LOGIN“I want it all,” Betty said to Mateo, but he remained mute unable to understand her words, the weight of her words hanging between them like a physical barrier. Expecting her to act all sober as she used to but this time she displayed a different personality, he struggled to process the sudden shift in her demeanor. “What do you mean?” he finally asked. “I want to own it... my father’s throne…I want it all, his kingdom , his legacy, I’m ready,” she declared, her gaze unwavering. Mateo looked at her, torn between relief and dread. For long, he had pushed her to accept her birthright, yet he hadn't anticipated the type of rage he saw in her eyes. The rage in her eyes was cold, burning with hate, bitterness and revenge. He knew the events of the last few days really broke her but If she chose to lead with that darkness, maybe things might thrive, or it might burn to the ground. “Let’s go inside,” he murmured, reaching out to help her up and intentionally sidestepping her demand
“ I know he will” she repeated confidently.Betty knew Mateo would come for her, it was only a matter of time. Thomas and the guard exchanged confused glances, unable to decipher the certainty in her voice. Irritated by her mocking tone, Thomas stormed over to her, grabbing her jaw in a bruising grip. “You petty thing... I would have ended you right here if I could, but I’m operating under orders,” he spat, shoving her face away with aggression. Betty stared after him, wondering whose orders he was following. Of course it would be the Don he mentioned earlier. They were preparing to drag her toward the perimeter fence when a figure emerged from the shadows. A sudden, powerful kick sent Thomas sprawling forward. The guard, instantly alert, threw Betty to the ground to free his hands for the fight. When Mateo stepped into the dim light of the moon, the guard recoiled a few steps. “Why don’t you ever listen,” Mateo said to Thomas, his voice filled with fury.Thomas pushed himself up,
Standing before her was her ex-boyfriend, the same man who had heartlessly dumped her the very day she was abducted. Betty could hardly breathe, the realization that he played a role in her nightmare made her world spin. Her life from her childhood was beginning to play before her, she felt like a pawn on someone else’s board.Forced to her knees before him, her hope withered. She felt utterly powerless at the mercy of the man she once thought loved her.Thomas held a burning cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke with a look of smug satisfaction. "You two... know each other?" Betty whispered, turning her eyes toward her guard. "So it was you? all along?" "Oh, sweet Betty," Thomas teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "You’ve always been unlucky, haven't you? From the day you were born, your fate was sealed for doom." Betty stared at him, struggling to process the betrayal. "Thomas? What are you doing here?"He laughed, a cold, jarring sound. "What do you think? You’ve always been so
Betty was caught off guard by a powerful blow to her face, sending her crashing to the floor. Her vision blurred as her guard wrapped a towel around her head, constricting her airway and muffling her screams. She struggled to breathe, her voice trapped in the suffocating darkness.She flailed wildly, her hands grasping for her guard’s face, but he was too strong. He lifted her and slammed her to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through her body. Her bones felt like they were shattering, she tried to let out a scream but he grabbed her mouth to tight.As she tried to fight back, grabbing at his elbow, he swiftly ended the struggle with a precise strike to a vital cord in her neck. The world went dark, and she lost consciousness.He dragged Betty to a corner, careful not to be seen by anyone, took her keys and locked her door, carefully going about not to be seen by anyone.Satisfied, he hoisted Betty onto his shoulder, her body slumping lifelessly. The hallway was empt
The maid approached them, her body trembling. Betty looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the other maid, but she was nowhere to be found.“Where is she?" Betty demanded. The maid remained mute, her silence linked to fear. She stared at Mateo, her eyes wide with terror, as if she had witnessed something horrific.Betty's anger boiled over, and she approached the maid, shaking her with frustration. "Speak!!!" she commanded, her patience wearing thin.The maid's silence was driving Betty mad, and she pushed her hard, trying to get her to talk. "Where is the maid you were gossiping with? About my gift? Remember?"Mateo intervened, trying to calm Betty down. "Betty, calm down!!" But she shrugged him off, her anger and frustration taking over. "Get off me!" she snarled, pushing him aggressively.The maid, already shaken by the scene unfolding before her, suddenly let out a scream as her head began to spin.“She's dead," the maid whispered.Mateo and Betty exchanged a shocked glance,
Betty stood at the balcony, her gaze lost in the darkness as she replayed the events that had unfolded. She wasn't just consumed by hatred; she was angry with herself, feeling betrayed but not by just Mateo, but by every feeling he woke in her, by the emotions he had stirred within her. Her heart had chosen him, despite his scarred reality and she couldn't fathom why, how could a pure heart as hers choose someone with a scarred heart as Mateo? She pondered the life she could have led if fate hadn't intervened, if she wasn’t kidnapped perhaps she would have been an ordinary girl, moving on with a new boyfriend, living an ordinary life. Instead, she found herself at the helm of a mafia empire, a responsibility she had never imagined would be hers.The weight of her new reality was a burden and she couldn't help but think of the irony. She had tried to escape it several times but it kept coming back to her. Mateo de Carlo, once a man she had feared and dreaded, how long the fear of his t







