!" I yelled as I released my furious grip to go to my room.

I started crying hard, I was so angry; after she had ordered me to dress like that, she treated me like a crazy person in front of about fifteen people. Truly that man was a monster, a person without the slightest feeling of mercy.

After several minutes sobbing I could hear Dylan screaming running to everyone at the party and throwing objects wherever he wants. She was terrified that he would come into my room and take it out on me.

It was eleven at night when Margarita the maid entered my room to wake me up.

"Ma'am, wake up" she touched my shoulder gently.

"Yeah?" I said sleepily.

"The gentleman is waiting for you in his room. She has ordered that she rest with him and that she helps bathe him, she does not want anyone to do it, only you because it is the duty of his wife."

I grabbed my head in frustration realizing that I was still wearing the hairstyle from a while ago.

"Let me change and I'll go" My voice trembled with nerves.

I took off my bow and looked in the mirror to remove my makeup, it was really horrible, I even felt a little laugh at my appearance; but I couldn't stop forgetting that she had been humiliated in front of everyone.

I cleaned my face and went to my dear husband's room, to touch the door with trembling hands.

"I can pass?" I asked with a broken voice.

"Come in." Dylan's hoarse voice came from the other side of the door.

As soon as I saw him in his wheelchair with his gaze lost in the photograph he had of the woman and the child, a question inadvertently left my lips that I later regretted having asked.

"Is it your wife and your son?" I instinctively covered my mouth upon realizing what he had asked.

He looked at me for a few seconds with sparkling eyes and then replied:

"Yes, it's them." He lowered his gaze.

I was sad. Her eyes looked sad. She wanted to hug him to comfort him, she didn't know that Dylan Mayora's monster had feelings, but apparently, he did.

"Still in those clothes?" she asked breaking the ice.

"I have no clothes" I shrugged, downplaying it.

The expression on his face changed from sad to angry in a matter of seconds.

"I ordered you to buy everything you needed" He gritted his teeth contained in rage.

"Yes, but they haven't taken it to my room. I don't know where they left all the bags."

I explained.

"I will call Margarita right away, and I will demand that she bring your clothes to our room. It is obvious that they must have brought her here since you will sleep here from now on" she was going to interrupt him, but she didn't let him. "And I don't care if you don't agree, it's your obligation."

"I was just going to say don't call Margarita, the poor thing must be tired, and tomorrow will be another day."

"Well, you can change and wear some of my clothes, after all, I'm your husband" His gaze was cold, his words dry.

I nodded because it was really uncomfortable to walk in that dress. Dylan told me where to look through his clothes for something that would fit me.

I chose to place a white cotton flannel that reached to my knees. Although he couldn't see it because he was in a wheelchair, Dylan was tall, very tall.

"You can shower if you want" he mused.

I took the floor and went to the bathroom; I knew where the cleaning products were since the first night I had slept in that room. After showering and putting on Dylan's shirt in the bathroom, I went out to help him with his clothes, too.

"Mr. Dylan, I'm ready, I'm going to help you, okay?"

He agreed and with trembling hands I began to remove his clothes; First I started with his shirt, his exposed back caused a current on my back. Despite having seen Alejandro half-naked, I had never felt that electrifying feeling in my body.

After leaving him in his underwear I took him to the bathroom. He motioned for me to help him get into the tub, and with great effort I did so, then withdrew and waited for him to indicate that he was ready to get dressed.