Spain, Catalonia.
...Clarissa Danverport...
After he locked the door to his office, a wave of dread washed over me, as I had no idea what was coming next. He gestured with his hand for me to sit on the sofa, and I complied, while he took a chair opposite me.
...Heitor• I want you to tell me everything about what you went through with your father....
...Clarissa• But I barely know you; I practically met you yesterday. Why would I share anything about my life?...
...Heitor• For the simple reason that you will be marrying me, and I intend to protect you. Even if we don't consummate the marriage, I still want to maintain a friendly relationship with you. For that, we need to build trust between us....
I took a deep breath, my gaze locked onto his, and I saw complete sincerity in his eyes. One thing he was right about: we needed to build trust, and that was what I intended to do.
...Clarissa• I'll start when I was a child so you can understand, okay?...
...Heitor• Okay...
...Clarissa• I never understood why my father hated me so much. When I was five, he beat me until I lost consciousness. My mother went insane with him. I ended up in the hospital; I had a fractured arm. When I was eleven, he began coming into my room every night and touching me. I became terrified, and this continued until I turned fifteen when I started locking my door. Day after day, I would watch him beat my mother until she lost consciousness. Two years ago, when my mother passed away, he had beaten her so badly that there was no saving her. My sister is another person who hates me; she always makes up excuses for me to get beaten. I try to escape him every time; these marks on my body are from him, including the last one he did just yesterday because of her. I'm the only one who does anything in that house, not to mention the names they call me....
His face showed immense anger, and he stood up so quickly that I flinched and curled up on the sofa. He came to me and pulled me into a tight embrace.
...Heitor• Everything will be okay, alright? You will leave there today....
...Clarissa• But how? He will block my way out until I'm married....
...Heitor• I will go with you, Clarissa, and I will fire him. I don't want any of them near you....
...Clarissa• Thank you so much, Heitor....
...Heitor• Thank you for trusting me. Now, let’s go....
We left his office, and his secretary looked on with a startled expression. He told her he would be back later, and we headed to the elevator. As always, every time I stepped into that metal box, panic washed over me. He noticed my unease, took my hand, and it was comforting. Upon stepping out, the building staff stared at us, which left me feeling awkward; I never liked being the center of attention.
...Heitor• Just pretend you don't see them; that will keep you from feeling uncomfortable....
...Clarissa• Thank you for the advice....
As soon as we reached his car, I got into the passenger seat while he took the driver's seat. I buckled my seatbelt, and he started the engine. The ride was completely silent, yet soothing. After some time, we arrived, and I looked at him as he placed his hand on my face and caressed it.
...Heitor• Go ahead; I'll be right behind you. I just want to check something....
...Clarissa• Okay...
I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, starting to walk. As I reached the door and unlocked it, there he was—the devil I called father—coming directly at me.
...Daniel• THE SLUT HAS GONE TO WHORE HERSELF, AND WHAT ABOUT THE FOOD? NOTHING.....
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...Heitor Mancini....
I was in the car trying to rein in my anger when I heard shouting from outside. I quickly exited the car, and as I approached, I witnessed a scene that boiled my blood—him calling Clarissa a whore and even attacking her.
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...Heitor• LET GO OF MY WIFE NOW....
When his eyes meet mine, he immediately releases Clarissa, who stumbles backward, and I help her steady herself. I whisper in her ear to gather her things, and she does so. I turn to the man in front of me.
...Heitor• So, tough guy, you like to beat up women...
...Daniel• Mr. Mancini, there’s been a misunderstanding here...
...Heitor• And I think you’re the daughter of a whore...
I grab him by the collar of his shirt and begin to throw punches at his face. Only later do I realize that Clarissa's sister is there, and the smile that once graced her face has now vanished. However, I don't care about her; I continue throwing punches, venting all my anger. I let him go, and as he falls, I quickly kick him in the stomach and bend down in front of him.
...Heitor• You’re fired; stay away from my wife. If I dream that you tried something, hell will break loose...
He doesn’t say anything. Clarissa comes down, and as soon as she sees her father’s state, her eyes widen, and she rushes over to me to check if I’m okay.
...Valentina• Instead of worrying about my father, you’re worried about the husband you stole from me...
...Clarissa• First of all, I didn’t steal anything of yours. Second, I care about those who care about me; for all I care, that murderer can die. He killed my mother...
...Valentina• Slut...
...Heitor• I suggest you respect my wife, and by the way, I would have chosen your sister anyway...
We leave the house. I help her with the bags. Before we get into the car, she hugs me tightly, and of course, I reciprocate. She whispers a thank you, and I pull her closer. After five minutes, we enter the car and head toward my place, which will now be her new home…
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