Chapter 27 Elena's Pov

• ELENA'S POV;
• I remembered the first time I walked into this place, completely traumatized by the kind of person that Antonio was. I'd struggled to settle in, being so fearful of who he was and how ruthless he was. I still was terrified of Antonio, because I knew there was a side of him that could never be toyed with. I feared that side more than anything because it appeared that he really didn't care about what happened next as long as you trespassed. So many things I realized over the times that I'd spent with Antonio. He was a wealthy man and a workaholic who had everything together apart from his relational life. When I first came in here I looked around and noticed how enchanting everything was. It was all so beautiful. From the mattress to the sofas and the well-polished dressing table...but I knew deep down that happiness didn't reside in here only fear, because I was always on the edge or at the point of breaking down. I couldn't deny him sex no matter what. He'd still have sex with me even if I said no. He was good at giving me mixed emotions, but as possessive as fuck. As his wife, I had to succumb to everything he said. And I never knew this before but he was into drugs. That was illegal but I dared not question him to avoid it. I could say that throughout my life, I never planned on getting married, but a married life with Antonio wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
• After getting down from the bed, I had a shower before changing into her nightie. Antonio had left the room already, probably working with Ray. But I have to say that I had the best time last night. I realized it was the first time ever we actually cuddled. I was actually happy that the kind of life that I had with Antonio was different from the life my father and mother had. I didn't want to have to greet my husband like my mom did my father. He was pleased to use my mother as a slave every time he came home. But I was like three years old at the time. He ran away when I was six. From then on, my mother tried her best to take me through school and study so I could get a degree, at fourteen I tried everything that I could to make sure she was comfortable even with finances. It wasn't easy for me, especially when I heard that my mother was cancer-positive. I sighed, the memory was just so painful. I didn't have the money to take her to the hospital, and that was when my uncle arrived at my school, took me from school and promised to take my mother to school if I went with him. I did, for the sake of my mother. Little did I know he would continue using that to threaten me so I could sleep with his customers. It continued that way until I realized my mother was dead. Even though she was admitted to the hospital, my uncle never gave me a chance to see her; threatening me with her life. I wanted to escape so many times but he always punished me each time he realized what I was up to.