Anacá
The door opened, and a uniformed staff greeted us. “Mr. Nikolaou is waiting for you in the great room.”
Eros led me down the grand foyer towards the lavishly decorated great room. Everything about the villa was exotic and over the top. It was quite suffocating, hardly the home I’d like to live in. Thankfully, it wasn’t my home. Eros had built his own private sanctuary for us. He seemed the most sensible of the lot.
His grip on my hand was so tight it hurt. Why was he crushing my hand? Maybe he was stressed. It was normal, given the circumstances he was in. Even I was stressed. I couldn’t wait for this ordeal to get over. Would I stay in Eros’s life as his wife by the end of the day?
Relax, Anacá.
Breathe.
I must trust my husband. He promised me that no one could separate us.
