Episode 4

When we cut the cake, the little one did it with me and his father. He was happy and I showered him with kisses. He is such a beautiful child. As the celebration came to an end and it was getting late, I took the little one to his room and helped him change. He asked me to read him a story that no one had read to him in a very long time because his father works a lot and doesn't see him much. This made me sad, so I read him the story he chose. But before I could finish reading, he fell asleep. I kissed his forehead, covered him with his blanket, and left his room. As I was leaving, I nearly had a heart attack when I came face to face with my now husband.

"What's wrong with you? Do you dislike having a wife who you want to scare to death on our wedding night?" I said, clutching my chest.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I just came to find you so we can go to our room. Remember, we have a contract. I won't touch you, but we must sleep together, for everyone's sake and especially for my son, we'll be a happy couple," he said, his face expressionless. Sure, I'll be very happy with Mr. Iceman.

"I understand. Can you show me our room?" I asked, tired and realizing that Mr. Iceman isn't the most entertaining. It's better to go to sleep.

"Follow me," Mr. Iceman said once again, and I followed him. We arrived at an immense room with a large bed, three doors, a pair of mirrors for both men and women.

"That door is your closet, it has everything you need. This is my closet, and that is the bathroom. You'll find everything you need in the drawers," he said. I headed towards the closet and found everything there. He wasn't joking, there's everything a girl could wish for.

Quickly, I found some short pajama shorts and a camisole. I thought he might try to overstep boundaries if I sleep like this, but we have a contract, he won't touch me, right? I pushed that thought aside and went to the bathroom. He was sitting on a small couch, engrossed in his phone. I entered the bathroom, took off my wedding dress, and took a long shower. When I finished, I dried myself off, put on my underwear, applied some creams, and put on my pajamas. I brushed my teeth. Everything in this bathroom was new. It's clear that everything was requested by my dear grandfather because it has everything I like. I took my hairbrush and returned to the room. I sat on the bed, and he went into the bathroom. I started removing the pins that held my perfect hairstyle, but it became a little tangled. So, I spent some time untangling it. Just as I was finishing, he came out wearing only his pajama shorts, revealing his perfect torso. Goodness, where did this man come from? He's perfect. Grandfather, you chose such a good husband for me. If my friend Carmen sees him like this, she'll pounce on him. I don't know what kind of crazy his ex-wife was, but even if I were in a wheelchair, I wouldn't leave him. I'm certain that the mold they made him from broke as soon as he was created.

"Are you done?" he asked with his deep voice.

"Done with what?" I replied, as I was lost in space the moment I saw him walk out like that.

"Done with your hair. I'm tired and want to turn off the light," he said seriously.

"Yes, I'm done," I got up and placed the hairbrush back in the bathroom, and then got into bed, turning my back to him. But suddenly, I felt strong hands pulling me towards him.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"I'm hugging my wife. Usually, when I sleep, I only embrace my pillows. But since you're my wife, I can embrace you. I won't do anything more. Now go to sleep," he said as I ended up embracing his perfect and strong chest. I felt good, so I didn't protest. I closed my eyes, and it was very easy to fall asleep like this, on this soft bed, feeling safe in his arms, the complete opposite of how I felt at the home of the man who fathered me.

CHRISTOPHER FERRER

I am one of the most powerful men in the country. I met Mr. Vicente Rodríguez when I was starting my career, and he helped me a lot. I had a great affection for him. He also helped me out of several predicaments when I was just starting, and I owed him several favors. A few days ago, he called me and asked me to repay all the favors I owed him because he was dying. So I told him to ask for whatever he wanted, and I would grant it. He asked me for something I thought I would never do again: to marry his granddaughter. I hesitated for a while, but my mother's words came to my mind: "Son, my grandson needs a mother. He's always alone and crying, with no friends at school; they all mock him for not having a mother. Son, find a good woman and get married." That's why I finally agreed, with the condition that she would adopt my son. If she is Vicente's granddaughter, she must have a good heart, so I don't think it will be difficult for her to be a mother to my child. Mr. Vicente also added some clauses, including that I cannot mistreat his granddaughter in any way. It is clear that I would never do so. I also cannot touch her if she doesn't want it, something that I also wouldn't do. Additionally, she will be free to study whatever she wants, something I wholeheartedly agreed to. Mr. Vicente didn't tell me her age or name; I found out at the wedding. Good Lord, I married a girl ten years younger than me, and her name is Alana. According to Mr. Vicente, he wants me to protect her, but he didn't say from what. So I will have to find out.

Unfortunately, for Alana, she will get to know my cold side. Four years ago, I was happily married, adoring my wife, and I believed she adored me. But then I suffered a terrible accident that left me in a wheelchair for two long years. My wife lived with me during the first few months, and I thought it was because she loved me. However, it was because she was pregnant. As soon as she gave birth to my son, she demanded a large sum of money to hand him over and left, saying she wouldn't be with a disabled person and that she wasn't born to change diapers. That's when I realized she was only after my money. Since then, I isolated myself from everyone and became even colder and more distant. I sought solace in my work until I could walk again thanks to surgery. Even after that, I continued working day and night. I didn't need a wife anymore; I already had my heir. But my son needed a mother, which is why I agreed to the marriage with Vicente's granddaughter.

Alana is very beautiful, I won't deny it, but we don't know each other, and I don't know if she can handle my character. For now, she will only be my son's mother, and we will only speak when necessary. Although on our wedding night, I couldn't help but embrace her. She was surprised, but she let me. She's a delicate little girl, and even though it has been a long time since I've been with a woman, I won't force her into anything. I promised her grandfather, and I couldn't cause her any harm. Besides, my son adores her, and I could never hurt her or let anyone hurt her ever.