There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.
-Napoleon Bonaparte
Leila Fiorenza's POV
The next morning on my third day living in the impressive estate of Leandro Salazar, I decided to tour myself outside. I'm always an outdoor kind of woman and I don't want to confine myself inside that stiff palace.
"Well, well, well..." I heard an accented voice of an elderly man drawled behind me. "What a pleasant surprise to see the Condesa grace us with her presence."
I turned around to see the man who just spoke. My gaze was automatically greeted by the delight in his elderly face while he's holding the rein of a black Arabian Stallion. I smiled at him pleasantly. "It seems that you have the advantage of knowing me while I have no idea about you, sir."
He grinned at me, as he removed his Stetson at the top of his head and playfully bowed in my direction. "Juan Vasquez, at your service, Your Excellency."
"Nice to meet you," I extended my hand in his path. "Leila Fiorenza. What a nice beast you have, Juan? I want to ride him."
"You cannot ride that stallion." Said by the booming voice that joined our conversation, a pair of gold eyes glared darkly in my direction. "You are pregnant remember? Do you want to risk the safety of our child just because of your recklessness?"
It was my turned to glare back at him. "I said I want to ride him. I didn't say that I will ride him. Do you think I want to risk the safety of my child?"
"Our child," He corrected me firmly in front of his employee. "Don't you forget that, Leila? That's our child."
"Er..." Juan made a fake cough. "I think I should exercise Thunder first at the corral before you ride him, sir."
I smiled sweetly at the elderly man before focusing my dark look at this tyrant man who was legally my husband. "You don't need to do that, Juan. The oxygen here suddenly stinks for my liking. I will go now."
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked as I started to move away from his gruesome company.
I threw him a foul look over my shoulder as I move back inside the house. Just two minutes of his company was enough to ruin my day instantly. The safest way I could do was avoid him as much as I can do so that I would not look ten years older than my actual age. "Away from you!"
I puffed an angry breath as I marched back to the foyer of the castle. I don't know what I ever saw in him that made me agree to have an affair with him. It must be his looks and his body that made you captivated, an evil voice answered inside my head. Or perhaps his skills in the bedroom that made you a prisoner in his bed for months?
Okay, fine. You don't have to enumerate whatever I saw to that Spanish count. I told the voice inside my head. People probably thought that I'm such a crazy person arguing with the annoying voice inside my head right now but I don't care.
That's right, I concluded silently. I would just avoid his company. Breakfast and dinner were the only time I need to endure his horrible presence.
Leandro Salazar's POV
I stared at the retreating form of the maddening woman walking far away from me. Why a simple conversation with her would surely turn into an argument? It wasn't like that before. When we're still in the relationship months ago I liked having conversations with her. She's so much fun to talk about—so why now?
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The Borrowed Bride [PUBLISHED]
RomanceThey thought it was only a short love affair... Leandro Salazar, Conde de Parama, knew he had found the woman who will be his perfect mistress-sexy and wild in bed. But as soon as the summer ended the woman he made as his mistress vanished from the...