Chapter 29

Chapter 29
Fernandez told her to stop covering, his voice husky and laced with amusement. "I've already seen everything, Anna. You can't hide from me."
Anna quickly grabbed the bedsheets and wrapped them around herself, cursing Fernandez in different manners. "You pervert! You're a monster! How can you do this to me?"
Fernandez chuckled and entered the bathroom with a towel, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're so beautiful when you're angry, Anna."
Anna selected a dress for the day, a sleek black number that hugged her curves and highlighted her porcelain skin. She took it to the guest room, her former room, and dressed quickly, her hands shaking with anger as she thought about how that perverted Fernandez had seen her body. Her make-up was also subtle. As she put on a stiletto and carried an expensive handbag, she thought, "This is the advantage of marrying Antonio Fernandez. I get to wear beautiful clothes and carry luxurious handbags."
As she made her way out of her former room, she met Fernandez, who was dressed neatly in a three-piece suit, his navy blue tie perfectly knotted, and his shoes polished to perfection. His hair, usually combed back, was gelled today, and his eyes sparkled with arrogance.
"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "Look at you, Anna. You look stunning. Do you like what you see?" He gestured to his reflection in the mirror.
Anna scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're not even handsome. You're just a self-absorbed, arrogant man who thinks he can do whatever he wants."
Fernandez retorted, his smile faltering for a moment. "That's why you chose your ex-boyfriend. He was a loser, just like you."
Anna was deeply hurt, and her eyes welled up with tears. She left for the dining room, her heels clicking on the floor, and her head held high.
Fernandez thought, "Why hasn't she responded? She always has a reply." He was happy, thinking he had found a way to shut Anna up.
The maid greeted them and served breakfast, a sumptuous feast of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. As they ate, Fernandez noticed a mushroom in one of the dishes and called the head chef. "Haven't I warned you never to cook any dishes with mushrooms in this mansion? The madam is allergic to it."
Anna told him it was okay, but Fernandez chastised the head chef anyway. "Do you want to kill my wife? Get back in the kitchen and cook something else."
They left for work in a sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, with tinted windows and a customized interior.
Anna didn't know how to react to Fernandez's behavior, her mind torn between anger and confusion. She didn't understand why he was being so cruel to her.
Chapter 30: A Brewing Storm
As they arrived at the company, the driver opened the car door for Fernandez, who stepped out and then turned to open the door for Anna. He wrapped his arm around her waist possessively, declaring to the world that she was his. Anna didn't like the way they were so close, or how his hand was resting on her curves, but she had to maintain the charade for the sake of the public.
"Good morning, everyone," Anna said, smiling brightly as they entered the company. Her voice was like music, sweet and melodious, but Fernandez's expression remained cold and unyielding.
Fernandez, on the other hand, maintained his cold face, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. His gaze was piercing, his eyes narrowing as he took in every detail.
Mr. Thompson, the company's second-in-command, walked up to them, a smile on his face. "Good morning, Madam, Boss," he said, his eyes darting between the two. "It's a pleasure to see you both today."
As they settled down, Fernandez opened his mouth to speak, but Anna cut him off. "Right away, sir," she said, her voice sweet and obedient. "I'll get your favorite black coffee ready for you."
Mr. Thompson watched speechlessly as Anna took charge, Fernandez not seeming to mind. He was used to Anna's efficiency, but today she seemed different. Today, she seemed determined.
Anna knew Fernandez's habits all too well, having asked Mr. Thompson about them. She knew he always drank black coffee whenever he settled into his chair. And she was determined to use that knowledge against him, to take revenge for his cruel behavior.
She made her way to the coffee machine, everyone watching as she expertly brewed a cold Americano with a generous amount of sugar. Fernandez's favorite drink was black tea without sugar, but Anna was determined to give him the opposite.
As she finished the coffee, she took it to Fernandez, who was still reading a file. Mr. Thompson saw what she had prepared and thought maybe Anna had forgotten that Fernandez loved black coffee, but before he could remind her, Anna glared at him and he immediately shut up.
"What's this?" Fernandez growled, his voice low and menacing, as he took a sip of the coffee.
Anna smiled sweetly. "Your coffee, sir. I thought you might like something different today."
Fernandez's eyes widened in surprise as the sweet, cold liquid hit his tongue. He spat it out, his face twisted in disgust.
"This is not my coffee," he spat, his voice rising. "What is this abomination?"
Anna shrugged, her smile never wavering. "I must have made a mistake, sir. I'll make you another one."
Fernandez's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You did this on purpose," he accused, his voice low and deadly. "You're trying to poison me."
Anna's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with triumph. "Whatever you say, sir. I'm just trying to do my job."
Fernandez's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "You're playing with fire, Anna. And you knew it."