💮͓̽His Mistress💮

The Matriarch and The Mistress.

💮Angel💮

I gazed out the window, captivated by the vibrant city of Barcelona. It was more breathtaking than I'd imagined, bursting with color and rich with culture.

I could live here in Spain forever, I thought.

The air conditioning was off, and the windows were rolled down, letting the warm Barcelona breeze flow through the car, carrying the scent of summer.

I'd heard so much about Spain, but nothing prepared me for its beauty—it surpassed every story and photo.

"Where are we going, Raul?" I asked, turning from the window to face him. He glanced up from his phone, his eyes locking onto mine.

"We're going to see my mamá," he said casually.

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth falling open in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me, Raul? I would've worn something more... appropriate! What if she thinks I'm some kind of slut because—" I rambled, panic rising.

"You love getting paranoid, don't you, tesoro?" he teased, his thumb brushing soothing circles on the back of my hand. "It's summer; she'll understand. Mamá doesn't judge without hearing both sides, so relax, alright?"

His touch calmed me slightly, but nerves still buzzed under my skin.

The car stopped in front of a majestic mansion, its grandeur commanding the landscape.

We stepped out, and I took in the lush garden surrounding it, dotted with two elegant fountains.

The sky was a perfect canvas, and I couldn't wait for sunset to see it transform into fiery oranges and pinks.

"Can I get the contacts for all your architects? I'll need them for me and my future wife," Luca said, eyeing the estate with awe.

"You can have mine, little one," Bianco quipped.

"For fuck's sake, I'm not little, Uncle Bianco!" Luca shot back.

"I'll stop calling you little when you stop calling me uncle. I'm only twenty-six, for crying out loud! And I'm not your sister's brother!" Bianco retorted, exasperated.

"Why do you keep announcing your age, old man? You look like you're in your mid-forties, trying to convince us you're young," Luca fired back, smirking.

"You—" Bianco raised his hand, but Luca darted behind me for cover.

"You think your sister can save you?" Bianco growled, and I laughed at their bickering. Luca had a knack for riling up everyone he met, always sparking a playful fight.

"Fucking kid," Raul muttered under his breath, earning a glare from Bianco.

"What was that?" Raul flashed a sarcastic smile and shook his head.

"Nothing to get your dickhead worried about," he said coolly. Bianco rolled his eyes and moved to my side, linking our arms.

"You know, Angel, you're the only real friend I have here. These two are idiots sent to ruin my life," Bianco mumbled dramatically, but a sharp look from Raul had him releasing my arm with another eye-roll.

"Thanks for the offer, Uncle Bianco, but I don't need your architects. I'd rather not live in fear of my house collapsing," Luca said with a goofy smirk, making Bianco glare and Raul chuckle.

I shook my head, smiling, as we walked inside.

The interior was a royal masterpiece, everything draped in pristine white. *Does their whole family have a thing for white?* I'd been here less than two minutes, but the cozy ambiance already felt like home, wrapping me in comfort.