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Staring at the outdoor veranda, she told herself she would be fine. That she'd survived until then, and she would continue to survive. And because her goal was stronger than any hardship that could come her way, she could prevail.
If only to see him again…
Yet something told her that she would be clawing for her life. Because if she'd noticed anything since her arrival, it was that she wasn't welcomed. Sergio, himself, didn't seem to have much of an interest in her.
That made her questionwhyhe'd wanted her so much in the first place.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in," she called out.
A young blonde girl walked slowly inside carrying a tray with her. She had a tentative smile on her face as she regarded Noelle.
"My name is Lucero," she said in a thickly accented voice. "I'm to serve you from now on."
"Nice to meet you, Lucero," Noelle strained a smile.
"The master instructed me to bring you dinner. He wants you to come to his room at ten sharp tonight."
"His room?" Noelle licked her lips, a shiver going down her back.
If before she'd managed not to think too much about married life and what it would entail, now that she was actually married, she realized she would need to do her duty as a wife. And that meant…
Revulsion filled her to the brim, and the mere smell of the food threatened to make her ill.
"Yes. There is a box under the bed and it contains the dress he wants you to wear tonight," she continued.
"Of course," Noelle muttered.
Lucero placed the tray on a table, and inquiring if Noelle needed anything else, she eventually took her leave.
Curious, Noelle went to her room and found the dress in question. It wasn't too scandalous. She supposed she could wear it, if only to make Sergio more agreeable to what she was going to propose. After all, marriage or no marriage, she had no intention of letting him touch her even with one finger.
Noelle couldneverlet someone else touch her that wasn't her Blue. He alone owned her—body and soul. She'd rather die than suffer that type of torture.
First, she would deal with her new husband. She needed to set boundaries between them. Based on what she'd seen of him at the wedding, she doubted he had much interest in her.
Maybe he'd insisted on the marriage to have a young wife on his arm. She knew plenty of men did that to make them feel better about themselves—younger, more virile. It was all about how others perceived them, and she'd already realized that Sergio Villanueva was a man who prized his image above all. It was in the unspoken way he interacted with his employees and the people living on his lands.
Worship.
She remembered the way Fernando had spoken about him, always referring to him as something beyond human. To Noelle, that suggested two things: his reputation was extremely important to him and his hubris was unparalleled.
After all, who but the definition of hubris saw himself as some type of messiah of these lands? Who but someone so wrapped up in his own self asked for other people to worship him?
But with these observations also came the realization that she needed to tread carefully with him. She would be able to reason with him as long as she didn't injure his pride, as long as she didn't embarrass him in front of his people.
Once she dealt with Sergio, she would focus her attention on the most important thing.
Blue.
She had to find out where her Blue was.
But how could she do that?
While Noelle was struggling with her new reality, Cisco and Yuyu had just gotten home after their flight.
Ignoring Elena and her inane chatter, Cisco went straight to his office, closing himself inside.
