I don't count the days, the months anymore..
Every day in this house is worse than any prison in the world. This is worse than a psychiatric hospital. I feel empty, sad, depressed. I don't know how to describe my day, because nothing in it is good.
Lately I've been feeling weak, I'm eating less, I have no will to do anything. I feel like my head is going to explode from the pressure.
Trying to find a way out of this hell is torture.
I left my room and went down to the kitchen to make myself some tea, but on the way to the kitchen I met my worst enemy. Maximilian Ruiz.
I hate this man, I hate his look, his voice. My ears hurt when I hear him. Is it possible for a person to disgust you so much that you want to vomit when you see them.
I turned my gaze away from him and continued walking towards the kitchen, but he followed me.
"Get out everyone!" He called out to the maids who were preparing the meal. I don't feel sorry for them because they are rude to me and don't respect me, but it doesn't matter. This is the enemy's house, so they are enemies, everything is expected.
I took the cup in my hand, but Max grabbed my other hand and, feeling his touch, the cup fall out of my hand onto the floor. I glared at him.
"Let go of my hand, what do you want from me?" I said coldly and harshly.
"Can we talk normally for at least one day. Why do you hate me so much?" He said honestly, looking me in the eyes, not taking his eyes off me.
He let go of my hand and I went to the fridge to maybe find something nice to eat, I completely ignored him.
I opened the refrigerator door and immediately ran to the bin and threw up. What's happening to me? The unbearable stench from the fridge entered my nostrils.
"Isabella, what's wrong?" Max asked me, and went to the fridge but he couldn't understand anything.
"Let's go to the doctor, come." I didn't resist, I just obeyed him because I've been feeling bad for the past week myself.
"Don't touch me." I moved my hand away from him and kept walking. I can't wait to get back to my room and brush my teeth.
"Mr. Ruiz, how can I help you?" The nurse asked when she saw us. The man has a hospital in the mansion, this is a whole level higher than the life I lived in before I found out about the mafia.
"Isabella feels bad, I want the doctor to check her out." Max said.
"Okay, you can go into this room, I'll call the doctor now." Max was already getting nervous because they were working too slowly.
We entered the room and I sat on the bed and Max sat on the chair next to me. He was no more than a meter away from me.
"Mr. Ruiz, miss, tell me what's hurting you, how are you feeling." Does Max have to be here?
"Doctor, I've been feeling pretty bad for a while now. Dizziness and fatigue, I could just sleep all day. Different smells bother me to the point that I'm throwing up. Some of the foods I used to love now disgust me, I can't look at them." The doctor smiled.
What the hell is wrong with this doctor. Max is looking at him, and I think he want's to kill him.
"Okay, I'll examine you, but first we'll take some blood, so we can see your complete blood count to be sure." The doctor said, to which the nurse immediately started taking my blood.
I hate needles, all because of Max.
"We'll wait half an hour for the blood results to come in. Can I offer you something?" I've never seen such kind doctors in the real world. The mafia is something else, if you want to live then you become more than kind.
Max just waved his hand in response to no, and the doctor immediately left the room, or rather ran away.
"Isabella, are you feeling better?" Max has been trying to be on good terms with me lately, but we are far from that. There is only hatred between us and there is no going back. He cheated me, used me, humiliated me, literally mocked me to my face, he and his family, I think Santiago and Ariel. I am here because of her, and the worst thing of all is that she ran away from home to be with Luciano, and they thought Luciano had kidnapped her. I found myself in the middle, I seem to be the sacrificial lamb.
"Don't act like you care about me. Stop acting like we're together, don't do that. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE ANY COMMUNICATION WITH YOU, STOP!!" I started yelling at him, but soon after that the doctor came in with the results.
"What are the results, what are you waiting for?" Max said rudely to him, now angry.
"Congratulations, miss, you're pregnant." I looked at the doctor in shock, not closing my eyes. Me pregnant? How is that possible.
"You're pregnant with the wretched Altimari. You came to me with his child. This just got even better." He started laughing like a psychopath.
He grabbed my hand and started pulling me, he didn't let the doctor finish what he had to say.
He dragged me to the room and abruptly threw me on the bed.
"You're not leaving this room, you slut. Fucking bitch. Do you even know whose child it is, maybe someone else's." He has no shame at all.
This son of a bitch.
"You damn bastard." I got up from the bed and swung at his face with all my might. It wasn't a slap, it was a punch.
Tears streamed down my face, trying to calm myself down only made me cry harder.
"This child, it's yours!" I shouted and sat on the bed, I looked away from him.
Why is this happening to me? I was supposed to be happily married, have a child, a family, and what did I get? Prison, and I'm still pregnant with enemies child.
"You're lying!!" He grabbed my jaw tightly, squeezing it, causing me pain. I put my hand on his, trying to move it away from my face.
"It hurts.. me..!" I tried to say.
He pulled away from me and looked at me with hatred in his eyes.
"This child is unfortunately yours. Believe me I wish it were different but I guess I'm so damned that I have to put up with you, and now I have your child. You're the last man I had sex with, don't you remember you cum inside me. It's been two months since that. Believe me I wish it had never happened." Now he's just even angrier.
"I disgust you so much huh? From today you're my wife, forget about Damien, and your family, this is your present and future. On Saturday is the head of the Greek mafia's birthday and I'm invited, you're coming with me. I hate him. Damien will never forgive me for this.
"I hate you. I hate you more than anything in the world, and I curse the day I helped you. Die." I started to scream but he slowly walked out of the room as if nothing was happening.
When you think it can't get any worse, but, that's my life.
