CHAPTER 2
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When I opened my eyes again, the room was filled with the soft glow of the morning light. The curtains were half drawn, letting in a warm glow that blanketed everything in a peaceful haze.
I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was.
I looked around and every nook and cranny was unfamiliar to me. Where the hell am I?
I was lying in a large bed, wrapped in a thick, warm quilt. The sheets smelled clean, like fresh linen. The room was definitely not mine. It was too big, and too extravagant. There were no pictures on the walls. No personal clutter or anything.
Then slowly I lowered my head when a sudden gush of coldness passed through my body.
I realized something that made my stomach drop.
I wasn’t wearing my clothes! What happened?! Did I spend the night with someone else?!
Panic shot through me like lightning. My hands flew to the quilt, pulling it tighter around me. My heart raced as I looked around, but there was no sign of the clothes I had on last night. No bag. No phone. Nothing.
The door suddenly creaked and footsteps echoed outside the room.
I stiffened.
The knob turned slowly, and I held the blanket tighter, ready to scream if I had to. But all my thought went down the drain when I saw who came inside.
It was a tall guy, dressed in a black shirt with sleeves rolled up. He carried a tray with a glass of water and two small tablets.
My heart eased slightly when I recognized him.
It was the man who saved me last night.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just walked over to the side table and set the tray down.
“Drink this,” he said, his voice cold and deep. “You had a fever last night.”
I looked at the tablet with suspicion. My throat was dry, and my head ached, but I wasn’t about to just take medicine from a stranger.
He noticed the way I stared and probably caught my apprehensiveness.
“Am I that scary?” he asked suddenly, his tone softer, almost teasing.
It startled me.
My cheeks burned. I shook my head quickly, my voice cracking as I stammered, “N-No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
I said. And what the hell am I saying?! Why am I stammering when I can even recite articles as probably as fast as Usain Bolt can run.
He gave a small nod, then sat down on the chair next to the bed.
For the first time, I got a good look at him.
He had pitch-black hair, slightly messy, like he’d been running his hands through it. His eyes were dark too—so dark they looked bottomless. The kind of eyes that could scare you if you stared too long. He looked like one of those guys you read about in mafia stories. Dangerous, powerful, and dominating.
But when I looked closer, there was something in his eyes that didn’t match his cold voice or intimidating appearance. A softness. A warmth. Or maybe I was just imagining it.
He cleared his throat and tilted his head.
“Am I that handsome?” he asked, smirking a little.
I snapped out of my thoughts and frowned. “You wish.” The good image I had of him seconds ago vanished into thin air. Sigh…why do men always have the need to boost their egos?
I huffed and swatted his hand away when he offered the medicine again. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it.
Then the memories of last night came crashing back to me out of the blue.
Marcus. His mistress. In our bedroom.
The pain hit me all over again. I couldn’t even look up. My eyes dropped to the quilt, and the heaviness returned to my chest.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, this time his voice became more gentle. The shift in his tone confused me.
Why was he being so kind? I hate this? Is he pitying me? I don’t need others concern I can and have always handled my problems on my own.
Instead of answering, I looked up at him again.
“What’s your name?”
He stared at me for a moment before answering. “Rafael,”
“How about your surname?” I asked, curious.
“Silvano.”
Silvano.
I froze.
That name. That family.
Everyone knew who the Silvano's were. Powerful. Untouchable. Only fools messed with them. I swallowed hard and looked away.
Trying not to show the astonishment on my face.
“I—I see,” I said quietly, backing up against the headboard. “Where are my clothes? I need to go.”
Rafael stood and grabbed my wrist before I could move farther. His grip was firm but not painful.
“Drink this first,” he said, pushing the tray toward me again, his brows clenched together.
I didn’t want to argue. Not with someone like him. So I took the medicine and washed it down with water. He watched me closely the whole time.
When I finished, he let go of my wrist and left the room for a moment.
He came back holding a neatly folded set of clothes.
“This should fit,” he said simply.
It was a simple cream-colored blouse with soft, flowy sleeves, and a pair of dark jeans. I went to the bathroom first to get changed.
When I put them on, they hugged my figure just right—not tight, but not loose either. It made me feel... presentable. Like myself again.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Rafael’s eyes lingered on me a little too long, I could see the way his Adam’s apple go u and down, and his piercing eyes the was ogling my body shamelessly, making me conscious.
“What?” I asked, irritated, raising an eyebrow.
He blinked and snapped out of it, and looked away. I don’t know if I was just seeing things, but his cheeks looks like it was a shade redder.
“Nothing,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for your help. Really. But I need to go.”
His expression changed, and I could see him clenching his jaw as his face grew colder.
“You don’t have to return to that bastard.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
Rafael looked me dead in the eyes. “You should be careful. They probably know that you know.”
My stomach twisted.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, though a part of me already had a feeling.
Did he mean Marcus?
But how would he know? Of course he wouldn’t know.
“I can take care of myself,” I said firmly. “Thanks for helping me, but I know how to handle myself.”
He didn’t stop me. But his eyes never left mine.
The way he watched me made it clear.
This wouldn’t be the last time I will see Rafael Silvano.
I gave him a curt nod before I got out, and found my way to the door out of his incredibly huge mansion.
The moment I got a wisp of the fresh air, my eyes grew thin like daggers as I remembered the betrayal I received from the man I once loved. And yes…loved. I’m no fool to keep on chasing a man who clearly doesn’t love me. And now this makes me wonder…did he ever really love me, or was everything up till our marriage a part of their ploy?
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