Trapped in a millionaire's revenge

Chapter 3

"Even better," I answer, and I am grateful that my father comes to dance with me, rescuing me.

I cling to him as if my life depended on it. "Daughter, I would have liked you to tell me about Lucas," he tells me.

So I try to investigate everything that happened with Luca's sister—Daddy, we don't always tell each other everything. I imagine you don't tell me about the women that you date, do you?" I ask him, and I need him to tell me about her.

"No, but it's not like I'm marrying anyone either," he replies.

"So if you've had been with someone?" I ask firmly.

"Daughter, this is not the time to talk about this," he sentences, and now the doubts consume me.

"But we will talk about it," I say when my new husband comes back for me.

"Honey, I think it's time to leave," he tells me in front of my father, and I want to kill him right now.

"But, the party has recently begun," I replied.

"Yes, but the plane leaves in three hours," he explains. I don't know what plane he is talking about.

"Which plane are you talking about?" I ask, showing my confusion.

"The one that will take us to Italy to meet my family," he replies.

"And the contract you would sign with my father?" I ask with fear. I could have done this for nothing.

He opens the tuxedo sack and removes a few sheets of paper from the inner pocket. "Mauricio, here is the signed contract. Start with everything, and I will take Sienna for a week to Italy. When I come back, you give me an update of everything", he explains. After saying this, Lucas practically forces me to say goodbye to my father and leave with him to start with all this farce he has almost caused me to belong.

Chapter 6. Heading to Italy

I go back to the same room where I dressed for my wedding, the one that now witnesses the tears that run down my cheeks, as I put on the short white dress that Lucas has left on the bed with a note that says, "Put this on." The dress is practically a copy of the same one that I wear in Capri. I no longer understand what he expects from me. Is he trying to torture me with memories?

Now I understand the reason for bringing the suitcase with clothes; it was to travel to Italy. I dread traveling to that place with him. What if he hurts me?

While I can't stop thinking about how my life has turned into a nightmare in a matter of days, I walk the corridors of this hotel until I reach the reception. I see him waiting for me at the hotel entrance, and when he sees me, he approaches and takes my suitcase.

"It would be nice if you hurry. The pilot is waiting for us," he asks me as I follow him to leave the hotel and get into the limousine.

"Pilot?" I ask, confused, while the driver opens the door and takes care of the suitcase.

"Sienna, it's a private plane," he responds as if it were something obvious.

He is self-centered, vain, unbearable.

"¡Oh! Excuse me, Mr. Sandonini," I say sarcastically.

As soon as we get into the limo, I sit in the seat, the farthest from him. I cross my arms and stare at the window to avoid seeing his face. I don't want him to realize that I have been crying or to show me weak in front of him. I can't let him defeat me.

I concentrate on observing the enchanting landscapes of Miami. I can't stop thinking about how I'm getting rid of my life as we get closer to the airport. It's unbelieving that my life doesn't belong to me anymore.

"My parents don't know the real reason you and I got married" He starts talking out of nowhere, and now I have to turn and see him.

"What ?!" I ask, totally surprised.

I don't understand. Lucas' parents don't know about his revenge plan?

"They believe that we have been in a relationship for five months; the same ones that I have been living in Miami. If you open your mouth to reveal something I have told you, your father will pay the consequences, so now you know," he tells me, "I also need you to sign this," and he hands me an envelope.

"What is it?" I ask, confused without even opening it.

"You have the whole trip to Venice to read it," He says arrogantly.

I don't know how I will stand in this situation for a year.

I completely ignore his comment and ask, "Does your family live in Venice?"

"Yes, have you traveled there?" Inquires in a friendly tone, and this change makes me think that maybe he is bipolar.

"About four times, it's a beautiful city," I answer. I must understand that Venice is not and will not be blamed for what is happening to me.

"I'm glad that you like it," Lucas answers. And I can't expect anything else from him. His bad mood is back again.

A few minutes later, we arrive at the airport, and there's a group of people waiting for us.

Once we get out of the limo, a man who appears to be the pilot greets us, "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Sandonini."

"Hello, Felipe," Lucas answers. When I least expect it, my now-husband offers me his hand to help me climb the ladder that will take us inside the plane.

I suppose he pretends to be nice to me so that no one in the crew suspects our truth. I get on the plane, and I am speechless at how big and luxurious it is.

"Two rooms, open living room, bathrooms," he says, pointing to the different areas of the plane. I nod my head.

"Thanks," I answer and walk to the seats in the center area.

I take a seat and buckle my seat belt. Once everyone has boarded and settled, I open the envelope that he gave me on the way.

A contract? I ask myself when I see the document. I carefully read every detail. The agreement emphasizes his fortune and asks me to renounce any benefit I may have by being his wife. I don't understand why he didn't give me this document before we got married.

"Why didn't you give it to me before?" I ask, raising my gaze to meet his.

"Because it's not a prenup," he corrects me.

"And what is it?"

"It is a document where you voluntarily renounce everything in case of divorce, which will happen in a year," He says as he sits in the seat in front of me.

"What if I don't want to sign it?" I challenge him.

"No problem, I will sue your father for breach of contract."

"What are you talking about?"

"If you don't sign the document, I can blame him for anything I want. Sign in now!" he demands, and with all the anger I feel for him, I take the pen he offers me and sign.

"You are the worst thing that has happened to me," I let him know with anger while I stand up.

"Where are you going?" He asks as I walk away.

"To a place where I don't have to see you," I answer firmly and enter one of the rooms that he showed me before.

I lock the door and sit on the seats inside. For a few hours, I don't want to see him. I wish I have never met him; it's the worst thing that has happened to me. I can't wait for this year to go by as quickly as possible.

Chapter 7. You’ll have to pretend

I dreamed of something different for my life. I had the illusion of marrying someone who loved me without limits, becoming a mother, traveling the world with him. Still, this is not the case. I married someone who uses me for his revenge.

I am sitting inside this room, watching through the small window as the city gets smaller until the clouds appear. These look like cotton, softening the way the plane moves a bit. I wish I could float among them and disappear.

Once the plane stabilizes, I stand up and go to bed to lie on it. I close my eyes, trying to return to my imperfect world, which was better than the one I live in now. I get carried away until I fall asleep.

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A rub on my back makes me open my eyes, and once again, I don't know what is happening. I have fallen asleep. I turn to see who it is, and I see Lucas staring at me as his fingers caress my skin.

I sit on the bed, a little scared, and move until my back hits the backrest. "What are you doing here? I locked the door," I ask fearfully. It terrifies me to think about what he can do since I do not know how far he intends to take his revenge.

"I own this plane, did you forget?" He asks me with a wide smile.

Of course, I remember, I think.

"What are you looking for?" I insist, and I make myself smaller by joining my legs to my body.

"You didn't leave the room, and I thought something had happened to you during takeoff," he explains, and I don't know why I feel he's sincere.

"What time is it?" I ask as I look around, somewhat confused since I don't even know how long I've been asleep.

"In Miami, it would be eight o'clock at night. We left three hours ago," he replies.

"Wow! I've been asleep for a while," I comment.

"Quite a while. Do you want something to drink or to have dinner? "He asks, and I look at him bewildered.

This attitude is not what he has shown so far.

"Since when are you nice to me?" I ask him without understanding his change in attitude.

He sits more comfortably on the bed and stares at me with those deep eyes that seem to discover all my secrets. "I never said I would mistreat you," he clarifies, and his voice seems so sensual to me, although it shouldn't.

"But I'm part of your revenge plan against my father," I replied bluntly.

"Are you dining with me or not?" he insists, and I know he will not give me more information.

"Alright," I answer because I am somewhat hungry.

"Let's go to the plane's main area," He proposes and stands up to then extend his hand and help me.

These are the things I don't understand about him. On the one hand, he is an arrogant i***t who uses me for his revenge; and on the other, he is a gentleman. Who is Lucas Sandonini? I ask myself without taking my eyes off him.

We leave the room to walk to an area where there is a table surrounded by seats "dinner will be served soon," Lucas explains to me while one of the flight attendants arrives with a bottle of champagne.

"I think we shouldn't drink this," I say seriously

"Why not?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

"People drink Champagne to celebrate special occasions, and we have nothing to celebrate," I answer, challenging him.

"I'm taking you to Venice, don't you like that?" he asks me, and it's clear he's sarcastic.

"Not at all. You are taking me to show myself in front of your family, and I wouldn't say I like that. This wedding is a contract, nothing more," I say firmly, and I don't understand why he laughs at my words.

"You are brilliant. I like it," Lucas talks, and regardless of what I said, he serves the champagne glasses. "If I don't take you to my family, they won't believe I married you," explains.