{ Andrea's POV }

A week has passed since Isla left. I've been saving recordings from Samuele's office on my phone including the ones where him and Chelsea were talking bad about me, and than began to have sex. Proving if nothing else his broken vow.

Today we leave for Ander's and Roslyn's wedding celebration. They've already gotten married, but have made it mandatory that all the other bosses, their wives, and underbosses come and celebrate with them.

I have a feeling there is more to this whole celebration thing, but it's not my place to warn Samuele. He should figure it out for himself. Before we leave Samuele has to go get Chelsea because yes of course she is coming with us.

"He just left." Donte informs

"I know." I reply

"I heard from Luis, we've been staying in contact since they left. He said that Nicolás wanted me to let you know that Isla is doing good, and adjusting well." Donte informs

"Thank you for telling me." I reply politely

"Can I ask you a question?" Donte asks

I nod.

"Andrea you've been here and married to Samuele for a year. You don't talk much, and you act as if you don't know anything but you seem to know more than anyone else. How is it possible?" Donte asks

I stay silent for a while, and I don't think Donte expects me to answer.

"I just observe." Is all I reply with

I can tell he doesn't buy it but I don't trust any of them enough to answer that question honestly. I walk back upstairs and finish packing... and I start thinking about my real answer to Donte's question.

I married Samuele because I was forced into an arranged marriage. I'm staying because unless I have a good enough reason for divorce in Ander's eyes then I could get punished by trying to break the contract. Samuele has broke vow after vow. He has even threatened my life and Isla's. But is that enough?

I don't talk much here because I don't trust any of them. The only one who has earned a little trust and respect from me is Donte, but I don't plan on telling him that.

I don't talk back to Samuele or Chelsea because it would only make things worse, until I have a way out. Right now it isn't that bad. I can handle it all but I do have a limit to how much mess and disrespect I will take. So far I've been biting my tongue and allowing them to get away with everything.

But I'm just about to my limit... My limit of not caring. My limit of biting back instead of biting my tongue.

The ones who raised me made sure that I would stand up for myself against everyone if I needed too... but they taught me to be controlled, and smart about it. Which is why I haven't done anything yet. I have things to figure out first.

I act like I don't know anything because the dumber and weaker they think I am the more they underestimate me. Which I hate but it gives me an advantage for when the time comes that I do fight back.

My life still seems pathetic but I'm only letting it stay that way until I find a way to bring it all down.

And that's my real and long answer.

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Samuele came back with Chelsea, then we left to the private plane. By we I mean Samuele, Chelsea, Donte, and Myself.

When we get on the plane and it starts to take off. I feel myself grow tense as I see Samuele and Chelsea talking privately in the corner. Now I know Samuele's plan. It's not a pretty one, and it's going into effect while we're in Greece. I just have a feeling. Which means that I have to remain calm, and be alert ; while acting like a dumb trophy wife.

Oh fun.

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A little after we land in Greece, just as we're getting ready to get off the plane Chelsea decides to try and toy with me.

"You could've worn something a little more, considering. You should show more respect." Chelsea says to me

I can't even take her seriously. I mean don't get me wrong she is gorgeous, and has a pretty good body, and I'm sure she's smart in her own way... but she dresses like a whore, acts like one too.. then she acts classy and higher than me. Like what?

I mean everyone should dress however they want, and sleep with whom ever they want (unless they are married).... but don't dress yourself like a cheap tramp, and then call yourself classy while pretending to be rich. It's just sad.

If you want to dress like a tramp, then own it.. if not dress different. Don't say one thing, and then dress another. It's apparently a pet peeve of mine.

I ignore her comment and just as I'm about to follow Donte off the plane she grabs me by my hair and pulls me back.

Is she seriously doing this? I could kill her.

I mean they have said some pretty harsh things to me, but never has anyone laid a hand on me until now.. my guess is now they feel in power because of their plan being in effect. So now they are becoming over confident.

I rip her hand out of my hair, and she yells ow. And I'm the weak one..(cue the eye roll)

I pay no attention to her yet again, and I try to get off the plane again...but yet again I'm stopped. Samuele grabs my upper arm tight enough to leave a bruise, and pulls me back.

"You better show some respect." Samuele says

I don't say a word because he doesn't want to hear what will come out if I open my mouth .

Samuele grabs me tighter and says "Did you hear me cagna?"

How could I not? He's almost screaming in my ear. I'm not deaf.. but I'm not going to respond because frankly I'm not a b!tch.. yet anyway.

He shakes me gripping my arm tighter again. "ANWSER ME?!" Samuele yells

"I heard you." I force out and then bite my cheek to stop anything else from slipping out.

Samuele lets go of my arm, and I thought that he was satisfied.. but no he back hands me across the cheek so hard it whips my face to the side, and almost knocks me on the ground.

But I remain standing and calm.

"From now on you need to learn that I'm your boss, you listen while I'm talking, and answer when I ask you a question. Chelsea is at my left hand side, and you will learn to respect her like a queen.. You will never lay your hand on her again. I don't care what she is doing to you." Samuele spits out with hatred towards me

I bite my cheek harder and force a nod. Then I walk off the plane and go and sit in the limo that was waiting. Donte got my bags for me.

Donte gives me a look of concern but I slightly shake my head to let him know I'm not talking about it.

I hear Samuele talking on the phone most likely letting my sperm donor know we landed, and I also hear Chelsea laughing. I'm not sure why because she'll be the next one in line.

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Who do Samuele and Chelsea think they are the king and queen of England

They don't even hold rank in Greece, and this is where they decide they need to be more forceful with their clear distaste for me. All I know is there won't be a next time for one of them to lay a hand on me...

That is where the line gets crossed.

I may take on a lot mentally.. But... I'm not going to accept physical abuse.

And I'm sick of all of it..

It's time this stupid charade ends!