Mariana's Pov
I’m not as good, angelic, naive as I make myself out to be.
For whatever I do, there’s always a hidden goal behind it all. To kill, to observe, to know, to win—Whatever facade I put on, whenever I wear a different mask, there’s always a reason.
Why am I saying this?
It goes to say that I am not a weak girl, or a girl who falls in love with a man simply because he has pretty eyes, a dark aura, and can bring her to a climax. I am not that type of woman. I do not love Alejandro Raes Vastlav.
Yes, my p***y pounds erratically whenever he’s near, but that’s all there is to this. Physical.
Perhaps the case is different for him. I don’t care.
He’s my key, the light at the end of the tunnel, the one who I plan to use as my human shield when things eventually blow out of proport
