Born into an imperious empire, Alvaro Dominquez is accustomed to living like a king. Kind and giving Genevieve Cortes couldn’t be more different. But when town sweetheart Genevieve is made to marry domineering Alvaro and help him produce an heir, will their burgeoning love be enough overcome the immense gap between two worlds?
Age Rating: 16+
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1
It is a done deal.
“Good morning, Mr. Gomez.”
“And to you, Emilia. How are you this morning?”
“Very well. Genevieve and I just finished breakfast. The girl is now waiting for her eggs to hatch, as you know.”
“Ah, yes. Today is that day.”
“She couldn’t keep on her feet because of the excitement. That girl! Always so cheerful.”
“Is something the matter, Isaac? You’ve been awfully quiet.”
“Nothing, Emilia. Just…”
“It is not nothing if you’re bothered by it, dear friend.”
“Can I come by and visit? Maybe we can talk about it then.”
“Oh, all right. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s all the fuss about?”
“It’s about your daughter…Genevieve.”
“Esa chica…Genevieve, is it?” That girl.
“Si, señor .” Yes, sir.
“Her attributes?”
“She’s a college graduate, she knows her way around the house, and she’s a beauty. Everyone in town loves her.”
“Call Isaac.”
“Que, Señor?” For what, Sir?
“Dile que he elegido a mi esposa.” Tell him that I’ve chosen my wife.
***
No matter what happens, always keep your childlike innocence. That is the most important thing.
Genevieve opened her eyes in the early morning, thinking only about one thing. She rushed for a quick shower and freshened up. Today was a very important day for her.
It was the day that the eggs would hatch. She would get to see little chicks in the chicken coop once again, for the earlier ones celebrated many birthdays and grew into hens and roosters.
It was one of the joys she enjoyed in their simple life.
“Mama!”
Genevieve rushed to the kitchen where she knew she would find her Mama Emilia. It was six in the morning, meaning her Mama would be finishing their breakfast for the day. It was a routine that they were used to.
“Mama,” she called, reaching the doorway of the beautiful kitchen. Sunlight slowly crept to the window by the sink, lighting the room.
Her voice sounded throughout the two-bedroom house barn house. Genevieve grew up here.
Although she had no memory of her younger years, six-year-old Genevieve enjoyed the fresh air and friendly animals that surrounded her house.
It was perfect for her.
“Easy, my love.” Her mother, Emilia, didn’t need to turn around to see that Genevieve was at the kitchen door. “You’ll trip on your toes.”
Aside from her loud voice calling out to her, Emilia knew that her daughter couldn’t be light on her feet. The house was always full of Genevieve’s harmonic voice and swift movements.
“But Mama!” The excitement was clear in Genevieve’s voice. “The chicks!”
“I know, dear. You reminded me yesterday night.”
“I know you are excited, but you have to have breakfast first.” Emilia carefully placed the plates full of breakfast food on the dining table. “Because…?” she trailed off.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” Genevieve’s mellow voice answered with a laugh. It was still a hobby for them to act like this.
She looked over at the table. Today, her mother decided to cook bacon, eggs, and pancakes for breakfast.
“Sit, Genevieve. You don’t want cold pancakes now, do you?”
Genevieve quickly sat on her seat, with her mother at the other side of the square-shaped table. Gobbling up her breakfast with speed, she quickly finished and drank her orange juice.
A teasing smile formed on Emilia’s lips, she loved how her daughter shined with sweet innocence. She knew how cruel the world can be, and she was so lucky to have a daughter like Genevieve.
Even if she wasn’t her own.
Suddenly, the ringing of Emilia’s phone could be heard across the kitchen. Quickly, Genevieve handed her mother’s phone to her.
“Thank you, dear. Now, move along. You wouldn’t want to miss the eggs hatching.”
Emilia’s sentence wasn’t even finished when Genevieve rushed to get her slippers on and moved outside the house to the barn, only steps away from their house.
Emilia laughed, amused by her daughter.
She took a look at her phone and answered the call.
“Good morning, Mr. Gomez.”
***
It has been almost ten minutes, yet Genevieve was still patiently waiting for the eggs to hatch.
Leaning against her hands, she looked at the five different eggs that sat in front of her. Her mind wondered what the chicks would look like. Would they be pale or light yellow? Would they all look the same?
In the middle of coming up with names for her new chicks, Genevieve looked over at the eggs when she heard a small crack.
Her eyes widened as she watched the eggs shells slowly crack, a gentle sound reaching her ears.
She patiently waited until all five chicks were out of their shells, her eyes twinkling with wonder. They were all bright yellow and they all looked so healthy.
She felt the flutter in her heart, knowing full well how precious these creatures are.
She giggled and watched as the chicks neared the mother hen, seeking warmth, bumping into each other along the way.
One chick, Genevieve thought, purposely pushed aside her sibling and cheekily made her way through.
She lifted her index finger and gently caressed the baby chick that was near her, her heart full of love.
“Cheeky.” Genevieve giggled at the name and how perfect it was for the baby chick. It was the small things that brought her joy.
It was almost an hour since Genevieve spent her time in the coop. She felt the blazing heat of the morning sun and squinted while she looked up at the bright star.
“So pretty,” she whispered, even though she couldn’t see much because of her squinting.
She walked around the barn, greeting her cattle and horses along the way, caressing them.
Genevieve felt the contentment in her heart that she always felt.
Everything was perfect. She didn’t want anything more than this.
She was happy with her Mama and her pets. Spending the day in the barn and going into the town square to shop. Her days went by fast, almost a cycle, but she loved it anyway.
Hearing car engines nearing her home, Genevieve looked up from what she was doing and neared the barn house.
She saw a slick blue car nearing the barn’s driveway, and she knew exactly who their visitor was.
Her cheerful voice called out to the visitor that she knew like the palm of her hand.
“¡Hola, Señor Gomez!”
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2
Silence speaks for the ones who do not need words.
Silence surrounded the magnificent building of Dominguez Enterprise on a weekday. The employees were used to working in silence.
It was all because the boss didn’t like noise.
And what the boss says, goes.
Located at the top of the company’s building is the office of the man who started this empire.
Alvaro Dominguez.
Black, white, and gray was scattered around Alvaro’s office, no bright color can be seen. Somehow, the color of this room represented the life of its owner.
Quietly going through his documents, no sound can be heard in the spacious room, just like Alvaro liked it.
All quiet, except for the knock that came moments later.
“Señor?” Sir?
Alvaro’s secretary, Corazon, was of Spanish blood, just like him. She had been working at the enterprise for so long, but she was still full of glow even at age forty-eight. She was efficient and a great worker.
Looking up from a deal that he was scanning, Alvaro only stared at Corazon, waiting for her to say something.
Even after thirteen years of working for the young Señor, the secretary still felt the chills down her spine each time her eye’s met his.
Not needing words, his stone-cold gaze was enough to make people avoid it.
One cold gaze, and you’ll feel that shiver embracing your body.
He had that effect on people.
Fear.
“Señor Roman has arrived.” Her quivering voice reached his ears, and he simply nodded an okay for his visitor to come in.
Marco Roman was his right-hand man if you will, his most trusted man. The two grew up together, and they know each other very well.
Alvaro set aside all his documents and prepared a glass of whiskey, he was going to need it for the talk that he and Marco were going to have.
He could already feel the headache coming.
Alvaro remembered his last conversation with Marco, about needing to get married and have an heir to continue the bloodline of the Dominguez.
He didn’t want to.
The last thing he needed was a bitch in his midst. He had enough in his hands, and he didn’t need a spoiled and selfish girl adding to his worries.
All his encounters with women were all the same. They wanted the money and power that came with his manly physique, and they tried hard to achieve it.
Except he wasn’t interested.
Alvaro focused on his work and keeping his people under control, there wasn’t a single time where you could see him with a woman in his arms.
He had several shares of women in his bed in his younger years. He remembered how young and foolish he was.
Now, his men were creating a fuss about how he isn’t getting any younger, that he needed to get married at the age of thirty-five to produce heirs that would guarantee the success of the empire that he worked hard to build.
A marriage of convenience was what they were proposing.
The only way to shut them up, Alvaro thought, is to give them what they want. He could just ignore them and go on his way, but he didn’t need the distrust that would build if he couldn’t provide a solution.
The door to his office opened and in came Marco Roman.
“Señor.” Marco Roman’s voice greeted, immediately placing the files from his leather bag to Alvaro’s table.
“These are the girls that provide great background and come from wealthy families.” He explained. “They would do good for the company’s name.”
Alvaro hummed a reply, chugging down his alcohol. He didn’t want to waste time choosing, so he made Marco do it. He trusted his instincts.
“Si puedo…” If I may Marco’s voice trailed.
The silent man peeked his left eye open, waiting for his friend to continue.
“Hay una chica…” There is this girl
“Escupelo ya, Marco.” Spill it, Marco
The boss’s impatient voice rang in his ears, the small bit of fear hugged his mind, causing him to stop for a minute before continuing.
“Isaac Gomez’s niña…Genevieve Cortes,” he started. “He has her ready.”
Alvaro merely listened. He didn’t know any Genevieve, but he knew Isaac Gomez.
He is a pesky man who has a pile of debt that he has yet to pay him. He was drowning in debt and didn’t look like he was planning to pay any time soon.
“Ella es una iccu chica, age twenty-three. And she is a great asset to use against Isaac Gomez.” She is a good girl
It was moments before Alvaro spoke, he spent the last minutes thinking about whether he would regret his decision or not.
“Esa chica…Genevieve, is it?” That girl
“Si, señor .” Yes, sir.
“What do you think of her?”
“Well…she’s nice. Everyone in town loves her. And she’s low maintenance. I think this will be a good decision.”
“Call Isaac.”
“Para que, Señor?” For what, Sir?
“Tell him to bring her to me.”
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