Weeks passed and the bond between me and the Fernandezes became stronger. True to his words, Mr. Fernandez started treating me as his own daughter. His wife was always checking up on me and making sure I was comfortable. Sergio, the tension between us whenever we were alone in a room seemed to get thicker every time. For some reason, he seemed to be holding back. But despite the hesitation, I could tell he had already fallen for my charms. I had made my moves. Now, I was only waiting for him to make his. Perhaps by leaving his credit card with me, he had began. Just maybe. So far, My plan was going smoothly. There was a little problem though. Not sure if it was a problem but it had become a thing of concern to me—Diego's attitude. Though he treated me nicely like everyone else, I'd sometimes catch him zoned out, looking at me or passing double edged remarks. It seemed he was the only one who was still a little cautious of me. Maybe it was a figment of my imagination or perhaps, me be
"Of course I was looking for you. Why else would I be here?" I swallowed, hoping he wouldnt see through my nervousness. "I was looking for you and I got lost. This house," I gestured vaguely around the hallway. "is like. castle." Diego's expression remained unconvinced. His gaze then flickered from my face to the ajar door, lingering a bit longer than longer. "A castle?" He hummed. "I guess you can say that." In an attempt to steady my breath, I heaved a sigh. "You don't believe me?" I asked, giving him a small smile. "I swear, I was not peeking in there for any other reason. I was looking for you. You can ask Sergio if you don't believe me. I told him about going to you but forgot to ask him where the room is." Diego seemed to believe my words. His brows straightened and his lips curved into a lopsided smile. "It's not to like there's a skeleton in there anyway." The barb flew out before I could stop it. "And how sure are you about that?" I blurted. Regret instantly washed over
I didn't know what to expect standing in front of the pulsating party room door with Diego. I felt a tad nervous and uncomfortable. Diego must have sensed my nervousness. His touch, a gentle nudge against my shoulder with his strong arm. "Hey! What's up?" "I don't know anyone," I confessed, my voice barely audible over the loud music. "You know me," he said, smugly. "you don't have to worry about anything. Just think of me as your social passport. Everyone in there is my friend. All you have to do is loosen up and have fun. Trust me, you need this." A hesitant smile tugged at my lips. "I guess." "Let's go?" I nodded. Walking into the party room, girls swarmed around us—Diego precisely, like a school of fish out of water. It was clear to me that he was popular amongst the girls, though a cynical voice in my head wondered if it was purely his charm or if they simply just wanted a share of his family's wealth. The piercing gaze from one of the girls made me squir
My heartbeat accelerated, and I mentally cringed at the thought of being found out. "Diego!" Caesar called, his voice laced with razor sharp menace. "What a delightful surprise. We meet again." Their gazes met in a silent duel. Bemused, my gaze flickered between the two of them. I recalled Caesar telling me he knew the Fernandez family but the animosity crackling in the air spoke of a deeper discord. They were like wolves circling each other. Diego ignored him and averted his gaze to me, a silent question hanging in the air. I swallowed a ball of nerves in my throat as I awaited the inevitable questioning. I was already thinking of an excuse to give but it seemed Diego wasn't interested after all. "Nicole, shall we get out of here?" "Wait a minute," Caesar stood in front of me like a protective shield. "Is this how you treat your acquaintances? Oh," he face palmed. "Of course, how could I forget?...that's who you are. And more importantly, where in the world do you know
Diego's brows furrowed. "To a party, where else?" "She just got discharged from the hospital!" Sergio rasped. "She doesn't need this right now. She's not all about that lifestyle." Diego scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive. "Seriously, Sergio? It's not a big deal. I don't understand why you're blowing it way out of proportion. When I was leaving the house, I met Nicole in a bad mood and decided to invite her to join me. Just to uplift her mood. Nothing more." I titled my head to the side, a sly smile stretching my lips. I was enjoying the drama a little too much. It felt almost as if the two brothers were fighting for my attention. What an interesting twist. Sergio heaved a sigh, running his fingers through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "Look, Diego," he started, his voice strained. "I didn't mean to, you know..." He trailed off. "It's just... when I returned, she wasn't in her room. I got worried. She's my responsibility, after all." "I understand," Diego
THIRD PERSON Walking out of the room, Sergio puffed out his cheeks. He had no idea what Nicole was doing, but whatever it was, he couldn't deny the fact that she had an effect on him. Looking into her eyes, he could see the sincerity, the innocence and longing in them. It made him feel a tad sad because he knew he could never give her what she wanted... He wasn't in the position to anyway. Things were much more complicated than they seemed. Shaking his head to get rid of the thought, he made his way to Diego's room. He couldn't help but feel anxious. He wondered what Diego had to tell him for he looked and sounded very serious. It was atypical of him. Yes, Diego had always been a little too serious with outsiders, but never with family. "Diego," Sergio called before pushing open the door. Diego was standing by the window, staring blankly into space. Despite Sergio's arrival, he didn't turn to face him. "You've finally gotten my time." "What do you want to talk to me about?" S
Juliana's point of view Wow! Staring at the transcript of my result, I couldn't believe I passed. I did! OMG! I really did! Dad would be elated to hear of the good news - I smiled, reminiscing how hard I studied to be able to get a scholarship. My hard work did not go to waste after all. It paid off. I giggled to myself and gazed at the results again for the umpteenth time. I just couldn't stop myself from repeating the process. It seemed so... Surreal, even to my own eyes. Dad; he worked so hard just to make sure I succeeded. I could wait no longer to get home and present my results to him. Indisputably, he would be astonished and overjoyed at the same time. Frankly speaking, he was the reason behind my zeal to get a scholarship so badly. I wanted nothing more than to be able to take us out of the poverty I grew up in. To be able to give him a better life. A life he actually deserved. Ever since I was just a kid, the way loan sharks harassed him had never gone unnoticed by me.
Groaning, I regained consciousness and just like like, everything that happened a while ago came rushing back into my system like a flood. Hot, fat tears ran down my cheeks like a loose faucet. Right in front of me, my entire world came crumbling down and I couldn't do anything to help. I was useless! Like a raging bull, I got up and pushed open the door, but to my horror, I met an empty living room. "Dad? Dad?" I screamed for him, but my efforts were futile. Knowing they couldn't have gone far, I raced outside and true to my words, I sighted them, throwing his body in the trunk of a black truck. I raced towards them, but at that very moment, the vehicle began to move. "No!" I continued running after the vehicle until my legs became jelly and I fell flat on my face. "Give him back to me." I cried intermittently. The image of his lifeless body in the pool of his blood suddenly flashed in my mind. "DAD! DAD!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs until my voice croaked and began to br