Till We Part

Chapter 5: Attraction or Repulsion?

Sara

Whatever  happened, in that moment, left me buzzed. I was in trapped in a heated arousal, was shocked to my core, fearlessly intimidated but most importantly, I was furious at myself.

I didn't have to kiss him back, but I did. I let Erik's anger shake me. I was vulnerable during that night, and I let myself go.

Erik Stanzo, a man who was tempted to destroy me. He told me he needed me that night and forcefully kissed me before shoving a ring at my face. I didn't let the bastard slide it onto my finger ring but I was scared when he twisted my wrist and kicked me in my belly. I knew I was a strong woman but knowing the load of my business, resting on me, scared the shit out of me.

The man assaulted me and I didn't budge. I couldn't. He knew me. He knew my secret. He knew I wasn't Sara Antonio. He knew I was Sara Anabella Capilla, the broken woman. He knew about my family.

In one night, I figured out I had lost it all, forever. I found out that my father and mother passed away in a car crash a year after abandoning me, and my sister, died three years later while giving birth to her child, who also died after birth. Erik was her husband. Erik was the man who had been ripped off his happiness,  just like me.

He wanted to marry me, knowing that I was a billionaire and owned one of the most successful businesses in the world. He said he felt lost after my sister, Anya Capilla, and his business dropped into a hole. His so-called father, Dereck Stanzo, adopted him when he was two, only on the begging of his wife. Erik's adoptive mother passed away when he was fifteen and ever since then, his father had been blaming him for it.

Erik started his own business with Anya of a bakery when he ran away with her, but as fate would have it, it failed as soon as it started.

I felt bad for him, so I did the next best thing than marrying him. I offered him money and promised to move him to Italy, where according to him, he was born.

He agreed.

I bribed a man into leaving me and my family alone. I didn't treat him with the shit he deserved, because I felt him to be family.

Of course, I couldn't tell any of this to Nathan, or zia, they would've just started throwing fits of worry and fear, which was not a good thing for zia or angel. I couldn't let my guard down.

In a way, I felt dread and pain from every single thing that happened during the night so I didn't sleep in my room. I drowned myself in Scotch and whiskey.

"Sara!" Damian's voice echoed in distance. I felt my body being dragged in air or maybe a bed and then a halt. I was on a stretcher.

"Cara, please talk to me!" Damian cried and I slightly parted my eyelids to look at my husband, I felt like I wasn't going to return from whatever I was trapped in.

"Sir we need y-" the rest of the loud woman's words drowned into my darkness as it took over me.

"Baby, cara, look at me please. Say something." I heard Damian's begging voice beside my right ear.

I could feel his warm hand covering mine, lifting it and then kissing it. Oh, how much I loved his kisses, those kisses brought me back to life everyday, but then I didn't understand why my gut and heart told me that I couldn't face this man anymore.

"I'm sorry it happened cara." I heard him croak.

Sorry? What happened? my brain was bombarding questions at me and I felt his hold tighten on my hand. He kissed my hand again and then sobbed.