Belongs To Him

18 | We'll take it

Alina Windsor

It's been five days, twenty phone calls and a million missed messages. It was like they were piling up and the longer I avoided him the more calls I'd get.

He sent flowers, chocolates, books and gift cards. I opened my door yesterday to a masseuse but I hate massages, and that was the first time I texted him back. Lindsay of course was thrilled, especially with Harry and David.

I hadn't been eating and somehow he knew that. It only made me more skeptical about me being watched. So he gets me dinner delivered every night, but it just goes to Lindsay and sometimes I'll take a couple of bites.

She's checked in on me and what's going on. But I just say it's personal and head to work like nothings wrong. I have no other choice but to be professional. But my mind couldn't rest and I laid awake at night wondering what was going to happen.

It's not like he was insufferable, like I hated him truly. It was worse that I found myself falling for a man who kept so much for me. He was desperate to make it up to me but I don't know how. Because I'd have to meet his family and they'd expect me to carry on their line immediately.

My brother called but I muted him. I just prayed he didn't tell my parents as I already felt punished enough by god with this marriage. I was so stupid and I couldn't even tell my friends how I was feeling.

I couldn't tell anyone, which left me more alone in ways I hadn't been in so long. I found myself looking for listings online for flats that cost more than the building I even lived in. More money than I could ever even comprehend just to spend on a home here in SoHo.

He'd sent me some before, but since this was my future. Since I had no other options or choices besides running away, I decided I'd chose the place we lived. Maybe I'd live there and he'd keep his own place. But from the history I've began to read up on.

He had plenty of money for me to spend and right now I didn't care if I drained him of it for a home. Because he screwed me over and trapped me, I said I do. But I didn't know I do had this many repercussions or attachments.

I needed to clear my head and think. Because there was no way out, there was just a way in with no through option. We were just adjusting to each other. But if this didn't happen now. It would've happened later with bigger problems.

It would always be under the foundation of our relationship. This big hidden secret, something that would scratch at the two of us. But now it was out in the open, and the air was perforated currently but it was smog in the moment.

I owed him children and a life as a mafia don's wife. I didn't even know what any of that entails, but I knew my life. It was something that would not be changing. I lived a life I worked years for and earned it didn't just fall into my lap.

I didn't know what any of this meant, how we'd continue or what we'd talk about. But now I found myself standing in a new project of mine. The bones in this place weren't bare but it could use some work with my touch.

"So the seller is asking for thirty five million. But I heard she's eager to move so I bet I could get her to shave off a million or two for your client if you'd like to have them check it out Alina," the realtor, my friend Anna, spoke.

She was the best of the best for Soho and our company linked her with our top clients.

"Bones of this place are great, it's definitely pricey. But this is a home, not some modern bullshit and it has the original accents to the place restored, not wiped away," the 9,000 square foot home had a comfortable view of the city relaxing in the quiet neighborhood in SoHo.