MARKUS
Upon checking all the reports, one caught my attention: there was an irregularity with one of my credit cards, an excessive charge during my first few days in Italy. I remembered it was the card I had given to Christiane - that little girl. What did she buy so much of? Furious, I called Bettina and she arrived after a few minutes. "Let me know immediately when Christine arrives," I said. "Yes, sir," she replied. After a couple of hours, Bettina informed me that my "wife" was already in her room. I went up and headed straight towards her. That little girl thinks she can mock me. I entered without knocking, it was my house, I could do as I pleased. But what never crossed my mind was encountering the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was lying down, her back turned. "Wow, what a figure," I thought. She turned around, wearing a provocative royal blue ensemble of shorts and blouse with a plunging neckline. Her nearly bare legs and high heels exposed a splendid figure. Her dark, straight hair cascaded down to her hips, framing her perfectly flawless face with honey-colored eyes that were easily seen as she wasn't wearing those horrible glasses. "Why do you enter the room like this?" she asked, looking at me, and I couldn't change my surprised expression. "I... damn it, speak!" I thought. "This is my house, I can enter whenever I please," I retorted. "And why did you come then?" "I came for you to explain this excessive expense you made with the credit card I gave you..." No matter how gorgeous she looked, I couldn't let it slide. "Oh, that's right. You asked me to spend to change my appearance, but you didn't mention a limit, so... I thought since you had a lot of money... this would be just a bite out of your fortune." She looked at me, tempting me. That excites me, that little girl has something different. "Yes, I see," I looked her up and down. She truly looked beautiful. I couldn't punish her for something like this. "And now, I'd like to be alone, so if you have nothing else to say, please leave the room." "And what if I don't feel like leaving?" I approached her, wanting to see her reaction. "Then I'll leave."
I was determined to leave, but he pulled me by the arm and brought me closer to him. "You're not leaving from here." "Let me go, who do you think you are?" Unable to bear it any longer, I slapped him after he kissed me out of nowhere. "Don't you ever touch me again, you imbecile. You disgust me." I ran out, and he chased after me, but I stopped. Why should I do that? I couldn't get her words out of my mind - she finds me repulsive. Who does this little girl think she is?
CHRISTIANE
I ran out of the room, filled with disgust. That imbecile had just kissed me, who does he think he is, thinking he could steal my first kiss? That confused me. Why am I not the unfeminine girl I used to be? He can't expect me to surrender just because Markus Meyer looks at me differently now. Well, he's wrong - I thought furiously. Since that night he shattered me, the idea of seeking revenge had never crossed my mind. But when he looked at me in surprise, speechless, I felt more alive than ever before. In a conversation I had with my friend Angelika, she told me that I could drive Markus crazy; all I had to do was be smarter. If I set my mind to it, I could have him at my feet and get revenge for everything he has done to me. "How?" I asked her. "By driving him crazy with desire for you." I laughed at her suggestion. I couldn't possibly do something like that, not only because I have no idea how to do it, but also because when he's near, all I feel is hatred. Because of him, my brilliance, my faith, my spirit, my joy, my love for life - everything had died. With these thoughts, I fell asleep. I woke up early to visit my mom and sisters. When I arrived, they welcomed me with smiles. "Darling, you're here. Have you had breakfast?" my mom asked. "No, Mom, I didn't want to. I preferred to have breakfast with all of you." "Sister..." Mariana embraced me. She is very affectionate.
I spent a delightful afternoon with my sisters; oh, how I miss them even though I visit frequently. It's not the same waking up to the noise of both of them arguing and hearing Constanza studying for her exam the next day.
As I leave my family's apartment, my driver is waiting for me.
Madam, we must go straight home.
Why?
_ It's the master's orders.
MARKUS
I was at my desk, only thinking about her. This morning, I saw her getting into the car with the chauffeur that I hired for her. That little girl left me speechless. Suddenly, Mauricio enters looking worried.
What's wrong? Why do you come in like this?
We have a little problem.
What do you mean?
It is all over the news portals, your secret wedding and mysterious marriage. Look!
The billionaire Markus Meyer, after the sudden death of his grandfather Rodolfo Meyer, mysteriously marries a girl whom no one knows and then leaves for a month in Italy without her, enjoying his stay there as the coveted bachelor.
Damn it! How did they find out?
I have no idea how the news got leaked, but the phones haven't stopped ringing.
Dammit! - I search for my phone and call Karl, Christiane's chauffeur.
Where are they?
I am waiting outside; Madam is inside with her mother.
Get her out of there right now and take her home.
But sir...
Just obey me. - end of the call.
You can't keep hiding this.
For now, call the media and deny what has been said. Inform them that I was only in Italy for business and not married after my grandfather's death, but before.
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