Sinner's Paradise|| 18+

Dooms's day part 1

                           Liliana's POV: 

I was utterly drained, barely able to keep my eyes open after landing from a six-hour flight that felt like an eternity. Sharing the private jet with him—the one person I loathed more than anyone was the cruelest twist of fate. I wouldn't wish that kind of hell on my worst enemy. The fatigue was overwhelming, but it wasn't just physical. My mind was in turmoil, absolutely wrecked by what had happened the night before.

How could I have let him touch me? The thought churned in my head like a violent storm. I should've stabbed him—right then, right there. But I didn't. And now, here I was, stuck in a car with him, his presence suffocating every inch of air in the space.

The driver's voice cut through the silence, as if delivering more bad news: "It'll take two hours to get to Upper East side Bahia." Great. Two hours trapped with the man who had ruined everything. As if life couldn't possibly get shittier, tonight I was supposed to marry him. Marry him. It felt like the universe was laughing at me, like some twisted cosmic joke I couldn't escape.

I couldn't stand it. The thought of acknowledging him, even glancing in his direction, made my skin crawl. So I closed my eyes, put on my headphones, and cranked up the music, desperate to drown him out—desperate to pretend he wasn't there. Time dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity stretched out in slow motion. Somewhere along the line, exhaustion claimed me, and I dozed off, slipping into a temporary escape from the nightmare that was my life.

Then, suddenly, I felt a hand snapping in front of my face, jolting me awake. His voice followed, casual and cold: "Get out. We don't have all day."

God, I hated him. The contempt I felt was overwhelming, a burning rage simmering beneath my exhaustion. But all I could do was sigh, swallow the bitterness, and step out of the car.

I took a moment to take in my surroundings, and it was breathtaking to say the least. I stood in the middle of an enormous, stunning field. The grass was perfectly manicured, as if each blade had been meticulously trimmed. Along the edges of the field, rose bushes bloomed with vibrant, velvety petals, their fragrance hanging sweetly in the air. A paved path led toward a mansion that loomed ahead. It was a masterpiece, a seamless blend of old-money charm and modern sophistication. The building's black-and-white color scheme gave it an air of grandeur, bold yet elegant, as if designed to make a statement without needing to say a word.

As the driver steered the car toward the other side of the estate, my gaze shifted to the row of expensive cars lined up neatly. Each one was a luxurious piece of art on wheels, as expected of a billionaire's collection. Nothing surprised me, though; this was exactly what I imagined wealth at this level would look like.

I hadn't even realized I had begun walking, lost in the sheer beauty of it all. I stopped as I reached the grand entrance, the enormous doors towering above me. Before I could gather my thoughts, the door swung open with a surprising smoothness. A short-haired woman stood before me, her glasses perched delicately on the tip of her nose. She studied me with an air of curiosity, but her face brightened instantly as her gaze shifted beyond me.

"meu filho!" she exclaimed , stepping right past me and embracing Luciano tightly. He smiled as he greeted her, "Hi, Gigi, how are you?"

The woman kissed him on both cheeks, her voice tender with affection as she spoke, "I have not seen you for so long, my prince."

Then, her attention flicked back to me, her expression growing serious as she addressed Luciano. "We have a lot to talk about," she said, her tone filled with meaning.

Without missing a beat, Luciano wrapped his arm around my waist. "You can say it in front of Liliana," he said confidently. "She's about to be my wife in about an hour or so."

Gigi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Have you gone mad?" she muttered, her voice sharp with disapproval. "I knew your uncle was a bad influence, but I didn't know it was this bad."

Luciano glanced at his watch, clearly eager to move things along. "Celia!" he called out, and within seconds, a chubby woman in maid attire appeared, her sleek ponytail neatly pulled back.

"Jefe, welcome back," she said respectfully, inclining her head.

"Take Miss Liliana and get her ready," he instructed with a nod.

"Sí, señor," she replied swiftly, gesturing for me to follow her inside. "Go ahead, Miss Liliana."

I was led up a grand staircase to the second floor of the mansion, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath my feet. Celia, the maid, who I assumed by now was in charge, guided me with practiced ease. As we reached a large, intricately carved wooden door, she gestured toward it and said, "This is your room. The makeup artist and the hairstylist will be here in 10 minutes, so we have 20 minutes max." Her tone was brisk and efficient, and though I was overwhelmed by the situation, I could only nod in agreement.

As I stepped toward the door, ready to enter, she followed me inside. To my surprise, two more maids were already waiting in the room, standing as if they had been there for some time. My confusion grew, and I turned to Celia, my voice uncertain as I asked, "What is happening?"

Celia faced me, her expression unreadable as she replied, "We are helping you take a bath."

I let out a breathy laugh, expecting them to join in the absurdity of the moment, but their expressions remained cold, businesslike. It was as though I had said nothing out of the ordinary. The air between us felt thick with tension as I added, "It's not 1820. I can take a shower by myself."

Without a word, Celia inclined her head slightly toward the other maids, signaling something unspoken. The atmosphere shifted, and before I could fully grasp what was happening, they moved with alarming precision. One maid stepped forward, placing her arm around my shoulder, while the other mirrored her movement on my opposite side. Their grip was firm yet careful, as if this had all been rehearsed.

Panic rose in my chest as they led me, almost dragging me, toward a door at the far end of the room. My heart raced, and just as I began to protest, one of the maids swiftly placed a white cloth over my mouth. The scent hit me instantly, sweet and overpowering.

Everything went black.