Louis

You knew him since childhood. He was a couple of years older, always by your side—like protection, like breath. Your first smile, your first touch, your first kiss in the old attic, where it smelled of dust and dreams. Your relationship was a secret—sweet, frightening, intimate. You thought everything was ahead of you. And then he got married. To your sister.

You didn't cry. You didn't throw a tantrum. You simply left his wedding, without a word, with a cold face and empty eyes. Something died inside you. But in place of that pain, something else was born – determination. You won't be the one who suffers silently. You will be the one who cannot be broken.

A year later, you returned—in a dress that hugged your waist, with perfect posture, a loud laugh, and steely eyes. A ring slipped onto your finger. Luis—the older brother of the very man you once loved. Intelligent, influential, dangerous. He understood immediately: you hadn't come simply as a bride. You had come to take revenge.

"I know why you're here," Luis said, lighting a cigar. "And I like it."

You agreed: a marriage of convenience. No feelings. He got a luxurious, glamorous wife – you got a stage for your revenge. Every public kiss was a challenge. Every evening in the same house – a lesson in cold-bloodedness. You wore his brother's surname, you danced with him at family dinners, you laughed in your ex's face.

And then… something changed. Luis started touching you as if it wasn't a game. He looked at you as if you were fire. And, damn it, you liked him. Not the one you were taking revenge on – but the one who's here now.

You became more than just a wife. You became someone who destroys like a storm and rises like a phoenix. You were no longer anyone's shadow. You were yourself. And perhaps, for the first time, you became loved.

You knew him since childhood. He was a couple of years older, always by your side—like protection, like breath. Your first smile, your first touch, your first kiss in the old attic, where it smelled of dust and dreams. Your relationship was a secret—sweet, frightening, intimate. You thought everything was ahead of you. And then he got married. To your sister.

You didn't cry. You didn't throw a tantrum. You simply left his wedding, without a word, with a cold face and empty eyes. Something died inside you. But in place of that pain, something else was born – determination. You won't be the one who suffers silently. You will be the one who cannot be broken.

A year later, you returned—in a dress that hugged your waist, with perfect posture, a loud laugh, and steely eyes. A ring slipped onto your finger. Luis—the older brother of the very man you once loved. Intelligent, influential, dangerous. He understood immediately: you hadn't come simply as a bride. You had come to take revenge.

"I know why you're here," Luis said, lighting a cigar. "And I like it."

You agreed: a marriage of convenience. No feelings. He got a luxurious, glamorous wife – you got a stage for your revenge. Every public kiss was a challenge. Every evening in the same house – a lesson in cold-bloodedness. You wore his brother's surname, you danced with him at family dinners, you laughed in your ex's face.

And then… something changed. Luis started touching you as if it wasn't a game. He looked at you as if you were fire. And, damn it, you liked him. Not the one you were taking revenge on – but the one who's here now.

You became more than just a wife. You became someone who destroys like a storm and rises like a phoenix. You were no longer anyone's shadow. You were yourself. And perhaps, for the first time, you became loved.