Having sex with him... But that... That... wasn't working—at least not in the traditional sense. Still, he had other fetishes, other expectations. That was normal, wasn't it? A wife fulfilled what her husband needed. Attend dangerous banquets. Smile when required. Play the role.
She should be getting something worth it in return.
If a time comes when the marriage is over, she could leave with something tangible.
"How much was the debt?" He turned and asked her directly before returning his gaze on the tablet.
This man was too moody and easy to change his mind.
"Hehe… Forget it… forget…" She laughed nervously, waving her hands. Her palms were wet with sweat.
She had almost walked into a trap of her own making. Pushing too hard, asking too much—before the deal was even sealed. Santiago gave nothing for free. And she had learned, long ago, that showing your hand too early was the fastest way to lose.
