Episode 3

ALANA

I'm nervous, the lawyer arrived very early with a stylist and my dress. It is a simple yet beautiful and elegant dress. I called my friend Carmen to accompany me. At first, she was surprised, but when I explained everything in detail, including the life I had with Fabián and his wife, she understood. So, my friend supported my wedding, knowing that this man can't harm me in any way and can't touch me if I don't want him to. Therefore, not only did my friend accept to accompany me, but she also agreed to be my witness in the ceremony. It will only be a civil ceremony since my future husband is divorced and had a bad experience with his previous wife, who was most likely in it for the money and ran away when she realized she had to act as a caregiver. But that's none of my concern.

"Friend, you look beautiful," says Carmen, who arrived very early at the apartment to be there for me and find out everything from me.

"Thank you, friend. I don't know what I would do if you weren't with me," I say nervously.

"I'm here, and no one is going to separate us. We'll go to university together, and if your new husband misbehaves, you just give me a call, and I'll make sure he won't have any descendants," says my friend while we both laugh.

"Are you ready? The ceremony starts at ten," says the lawyer entering, and I'm dying of nerves, but I know my grandfather would never let me marry someone who could hurt me.

"Yes, I'm ready," I say, standing up, and the three of us head to the wedding venue.

"The wedding will take place in the mansion's gardens, where you will live from now on. As I mentioned, there won't be many guests, just the groom's family, close friends of your grandfather, and no one else," says the lawyer.

"Well, I hope everything goes well. I'm very nervous," I say, concerned about what kind of man I'm marrying.

"Relax, my friend. We're with you," Carmen tells me, and I smile at her.

We arrive at a grand mansion. I can't believe how huge it is. It's immense, and the gardens are so green and beautiful. God, they must spend a fortune on gardeners here. I hope they pay them well, and hopefully, many of them because this place is enormous. After a few minutes, we finally reach the entrance of the mansion. Upon entering, an employee informs us that everyone is in their places to begin the wedding. My friend goes with an employee to take her position as my witness, and after a while, the employee returns and indicates that we should enter. I walk hand in hand with the lawyer, and thank God, he's holding me because otherwise, I would probably have fainted. When we reach the judge, the lawyer hands me over to my future husband, and I can't believe how handsome he is. He is about two meters tall, with gray eyes, a well-toned body, full lips, and a firm-looking rear. Just by looking at him, I blush. He takes my hand and helps me to sit in front of the judge who will marry us. The judge starts speaking, and both of us sign the papers, as well as our witnesses. Finally, we are declared married, and they tell him that he can kiss the bride, meaning me.

I had forgotten about this detail. The lawyer did mention that we would have to kiss in public, but the problem is that I have never kissed anyone. He stands up and extends his hand to me so that I can do the same. When we are both standing, he takes my hands, leans in, and our lips meet. At first, I didn't know what to do, but I respond to his kiss, and the applause of the guests fills the air. Amidst the nerves, I didn't pay attention when the judge said his name. I will ask Carmen as soon as I can. She was probably paying attention to everything.

"Come, let me introduce you to my parents," says my now husband, taking my hand, and I follow him. A couple in their fifties, he looks just like the man, but younger, while the lady is blonde with green eyes.

"Dad, Mom, this is Alana, my wife now," he says, taking my hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir and ma'am," I say, not even knowing their last name. What kind of wife am I?

In my defense, it's your fault. No one told me that the man I would marry would be so handsome, let alone that he was created by the gods themselves.

"The pleasure is ours, young lady. We didn't think our son would get married again, but when he told us he would marry Vicente Rodriguez's granddaughter, we were very happy," the man says. I suppose he didn't mention his name because he assumes his son already told me. Ha, if he only knew that I don't even know his son's name either.

"I am also very happy," I said, putting on my best smile.

"Well, I'm even happier that my son has such a beautiful and young woman by his side. I'm sure you'll be very happy together and have a beautiful family," the woman says. If only she knew how this marriage came about.

"Thank you for your kind wishes, parents, but I want to take Alana to meet the most important person in this house," he says, and I don't understand anything.

"Where are we going? Who do I have to meet?" I ask nervously.

"Our son," he says as if it's nothing. I'm only seventeen, too young to have a child.

"Our?" I ask, unable to understand anything.

"Your grandfather arranged the contract because he wanted to protect you. I don't know from what, he never told me, and I accepted because I needed a mother for my son. I always work and I'm not very expressive (as if I didn't notice that I married a Greek god who is colder than the North Pole at Christmas), so when we signed the papers that the lawyer gave you, adoption papers were among them. So, yes, he is our son," he says without any emotion on his face. No wonder he needs a mother for his child, growing up seeing that expressionless face cannot be good for any child. But now I'm worried because I have a son I don't know.

"How old is he? What is his name?" I ask as we continue walking. This mansion is much bigger than it appears from the outside.

"He's three and a half and he has the same name as me," I had to contain the urge to laugh. If he only knew that I didn't even hear his name when the judge said it.

We arrive at a room and enter without knocking. There's a little boy crying under a table in the well-decorated room.

"Christopher, I've told you not to throw tantrums. What will your mom think? She came to see you and you're crying," he says with his cold voice, and even I am afraid. But now I know his name is Christopher.

"You won't have time for me anymore. You'll have children with her, and they won't love me," he says, crying, and my heart breaks.

"Christopher, come out of there," he says sternly.

"Wait, let me," I said, approaching the spot where the little boy is hiding. I sit on the floor as close to him as possible.

"You know, Chris, I understand that you're scared, but I promise I won't take your dad away from you. Plus, now you and I can play together, and for now, there won't be any more kids in the house. But if there ever are, I promise we'll always have time for you," I said, and he approaches me a little more.

"Do you promise?" the little one asks, wiping his tears.

"I promise. What do you say if we wash that beautiful face of yours and then go downstairs? We haven't cut the cake yet, so you could help us," I said with a smile.

"Yes, Mom, I'll help you," he says happily and comes out of his hiding place. I get a better look at him, he's identical to his father: his gray eyes, his hair, his skin, everything's just like him. Of course, he's even cuter. Now that he's within my reach, I embrace him.

"You're beautiful. Let's wash that red face," I said, getting up. His father helps me, and we take little Chris to the bathroom to wash his beautiful face. When he was ready, the three of us return to the party.

At the party, I met Carmen's little one, and just like me, he fell in love with me. She told him that she was his Aunt Carmen, and he happily accepted her. The little one never left my side; he always called me 'mom' and gave me little kisses. It's so beautiful; I can't believe that after all the suffering in the house of the man who fathered me, there's now a little one calling me 'mom' and giving me kisses. Mrs. Cristina is my husband's mother. I discovered her name because the little one called her Grandma Cristina. And the man is Fernando, I knew this as well because of the little one.

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