Hidden Truths by Neva Altaj EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Neva Altaj
- Genre: Biographies & Memoirs of Criminals, Biographies of White Collar Crime, Multicultural Romances
- Publish Date: 22 September 2022
- Size: 1 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
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- Price: Free
Three days ago
There are exactly eleven pieces of meat and twenty-three french fries on
the plate. I have counted them at least twenty times since Maria brought the
food two hours ago. It was harder to resist while the food was still warm,
filling my nostrils with its aroma. But even now, my mouth waters and my
The second day was the worst. I thought I would lose my mind, so I
started counting the pieces of food and imagined I was eating them. It helped.
Somewhat. Maybe it would have been easier if the meat wasn’t cut into small
pieces, each one taunting me. I could have taken just one, and no one would
have noticed. I don’t know how I prevailed that day.
I’m on the fifth day of my hunger strike. They bring me food and water
three times a day, but I don’t touch anything except water. I would rather die
of starvation than willingly marry my father’s killer.
The door on the other side of the room opens and Maria walks in. We
were best friends once. Until she started fucking my father. I wonder when
she decided to switch to Diego Rivera—my father’s best friend, business
partner, and as of five days ago, his killer.
“There is no point in this, Angelina,” Maria says and comes to stand
before me with her hands on her hips. “You will marry Diego one way or
another. Why choose the harder way?”
I cross my arms and lean against the wall. “And why don’t you?” I ask.
“You are already fucking him. Why stop there?”
“Diego would never marry a servant’s daughter. But he will continue
fucking me.” She gifts me one of her particularly condescending looks. “I
doubt he’ll want to touch you now, Manny Sandoval’s daughter or not. You
were never anything special, but now you look half dead.”
“You could ask him to let me go and have him all for yourself.”
I can’t imagine how she stomachs having that pig touch her. Diego is older
than my father was, and he stinks. I will always associate the smell of stale
sweat and bad cologne with him.
“Oh, I would. Gladly.” She smiles. “If I thought it would work. Diego
believes that taking over your father’s business contracts will go much
smoother with the Sandoval princess as his wife. He will wait a day, maybe
two more. Then, he’ll drag you to the altar. He has been incredibly patient
with you, Angelina. You shouldn’t test him much longer.” She takes the plate
with the untouched food and leaves the room, locking the door behind her.
I lie down on my bed and watch the curtains billow on the light evening
breeze. I’ve been feeling dizzy since this morning, so falling asleep is no
longer as hard as it was a few days ago.
There are also no more tears left.
I still can’t believe that my dad is gone. Maybe he wasn’t the best father
on the planet, but he was my father. Work always came first for Manuel
Sandoval, which wasn’t unusual. No one expected the head of one of the
three biggest Mexican cartels to spend a day playing hide-and-seek with his
kid, or anything like that, but he loved me in his own way. A sad smile forms
on my lips. Manny Sandoval might not have come to my recitals or helped
me with homework, but he made sure I knew how to shoot almost as good as
any of his men.
Male laughter reaches me from the patio, making me shudder. That lying
bastard and his men are still celebrating. It wasn’t enough that he killed my
father, the man he did business with for more than a decade. Oh, no. He took
over his home and his business contracts. And now, he wants to take his
daughter as well.
I close my eyes and recall the day when Diego came to our house. Nobody
suspected anything because for years he had visited my father at least once a
month. When we realized what was happening, it was already too late.
I shouldn’t have attacked Diego that day. The only thing it bought me was
a blow across the face that made me see stars. When I saw my father’s body
lying on the floor, with blood pooling on either side, I couldn’t think straight.
Killing the asshole was the only thing on my mind. Instead of waiting for a
better opportunity, I completely disregarded his two soldiers, took one of the
decorative swords hanging on the office wall, and lunged at Diego. His men
caught me before I even came close to their boss. And laughed. And then
they laughed some more when Diego slapped me across the face, almost
dislocating my jaw.
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