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Chapter forty-three: Years of deception
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Captured heart Chapter forty-three: Years of deception
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
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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,
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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
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Mateo looked at the embittered Betty pointing a gun to his head. The air felt toxic with tension everyone was shocked by the scene unfolding before them. Even Alfred, who had been about to intervene, froze, his eyes darting to Mateo for guidance. Mateo, however, remained calm, his hand raised in a warning signal to Alfred to stay away. “Where is it?” She ordered in a bold tone. Mateo's expression turned puzzled. "What do you mean?" "The box...I believe I received a gift," sounding tough, she wanted to prove to him that she was aware.Mateo became surprised with the realization of the sudden situation. He realized there was no escaping the truth; she knew about the box, it was already too late. Her question wasn't a mere inquiry, but a statement of fact, born from concrete knowledge of full awareness. He felt trapped, wondering how she had discovered the truth.As the silence stretched, Mateo's unease grew, his calm demeanor beginning to crack under the pressure.“How did you…?”Mat
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She stormed away from the scene, returning back to the mansion, walking through the dark corridors of the tunnel filled with rage. Her mind unstable with the shocking revelation, questioning herself of what she just heard, the words "a gift for her" ringing in her ears like a cruel taunt. She laughed, the sound manic and hysterical, as the full weight of her situation crashed down upon her. She remembered the maids she met earlier, it finally dawned on her that they had been discussing her and when she told him, he pretended not to know, she was bitter to the bones that all that came to her mind was violence and revenge. As she entered the main hall, her gaze swept the room, taking in the guards standing at attention, the maids going about their duties. She looked round with a scheming gaze studying the environment and it felt like the perfect time to unleash her wrath, she thought to herself. Everyone seemed to be her enemy, their smiles and nods a thin veneer for their true action
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"Betty..." he looked down into her eyes, hoping his words had convinced her. She looked up at him. “Mateo..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Still in his arms, his touch gentle, reassuring. "I promise to stand by you," he said, the words tumbling out of his mouth, surprising him. He had wanted to offer her comfort, but he hadn't expected to be the one surprised by his own words. Betty's eyes widened, her surprise mirrored his. She hadn't expected this from Mateo, the cold, hard man who always seemed to be in control. Was this a genuine show of his feelings, or was it just a pitiful attempt to placate her? She couldn't read his expression, her heart too heavy, too consumed by grief to decipher his emotions. Trying to see beyond the mask, beyond the stoic facade. But his eyes, usually so piercing, so intense, seemed... different. Vulnerable, maybe. Or perhaps she was just seeing what she wanted to see, what she needed to see. He squeezed her arms with tenderness. “I'm he
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