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One that was arguably stronger than the former. One that would lead her down a path of no return.
Him.
"Señora? I'm here to lead you to Señor Villanueva's room," Lucero's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Fully armed, and with her conscience at peace, Noelle was finally ready to confront her husband.
Too bad things wouldn't go in any way she could have ever imagined.
Instead of peace…she was about to wage war.
Lucero didn't speak as she led Noelle down the darkened corridors of the hacienda.
Noelle was surprised by how eerily quiet the place was. But more than anything, she was taken aback by the distance they had to cross to get to Sergio's quarters.
One would normally think that a man would place his wife close to him. But as they continued walking, Noelle realized her new husband didn't seem that keen on her company—he'd placed her nearly at the other end of the house.
Noelle supposed it wasn't such a bad thing, and she hoped when they talked he would be just as keen on keeping that distance in all areas of their lives.
A slow smile tipped at her lips as she felt herself growing lighter at that thought—months of stress slowly melting away.
But it wasn't long lived as her entire face fell when Lucero declared.
"We're here."
They stopped in front of a ceiling high double door, and the sounds coming from inside were unmistakable.
A woman was moaning.
Noelle's mouth opened and closed as she turned to look at Lucero with questions in her eyes. The girl did not show any outward reaction to the sounds.
She merely took a step forward, knocking on the door.
Noelle froze as Sergio's voice rang out, calling a sharpcome in.
"Here, Senora," Lucero said, opening the door for Noelle before retreating and leaving her alone.
Noelle swallowed hard, taken wholly by surprise by the new development.
As she widened the door, stepping inside the room, she tried her best to school her features at what she saw.
Just like her own apartment, Sergio's had a huge sitting room, a few couches in the middle forming a circle.
Sergio was sitting on one such couch, his expression bored as he leaned back in a relaxed manner.
In front of him, there were two naked girls having sex with each other while he looked on—two girls that looked barely older than herself.
By God, what have I gotten myself into?
Noelle could barely stop herself from trembling, and the only thing that helped was feeling the outline of the knife within her breast. It was within easy reach, and her fingers itched with the need to feel the cold handle against her skin, her mind already clamoring with scenarios in which she'd drag the blade along Sergio's torso, cutting him from head to toe.
"Come here," he ordered, turning his head and narrowing his eyes at her. His accent was barely detectable and that told Noelle he must have spent considerable time abroad.
She decided it wasn't the time to show her hand. She needed to be patient and wait for the right moment.
The girls stopped when they noticed Noelle, turning to look at her curiously.
Noelle walked inside the room, but she didn't get too close to either Sergio or the girls. She merely kept a cool distance.
