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“Your daughter wants a divorce,” was his opening sally and Theresa’s fingers tightened around the phone.
“What are you talking about? Divorce is not an option and you know that!” Her father astounded her by responding.
“Yes,” Sandro’s voice was dryer than the desert in summer. “I know that but it appears that she does not. You didn’t tell her about our agreement?” What agreement?
“Of course not,” Jackson Noble III scoffed contemptuously. “She would never have married you if I had… the little twit fancied herself in love with you!” Her father laughed harshly and Theresa winced. Her free arm wrapped around her midriff as she tried to keep her nausea at bay. Sandro did not react to her father’s last statement.
“I thought she knew… that she’d gone into this marriage consenting to sell herself for the sake of your sadistic little contract. Daddy’s good little girl to the very end!” He finally said after a long pause.
“Would it have changed your mind if you’d known you were marrying a naïve little fool, who thought you epitomized her every dream come true?”
“And she has no idea what the terms of our agreement are?” Sandro finally asked slowly.
“Well I assumed she would discover them from you eventually…”
“Are you telling me that she married me believing that I was in love with her?” He sounded humiliatingly incredulous that Theresa would ever have believed him in love with her.
“Of course,” her father snorted, she could practically hear the careless shrug in her words.
“And you just went ahead and let her believe that?”
“I know it was a ridiculous assumption on her part but it played right into our hands. It was like watching a sleepy kitten fall in love with a roaring lion,” her father laughed, he actually laughed, after saying that. “But I doubt she would have married you otherwise.”
“‘Played into our hands’? There’s no us here, Jackson. I had nothing to do with your obscene little scheme.”
“Oh spare me your sanctimonious drivel, Sandro…” her father scoffed. “It smacks of hypocrisy when you gained a hell of a lot out of this deal. And even if you’d known about Theresa’s expectations it would have made no difference to the eventual outcome. You know that as well as I do.”
“She’s your daughter!” Sandro suddenly roared furiously. “That should have meant something to you.”
“Of course it meant something to me… it meant that she could at last be of some use to me! Her role in my life is now quite vital. So you’d better keep her happy, get her pregnant and stop her prattling on about divorce. You know what you stand to lose if your marriage dissolves before I get what I want.”
“I had a life before this ridiculous arrangement… and I would like to get back to it at some point,” Sandro finally intoned and Theresa bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out at the knowledge that her husband had always considered their marriage to be something outside of his real life! She had never met his family, all of whom lived in Italy. He visited them every second month for at least two weeks and never bothered asking her to join him. Of course he had never wanted them to meet her, not when she was just his “temporary” and unwanted wife.
“Well you know what it would take to get out and I’m amazed that it’s taken you so long to accomplish that task.” Sandro remained silent.
“You know we had a setback, it’s been difficult to recover from that!” He finally responded. Theresa’s brow furrowed and her sweaty hand tightened around the receiver which was practically welded to her ear. She tried to figure out what they were talking about… what was this goal that would set her free? It had something to do with a mutual business interest if the conversation was anything to go by. She would do anything to help Sandro accomplish whatever he needed to if it meant she could get out sooner. And once she was free she would walk away from them both and never look back.
“Yes… that damned girl can’t do anything right, can she?” Her father suddenly grated and Theresa’s head came up when she realised that they were talking about her. What on earth did… “The one thing you’d expect the woman to be able to do and she botched even that.” Oh God! Theresa finally realised what they had been referring to in such dry, legal terms and she nearly doubled over in pain.
“No-one was to blame for what happened,” Sandro shocked her by saying. “It was just one of those things…”
“Regardless,” her father dismissed. “Sire a boy on the brat and be done with it. Surely the task shouldn’t be too difficult for a strapping young man like you? After that, you’re most welcome to obtain your divorce and live happily ever after with that Francesca woman of yours. The Love of your Life that’s what the Press once called her, right?”
Francesca? Theresa didn’t know what to process first, the fact that this whole marriage had been about her being a broodmare for whatever sick goal they had in mind, or the fact that Sandro had been/was(?) in love with another woman. Both bits of information hurt so much that Theresa felt like she had been physically assaulted. She’d always assumed that Sandro’s desire for a son was fuelled by his Italian male ego; the need to propagate his seed and all that. The thought that it was part of some kind of bargain that he had made with her father had never even crossed her mind! Even though she had hated the way he could never touch her without that ultimate goal in mind, she had always believed that it was something he wanted; a son to carry on his name and an heir to inherit his fortune. Instead the baby would only ever have been a way for him to gain his freedom and carry on his life with Francesca.
But what was supposed to happen to her and the baby once Sandro had fulfilled his end of the bargain? Would he simply leave and forget about them? The one thing she had never doubted was that if Sandro wanted a son, he would love the child. Now she wasn’t even sure of that! Sandro seemed to despise her so much she now knew that even though any baby they had would carry his name, it would ultimately be neglected and unloved by its father just like she had been by hers. She couldn’t allow that to happen… this made her even more determined not to have a child.
As for her father’s role in all this, she certainly knew why he wanted a grandson, absolutely no mystery there! He had always bemoaned his lack of male progeny to carry on his line and his business. Theresa had never been good enough to inherit, he had always made that quite clear but she had never realised how far he would go to ensure a male heir. It was all so archaic… she was so wrapped up in her painful thoughts that it took her a while to register the low buzzing in her ear and realise that the two men had disconnected their call. She very carefully, as if it was the most fragile thing in the world, replaced the receiver in its cradle and sat quite still for a long time before suddenly exploding into action and dashing to the en-suite bathroom where she violently threw up the meagre portion she had had for breakfast.
After she was done she rinsed her mouth and headed back to the bedroom and crawled into the centre of the huge bed, where she sat with her knees drawn up to her chest and her face buried in her hands. She was hurting too much to even cry and was shaking so badly that her teeth were chattering. She didn’t know what to do or where to turn. She needed to get out of this situation, as far away from both of them as she possibly could. Possible solutions and scenarios kept marching their way through her traumatised mind but nothing viable presented itself. There was still Sandro’s threat against Lisa’s business to consider, she also had no real money of her own and she knew that with their considerable resources her father and husband would find her before she could get very far.
She was still mulling it over when a soft knock sounded on the bedroom door. It swung open before she could respond and her big, dark, beautiful husband stood framed in the doorway. His eyes swept over her small, dishevelled form as she sat in the middle of the bed, her knees still drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her folded legs.
“You’ve been in here for nearly three hours, Theresa,” he said in a quiet voice. It was the kind of voice one would use when talking to an unbroken, high-strung horse. Three hours? Theresa hadn’t realised that it had been that long and when she moved, her muscles screamed in protest. She had actually been sitting in one position for nearly that long. She gingerly and with visible effort stretched her arms and legs, trying not to wince in agony as her blood started circulating more freely.
“I didn’t realise,” she murmured, pushing her long hair out of her eyes. “I was going to visit Lisa.”
“Why?” He asked sharply and she shrugged.
“Something to do,” was her casual response.
“I thought…” He hesitated and Theresa’s eyes snapped up to his face in surprise, the hesitation was so unusual in her supremely confident husband. “I thought we could have lunch together… go out somewhere. We haven’t done that in a while.”
“Try never,” she half-laughed incredulously and his brows beetled slightly.
“Of course we have…” he began.
“Once,” she nodded. “About a month before we were married. I remember that once quite vividly because I felt like a heroine in my own personal fairytale. The giddy, foolish, not-quite-so-fair maiden having a meal with her dark, broody, oh-so-handsome prince who couldn’t be bothered to string together two sentences the entire time and checked his watch every five minutes like he had someplace much more important to be. But of course, I didn’t care, that was just the way you were and I ‘loved’…” she sneered the word. “…you anyway. We never went out again after that.”
“Of course we did,” despite his assertion, he looked r

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Putri Anda ingin bercerai," itu pembukaan sally dan jari Theresa menegang di sekitar telepon.
"Apa yang kau bicarakan? Perceraian bukanlah pilihan dan Anda tahu itu! "Ayahnya terkejut nya dengan menanggapi.
"Ya," suara Sandro adalah pengering dari gurun di musim panas. "Aku tahu itu, tapi tampaknya dia tidak. Anda tidak menceritakan tentang perjanjian kita? "Kesepakatan apa?
"Tentu saja tidak," Jackson Noble III mengejek menghina. "Dia tidak akan pernah menikah Anda jika aku punya ... yang twit sedikit naksir dirinya jatuh cinta dengan Anda!" Ayahnya tertawa keras dan Theresa meringis. Lengan bebas memeluk perut saat ia mencoba untuk menjaga mual nya di teluk. Sandro tidak bereaksi terhadap pernyataan terakhir ayahnya.
"Saya pikir dia tahu ... bahwa dia pergi ke pernikahan ini menyetujui untuk menjual dirinya demi kontrak kecil sadis Anda. Gadis kecil yang baik Daddy ke akhir! "Dia akhirnya berkata setelah jeda panjang.
"Apakah itu telah berubah pikiran Anda jika Anda sudah tahu Anda menikahi orang bodoh sedikit naif, yang mengira Anda dicontohkan dia setiap mimpi yang menjadi kenyataan?"
" Dan dia tidak tahu apa ketentuan perjanjian kita? "Sandro akhirnya bertanya perlahan.
"Yah aku berasumsi dia akan menemukan mereka dari Anda akhirnya ..."
"Apakah kau mengatakan bahwa ia menikah saya percaya bahwa saya cinta padanya? "Dia terdengar dipermalukan percaya bahwa Theresa akan pernah percaya dia jatuh cinta padanya.
"Tentu saja," ayahnya mendengus, dia bisa dibilang mendengar bahu ceroboh dalam kata-katanya.
"Dan Anda hanya pergi ke depan dan membiarkan dia percaya itu?"
"Aku tahu itu adalah asumsi konyol di pihaknya tetapi bermain tepat ke tangan kita. Rasanya seperti menonton anak kucing jatuh mengantuk cinta dengan singa yang mengaum, "ayahnya tertawa, dia benar-benar tertawa, setelah mengatakan itu. "Tapi aku ragu dia akan menikah Anda sebaliknya."
"'Dimainkan ke tangan kami? Tidak ada kita di sini, Jackson. Saya tidak ada hubungannya dengan skema kecil cabul Anda. "
"Oh luang saya omong kosong suci Anda, Sandro ..." ayahnya mengejek. "Ini bernada kemunafikan ketika Anda mendapatkan neraka banyak dari kesepakatan ini. Dan bahkan jika Anda tahu tentang harapan Theresa itu akan membuat perbedaan pada hasil akhirnya. Anda tahu itu juga seperti yang saya lakukan. "
"Dia putri Anda!" tiba-tiba meraung Sandro marah. "Yang seharusnya berarti sesuatu untuk Anda."
"Tentu saja itu berarti sesuatu kepada saya ... itu berarti dia bisa akhirnya menjadi beberapa digunakan untuk saya! Perannya dalam hidup saya sekarang cukup penting. Jadi sebaiknya Anda tetap bahagia, mendapatkan dia hamil dan menghentikannya berceloteh tentang perceraian. Anda tahu apa yang Anda akan kehilangan jika pernikahan Anda larut sebelum saya mendapatkan apa yang saya inginkan. "
"Aku punya kehidupan sebelum pengaturan konyol ini ... dan saya ingin kembali ke sana di beberapa titik," Sandro akhirnya melantunkan dan Theresa menggigitnya bibir sulit untuk menahan diri dari menangis keluar pada pengetahuan bahwa suaminya selalu menganggap pernikahan mereka menjadi sesuatu di luar kehidupan nyata nya! Dia belum pernah bertemu keluarganya, semuanya tinggal di Italia. Ia mengunjungi mereka setiap bulan kedua untuk setidaknya dua minggu dan tidak pernah peduli memintanya untuk bergabung dengannya. Tentu saja dia tidak pernah ingin mereka bertemu, tidak ketika dia hanya nya "sementara" dan istri yang tidak diinginkan.
"Yah kau tahu apa yang diperlukan untuk keluar dan saya kagum bahwa itu diambil Anda begitu lama untuk menyelesaikan tugas yang . "Sandro tetap diam.
"Kau tahu kami memiliki kemunduran, itu sulit untuk pulih dari itu!" Dia akhirnya menanggapi. Alis Theresa berkerut dan tangan berkeringat nya diperketat di sekitar penerima yang praktis dilas ke telinganya. Dia mencoba untuk mencari tahu apa yang mereka bicarakan ... apa tujuan ini yang akan membebaskannya? Ini ada hubungannya dengan kepentingan bisnis yang saling jika percakapan adalah sesuatu untuk pergi oleh. Dia akan melakukan apa saja untuk membantu Sandro mencapai apa pun yang diperlukan untuk jika itu berarti dia bisa keluar lebih cepat. Dan sekali dia bebas dia akan pergi dari mereka berdua dan tidak pernah melihat ke belakang.
"Ya ... gadis terkutuk tidak bisa melakukan sesuatu dengan benar, dapat dia?" Ayahnya tiba-tiba parut dan kepala Theresa datang ketika dia menyadari bahwa mereka berbicara tentang dia. Apa yang lakukan ... "Satu hal yang Anda harapkan wanita untuk dapat melakukan dan dia gagal bahkan." Oh Tuhan! Theresa akhirnya menyadari apa yang telah mereka mengacu pada kering, istilah hukum tersebut dan dia hampir dua kali lipat lebih sakit.
"Tidak ada yang harus disalahkan atas apa yang terjadi," Sandro terkejut dengan mengatakan. "Itu hanya salah satu hal ..."
"Apapun," ayahnya diberhentikan. "Sire anak laki-laki pada anak nakal dan dilakukan dengan hal itu. Tentunya tugas tidak boleh terlalu sulit bagi seorang pemuda tegap seperti Anda? Setelah itu, Anda dipersilahkan untuk mendapatkan perceraian dan hidup bahagia selamanya dengan wanita Francesca dari Anda. The Love of Life Anda itulah yang Pers pernah disebut, kan? "
Francesca? Theresa tidak tahu apa yang harus memproses pertama, fakta bahwa seluruh pernikahan ini telah tentang dirinya menjadi broodmare untuk apa pun tujuan sakit mereka ada dalam pikiran, atau fakta bahwa Sandro telah / adalah (?) Cinta dengan wanita lain. Kedua bit informasi sakit sehingga Theresa merasa seperti dia telah diserang secara fisik. Dia selalu menganggap bahwa keinginan Sandro untuk anak didorong oleh ego pria Italia-nya; kebutuhan untuk menyebarkan benih dan semua itu. Pikiran bahwa itu adalah bagian dari beberapa jenis tawar-menawar bahwa ia telah dibuat dengan ayahnya bahkan tidak pernah terlintas dalam benaknya! Meskipun ia membenci cara dia tidak pernah bisa menyentuhnya tanpa bahwa tujuan akhir dalam pikiran, ia selalu percaya bahwa itu adalah sesuatu yang ia inginkan; anak untuk membawa nama dan ahli waris untuk mewarisi kekayaannya. Sebaliknya bayi akan hanya pernah menjadi jalan baginya untuk mendapatkan kebebasan dan melanjutkan hidupnya dengan Francesca.
Tapi apa yang seharusnya terjadi padanya dan bayi setelah Sandro telah memenuhi akhir nya tawar-menawar? Apakah dia hanya meninggalkan dan melupakan tentang mereka? Satu hal yang ia tidak pernah meragukan adalah bahwa jika Sandro ingin seorang putra, ia akan senang anak. Sekarang dia bahkan tidak yakin itu! Sandro tampaknya membenci dia begitu banyak sekarang dia tahu bahwa meskipun bayi yang mereka punya akan membawa namanya, itu akhirnya akan diabaikan dan tidak dicintai oleh ayahnya seperti dia telah dengan miliknya. Dia tidak bisa membiarkan itu terjadi ... ini membuatnya bahkan lebih bertekad untuk tidak memiliki anak.
Adapun peran ayahnya dalam semua ini, dia pasti tahu mengapa ia ingin cucu, benar-benar ada misteri di sana! Dia selalu meratapi kurangnya keturunan laki-laki untuk melakukan on line dan bisnisnya. Theresa tidak pernah cukup baik untuk mewarisi, ia selalu membuat yang cukup jelas tapi dia tidak pernah menyadari seberapa jauh ia akan pergi untuk memastikan ahli waris laki-laki. Itu semua begitu kuno ... dia begitu sibuk dengan pikiran yang menyakitkan bahwa itu membawanya beberapa saat untuk mendaftarkan dengung rendah di telinganya dan menyadari bahwa kedua pria itu terputus panggilan mereka. Dia sangat hati-hati, seolah-olah itu adalah hal yang paling rapuh di dunia, meletakkan gagang telepon di tempatnya dan duduk diam untuk waktu yang lama sebelum tiba-tiba meledak ke dalam tindakan dan gagah ke kamar mandi en-suite di mana dia keras muntah yang sedikit Bagian yang ia punya untuk sarapan.
Setelah dia selesai dia dibilas mulutnya dan kembali ke kamar tidur dan merangkak ke tengah tempat tidur besar, di mana ia duduk dengan lutut ditarik ke dada dan wajahnya dimakamkan di tangannya. Dia menyakiti terlalu banyak bahkan menangis dan gemetar begitu buruk bahwa giginya gemeletuk. Dia tidak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan atau ke mana harus berpaling. Dia harus keluar dari situasi ini, jauh dari mereka berdua saat ia mungkin bisa. Solusi yang mungkin dan skenario terus berbaris jalan melalui pikirannya trauma tapi tidak ada yang layak muncul dengan sendirinya. Masih ada ancaman Sandro terhadap bisnis Lisa untuk mempertimbangkan, dia juga tidak punya uang nyata sendiri dan ia tahu bahwa dengan sumber daya mereka cukup ayah dan suaminya akan menemukannya sebelum ia bisa sangat jauh.
Dia masih merenungkan hal itu ketika ketukan lembut terdengar di pintu kamar tidur. Hal itu terbuka sebelum dia bisa merespon dan besar, gelap, suaminya yang indah berdiri di ambang pintu. Matanya menyapu bentuk nya kecil, acak-acakan saat ia duduk di tengah-tengah tempat tidur, lututnya masih disusun ke dadanya dan lengannya melilit kakinya dilipat.
"Kau sudah di sini selama hampir tiga jam, Theresa, "katanya dengan suara tenang. Ini adalah jenis suara yang akan digunakan saat berbicara dengan seorang terputus, tinggi-tegang kuda. Tiga jam? Theresa tidak menyadari bahwa sudah begitu lama dan ketika dia pindah, otot-ototnya menjerit protes. Dia benar-benar telah duduk dalam satu posisi selama hampir selama itu. Dia hati-hati dan dengan upaya yang terlihat membentang lengan dan kakinya, mencoba untuk tidak meringis kesakitan karena darahnya mulai beredar lebih leluasa.
"Aku tidak menyadari," gumamnya, mendorong rambut panjangnya dari matanya. "Saya akan mengunjungi Lisa."
"Kenapa?" tanyanya tajam dan dia mengangkat bahu.
"Sesuatu yang harus dilakukan," itu respon santai nya.
"Saya pikir ..." Dia ragu-ragu dan mata Theresa tersentak ke wajahnya terkejut, yang ragu-ragu begitu biasa di suami sangat percaya diri nya. "Saya pikir kami bisa makan siang bersama-sama ... pergi ke suatu tempat. Kami belum melakukan itu dalam waktu. "
"Coba pernah," dia setengah tertawa tak percaya dan alisnya bertaut sedikit.
"Tentu saja kami memiliki ..." ia mulai.
"Sekali," dia mengangguk. "Sekitar sebulan sebelum kami menikah. Saya ingat bahwa setelah cukup jelas karena saya merasa seperti pahlawan di dongeng pribadi saya sendiri. The pusing, bodoh, gadis tidak-cukup-begitu-adil memiliki makanan dengan gelap, murung, pangeran oh-begitu-tampan yang tidak bisa diganggu untuk string bersama dua kalimat sepanjang waktu dan melihat arloji setiap lima menit seperti ia tempat yang jauh lebih penting untuk menjadi. Tapi tentu saja, aku tidak peduli, itu hanya cara Anda dan saya 'mencintai' ... "dia ejek kata. "... Anda pula. Kami tidak pernah pergi keluar lagi setelah itu. "
"Tentu saja kami lakukan," meskipun pernyataannya, ia tampak r