  &quot;Do I really have to wear this?&quot;, Rita sighed, staring at herself in the mirror.
  &quot;Yes, you have to. You're my fiancee, soon to be my wife and dressing shabbily wouldn't speak well of me&quot;, Edmundo said, fingering the necklace on her chest.
  Rita had never worn a gown as revealing as this. The gown was really short with an open back that clung to her hips, bringing out all her shape. She felt uncomfortable on it but she persevered only because she didn't want Edmundo to suspect her. If reverse was the case, she would happily wear this gown for Rodrigo knowing that he would appreciate it more.
  &quot;Now, hurry up or we'll be late&quot;, he said.
  Rita stared at him through the mirror,. He adorned a navy blue suit over a white bow that made him look handsome. Rita wasn't fooled by his appearance. Deep within him, he was a gutter fighter, a ruthless man who never s

  The next day of the wedding, Rita feigned illness. She couldn't being herself to attend a wedding that wasn't of benefit to her.
  &quot;Oh come, you want to tell me you're sick?&quot;, Edmundo said, pacing about.
  &quot;Edmundo, illness has no season. It could come anytime it so desires&quot;, she said, coughing for added effect.
  &quot;I see. Get some drugs from the kitchen. I'm going&quot;, he said, slamming the door behind him.
  Rita sighed, rising up from her bed. So much for being his fiancee. She made her way to the bathroom, using it as quick as possible.
  After the wedding yesterday, Rita decided to search Edmundo's room. She had a feeling that she would get one or two things concerning his recent attitude these past few days. When she was done, she made her way to his room, opening it with the spare key card she got from the table in her room. Before going to his room, sh

  Rita burst into tears at the relief that flooded her. She couldn't believe that he wasn't angry like she had expected. This made her love him the more and she couldn't wait to be in his arms again.
  &quot;It's okay baby, please stop crying&quot;, Rodrigo said.
  &quot;I thought you'd never speak to me again after how I treated you&quot;, she croaked, wiping her eyes.
  &quot;No, I would never resent you for that. I know you were only doing that because you were scared and confused. That's why I told you to never allow him rule your mind&quot;, Rodrigo said.
  &quot;I didn't want him to suspect a thing. You fail to underestimate him, he's very smart and cunning. One small lie could make him do things that are much bigger then him. I was trying to protect you from his madness&quot;, Rita said, taking a seat.
  &quot;He's truly mad. Away from him, how are you princess?&quot;,he asked.
  

&quot;Do I really have to wear this?&quot;, Rita sighed, staring at herself in the mirror.
  &quot;Yes, you have to. You're my fiancee, soon to be my wife and dressing shabbily wouldn't speak well of me&quot;, Edmundo said, fingering the necklace on her chest.
  Rita had never worn a gown as revealing as this. The gown was really short with an open back that clung to her hips, bringing out all her shape. She felt uncomfortable on it but she persevered only because she didn't want Edmundo to suspect her. If reverse was the case, she would happily wear this gown for Rodrigo knowing that he would appreciate it more.
  &quot;Now, hurry up or we'll be late&quot;, he said.
  Rita stared at him through the mirror,. He adorned a navy blue suit over a white bow that made him look handsome. Rita wasn't fooled by his appearance. Deep within him, he was a gutter fighter, a ruthless man who never stopped until he got what he wanted.
  As they walked out of the penthouse towards a limousine no 

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