I Will Forget You’re My Wife.
Angel’s Pov
We arrived at an enormous mansion that mirrored the company’s sleek architecture, but with fewer floors, giving it a more residential charm.
The topmost floor was made entirely of glass, and under the night sky, it glowed with a soft, luxurious brilliance.
Beautiful flowers lined the well-manicured lawn, and a crystal-blue swimming pool sparkled at the corner like a jewel under the moonlight.
“Are all your buildings structured with glass?” I asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of my voice.
He tilted slightly toward me, a hint of pride in his eyes.
“Yes, tesoro.”
My lips twitched into a small smile. “Well, your architects are really amazing.”
“They should be. Joanna is brilliant.”
My brows furrowed. “Who’s Joanna?”
“My sister. She designed all of my buildings here in L.A.”
My mouth parted in surprise.
“You have a sister? Why didn’t you tell me, Raul? And how old is she?”
“I didn’t think it was necessary to start listing all my family members yet,” he replied calmly.
“Joanna’s seventeen. She’s always had a passion for architecture and art. I loved her designs, so I supported her by buying every single one.”
My heart warmed. He wasn’t just a protective brother—he was a good man.
“How much did you pay her?” I asked, half-teasing.
He smirked. “What do you think, considering all the properties you’ve seen?”
I pursed my lips, already imagining the number.
“So what does she do with all that money?”
“Mamá saves it for her. When Joanna turns twenty-one, she’ll have full access.”
I stared at him, feeling something flutter—something foreign and warm. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him tight.
“Tesoro, are you okay?” He gently pulled back, cupping my cheek.
“I just felt like hugging you,” I whispered, and he chuckled.
“You’re so fucking adorable,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
We stepped inside, and I instantly fell for the gold-and-beige ambience of the home.
The scent of his cologne lingered faintly—but so did the undertone of a feminine perfume I immediately recognized as Catalina’s. It clung to the air like smoke.
I instinctively crossed my arms, the temperature dropping and the tension rising.
“You have a beautiful home,” I whispered.
He muttered something under his breath in a foreign language.
“And get the table ready—” Catalina’s voice cut through the room, only to stop mid-sentence as her eyes landed on me.
Instant fury lit them up.
“What is she doing in my house?” She snapped, her tone venomous.
“She’ll be staying here,” Raul stated simply.
“OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY!” she exploded, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Catalina,” he warned, his voice dropping an octave. I stayed behind him, bored of her tantrums already.
“What the hell, Raul? You bring a woman to stay with us? You’re married, for crying out loud!” She yelled, her voice beginning to crack.
“Let’s not be dramatic, Catalina. You know she has to stay here for the project—”
“Bullshit!” she shrieked. “What happened to her coming and going? Or using the guest—”
“Why are you complaining, Catalina?” He cut in coolly. “Are you so insecure that you don’t trust me?”
He said it so casually, but the mockery in his tone wasn’t subtle.
She clutched her head and let out a frustrated scream. “It’s not about trust, Raul! It’s about that slut—”
“CATALINA!” He roared, the sound sharp and commanding. We both jumped slightly.
Her lips quivered, and tears glistened in her eyes.
“Raul—”
“Enough. You bring men from all over the world into my house for your photo shoots, and I never say a word. So who the fuck gave you the right to question me about my house?”
His voice thundered across the space like a slap.
Note to self: Never get him angry. This side of Raul was terrifying—and not the good kind.
“I can’t believe you’re raising your voice at me because of her,” she whimpered, glaring at me like I’d cursed her ancestors.
“Think whatever you want, Catalina. But my decision stands.”
He took my wrist and started pulling me toward the stairs.
“You’ll regret this, Angel!” She shrieked behind us.
Raul stopped mid-step and slowly turned his head.
“Touch a hair on her body…” his voice dropped to a deadly whisper, “…and I’ll forget you’re my wife.”
Catalina’s face drained of color as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
I shot her a wink and smugly wrapped my arm around Raul’s, climbing the stairs with him.
Author’s Note:
Angel’s moved in. Catalina’s losing it. Raul? He’s one breath away from going full “I’ll burn the world for her.”
Let’s just say… there’s a storm brewing, and the mansion’s not ready.
💬 What do you think Catalina’s next move will be? Drop your predictions (or favorite savage Raul line) in the comments. 👀⚡️
— With love, your drama-dealing author 💋