Miss Reina??
1336 Words
I woke up the following morning with a pounding headache and a stiff neck. It took me a moment to realize I had spent the night on the couch. For a brief second, memories crept in—how Dylan used to carry me gently to the bed whenever I fell asleep in the sitting room, how he would tuck me in like I mattered.
I scoffed bitterly.
That version of Dylan no longer existed.
I stood up and headed toward the stairs just as Dylan was coming downstairs, dressed casually in a shirt and pants, looking annoyingly relaxed.
“I noticed you’ve packed your bags,” he said coolly. “Good thing, because I’m bringing Lotus home today.”
The smirk on his face made my chest burn.
“You couldn’t even wait until I left,” I said quietly. “I see how eager you are to erase me.”
He didn’t bother replying. He simply picked up his car keys and walked out of the house, pride dripping from every step.
I wiped my tears with my palms and went back upstairs. Moments later, my phone rang.
Ajax.
“Baby girl,” he said apologetically, “my car had a flat tire on the way. It might delay me a little.”
My heart sank.
“But don’t worry,” he added quickly. “I’ve already sent one of the servants to bring a Porsche from the house. You’re the Rodriguez heiress—you deserve a proper ride home.”
“Thank you, Ajax,” I said softly. “But please hurry. I really need to leave this place.”
“I’m on my way,” he assured me.
Barely thirty minutes later, Dylan returned—this time with Lotus clinging to his arm, her smile sharp and victorious.
“Reina, you’re still here?” Dylan said mockingly. “Don’t tell me you can’t afford money for a taxi.”
I stared at him, stunned by his audacity.
Before I could respond, Lotus tilted her head sweetly.
“Maybe she doesn’t have anywhere to go, honey. Don’t you think we should let her stay in one of the guest rooms until she can afford shelter?”
I burst out laughing.
Who were they to think that I couldn't afford shelter?
Just then, my phone rang again.
I answered and deliberately turned on the speaker.
“Baby girl, I’m outside,” Ajax’s confident voice echoed.
“Well, Ajax,” I said calmly, “I think I hurt my fingers. Would you mind coming in to help me with the bags?”
“Of course,” he replied without hesitation.
Dylan and Lotus exchanged confused looks as Ajax walked in, followed by one of our household servants.
“Carry her bags,” Ajax instructed.
“Yes, sir,” the servant replied.
“Good morning, Miss Reina,” the servant greeted respectfully.
I smiled. “Good morning.”
“Baby girl,” Ajax said fondly, pulling me into a warm embrace.
“It’s been a while,” I whispered.
His eyes scanned the house with visible disgust. Then he looked straight at Dylan.
“Aren’t you Ajax Rodriguez?” Dylan finally asked, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
“Yes,” Ajax replied sharply. “And who the hell are you?”
“I—I’m Dylan Parson, and—”
“He’s my ex,” I cut in coldly. “Now can we leave, brother?”
Ajax scoffed. “Gladly. This place stinks. How have you been living in this shithole when you’re the Rodriguez heiress?”
Dylan’s face drained of color.
Outside, Ajax opened the Porsche door for me as the servant loaded my bags into the trunk.
“Ready for your real homecoming?” Ajax asked gently.
As the engine roared to life and we pulled away from that lifeless house—and all its lies—I felt free for the first time in weeks.
I rested my head on Ajax’s shoulder as he drove.
“You really shouldn’t have fallen for that peasant,” he muttered.
“Ajax,” I sighed, “I never thought he would do this. We were good together. Maybe it’s because I didn’t tell him about our family.”
Ajax chuckled. “Did you see the shock on their faces? Now he knows his family is nothing compared to ours.”
We laughed together.
When we arrived in Mexico City, relief washed over me as the skyline appeared. The Rodriguez mansion stood proudly—grand, guarded, and powerful. Servants hurried around, stopping instantly when they saw me.
“Welcome home, Miss Reina.”
My heart swelled.
“Who do we have here?” a familiar voice asked.
I turned to see my eldest brother, Perez, alongside Lucian. Their smiles widened instantly.
“Reina!” Perez exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug.
“You’re finally home,” Lucian said warmly.
The rest of the day passed in laughter and healing. My mother barely left my side, touching my hair, kissing my forehead, whispering prayers of gratitude. Dinner was loud and joyful, stories flying across the table. For the first time in a long while, I felt whole.
That night, preparations for a grand feast began.
The Rodriguez estate transformed into a spectacle of lights, music, and luxury. Influential families from across Mexico arrived—alliances, power, and danger all dressed in elegance.
I descended the staircase in a flowing crimson gown, every inch the Rodriguez heiress.
“Reina,” my mother said gently, guiding me forward, “there’s someone we want you to meet.”
I turned—
And froze.
Sebastián de la Cruz.
Tall. Dark. Arrogant. His sharp eyes met mine with the same defiant spark I remembered from high school.
My enemy.
“So,” he said coolly, “the Rodriguez princess returns.”
“Still insufferable,” I snapped.
“And you’re still dramatic,” he replied with a faint smirk.
“I didn’t come back for you.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I didn’t ask.”
Our parents watched, mistaking tension for chemistry.
“I see you remember each other,” my father, Don Alejandro Rodriguez, said proudly.
“Unfortunately,” I muttered.
Before I could step away, my father raised his glass.
“Tonight,” he announced, “we celebrate my daughter’s return—and the beginning of a powerful alliance.”
My heart slammed.
“To strengthen peace between two great families,” he continued, “the Rodriguez and the De la Cruz houses shall be joined.”
No.
“My daughter, Reina Rodriguez,” he said firmly, “will marry Sebastián de la Cruz.”
The room went silent.
“What?” I shouted.
Sebastián stiffened.
“This man is my enemy!” I cried.
“This is final,” my father said calmly.
I turned to Sebastián, fury blazing. “You knew.”
“I found out tonight,” he replied coldly.
I laughed bitterly. “So we’re prisoners together.”
Sebastián’s POV
As I watched Reina walk away, I couldn't help smiling at her. She hadn't changed one bit, still the talker and possessive type. Memories of how we often quarreled in high school flooded into my head and I smiled more.
Don Alejandro, her father approached me with two glasses of whiskey and he handed one over to me.
" I'm very mad at her right now, how could she spend so much time with a nincompoop over there in Capetown? Someone whose family members are not even worthy to tie my shoe laces. " he said in disappointment.
I stared directly into his mean eyes and I smiled faintly, " You don't have to be mad at her, most times feelings can make you do anything silly" I assured him.
We talked for sometime and I could see Reina from a distance staring daggers at us. However I was determined to get married to her no matter how we hated eachother in the past.
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