Silent Eyes
In the heart of New york, the veneer of a perfect marriage between Emilia and Xavier was beginning to crack. The truth was, their union had been nothing more than a carefully orchestrated arrangement, a merging of two powerful families that stood to gain from their alliance. Love was never part of the equation; it was a business transaction, pure and simple.
Xavier, with his silent eyes that seemed to pierce through the shadows, was more than just a high-profile businessman—he was an assassin. A master of his trade, he had learned to compartmentalize his life, to keep his work hidden from those who knew him as the charming, successful entrepreneur. Emilia, however, was not fooled. She had seen the signs, the late nights, the cryptic phone calls, the way his gaze turned cold when he thought she wasn't looking.
Their relationship, once a fiery passion that consumed them, had deteriorated into a toxic mess of lies and deceit. Emilia felt trapped, her life a never-ending cycle of opulent parties and hollow conversations, all under the watchful eyes of those who expected her to play the dutiful wife.
It was at one of these gatherings that Emilia overheard a conversation that chilled her to the bone. Whispers of a hit, a name that caused her heart to stop—a target that was too close to home. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks; Xavier's next job was to eliminate a political figure who was not only a family friend but also her secret confidant.
The betrayal stung, a bitter poison that seeped into her veins. How could she have been so blind? How could she have married a man who was capable of such cold-blooded actions? Emilia knew she had to act, to prevent the assassination that could tear her world apart.
But confronting Xavier was not an option; it would be signing her own death warrant. Instead, she needed to be cunning, to use her knowledge of his secrets to her advantage. She began to lay the groundwork for her escape, all while maintaining the facade of the perfect wife.
The days that followed were a blur of fear and determination. Emilia orchestrated her movements with precision, leaving no trace of her plans. On the night of the planned hit, she made her move, slipping
the marriage of Emilia and Xavier was a ticking time bomb. Arranged under the guise of uniting two powerful families, it was a strategic play, devoid of affection. Xavier, a man whose eyes could silence a room, was an assassin hidden behind the facade of a successful businessman. Emilia, wise beyond her years, saw through the charade. The late-night returns, the hushed calls—it was all too clear.
Their love, once a wildfire, had now withered into a toxic wasteland. Emilia felt ensnared in a life of pretense, her every smile for the public a silent scream for freedom.
I was suffocating, the weight of the secrets I carried was crushing me. That night, at yet another hollow gala, I overheard whispers that froze my blood—a target had been marked, and it was someone I held dear. Betrayal seared through me, its venomous tendrils wrapping around my heart. My own husband, Xavier, was the serpent lying in wait.
How had my life come to this? Married to a man whose hands were stained with the shadows of death. I couldn't confront him—that would be my end. No, I needed to be clever, to turn the knowledge of his dark world against him. It was time to plan my escape, all while playing the perfect wife.
Days passed in a haze of dread and resolve for Emilia. She moved with calculated grace, her plans meticulously hidden beneath layers of deception. On the eve of the assassination, she seized her moment, her actions a silent dance of liberation.
As I slipped away from the life I knew, the air tasted of freedom and fear. I left behind the silent eyes that once promised eternity, now nothing more than hollow mirrors of betrayal. Ahead of me lay the unknown, a path fraught with danger, but it was a path I chose—a chance to reclaim my life from the ashes.