"Great, just f*cking great." I mumbled under my breath."That's... That's... She's your stepsister! How could you think like that about her?" Clara gasped."You or anyone don't have the right to tell me how I should and should not feel for somebody." Michael sneered."Sorry, but that's immoral and disgusting." She crinkled her nose as she stepped back."You—""Let's go." I grabbed Clara's hand and quickly dragged her away."I can't believe Michael still has a crush on you even after he found out that you're his sister. Did you know about it?" She frowned once we entered her room."Yes. I knew." I nodded."And you didn't tell me! Are you crazy? For heaven's sake, you're living with him under the same roof. Who knows what he will try to do to you? Have you told Pablo or Lorenzo?" She asked."Not yet," I replied."You're really crazy. Have you forgotten that disaster of a date? If you continue entertaining him, he could and he will hurt you. You know what? If you aren't telling
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said, feigning ignorance."Don't lie to me. I know he made you invite me because he thinks that I don't have any friends. I should have known he would do that." Gabi scowled."Alright, yes, he told me to invite you." I confessed."I'm not interested. I can't believe he asked you to take me along like some kind of annoying little sister who is too scared to make friends on her own. Ugh, it's frustrating. Because I don't have friends doesn't mean I'm lonely. He needs to stop treating me like a kid." She yelled."He's only worried about you." I said softly."He shouldn't be. I'm fine; I don't need any stupid friends. I'm alright by myself. I'll tell Dad that he shouldn't pressure you to take me anywhere with you. You sound really excited about hanging out with Clara so you don't need a baggage tagging along. I'm sure it will be really awkward too." She huffed."I think you're messing it up. I didn't ask you to join us because Pablo made
Michael burst into laughter, and I scrunched my brows."What is so funny?" I asked."Sorry, that's just the most ridiculous thing I could ever think my mom could do. Fall in love? My mom! That's crazy!" He chuckled."Why would you say that? She might be a pain in the ass, but I'm sure even someone like her is capable of falling in love. She just hasn't found that person yet." I said."My mom can never fall in love. It's simply not in her DNA. She's completely incapable of feeling love for anything other than money and power. It's not an insult; she would say the same thing if you confronted her." He replied."But she loves you. Don't deny it because I've seen how she treats you. It's completely different from how she treats Gabi." I frowned."Why won't she love her investment? She sees me as more profitable and relevant than my sister because I'm male. I don't mind because I'm only keeping up with her attitude because I find her beneficial to me. It's a win-win situation." He sh
Though I wanted to run to my room and lock myself in there, I knew I couldn't. I still needed to get information about Beatrice.I let out a deep breath, steeling my nerves, and lifted my head."Michael," I said."Yes," he replied."Do you think my coming here is straining Pablo and Beatrice's relationship? They've constantly been arguing since I came here. I mean, I understand why she's angry with me. I don't think I'll be all smiles and giggles if my husband brings his ex-girlfriend's daughter into my house. I might not like Beatrice, but I don't want her happy marriage to suffer because of me." I sighed, feigning sadness."Like their marriage was ever happy. They are strangers living in the same house. He doesn't give a sh*t about her, and neither does she." He snorted."They don't? That's odd. I thought you said she was possessive about him? She literally sent you to warn me to back off when she thought there was something between me and Pablo. Surely that means there's some
"You'll keep bugging me if I say no, right?" I asked, and Michael nodded like a puppy. "If this will get you out of my hair, then fine. It better be worth it, though. If you serve me trash, I'll throw you and it in the garbage bin." I scowled. "You should be worried that you will fall in love with me because of how good my food is. I heard girls prefer men that can cook." I winked as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen. "Even if you put a love potion in it, it won't work." I scoffed. "I might try that. I know a good voodoo doctor who can help me with a good success rate." He joked. "Black magic doesn't work on me." I rolled my eyes as we got to the kitchen, and I sat on a stool by the kitchen island. "So what would you like to eat?" He asked as he opened the large pantry. "I thought you said you were making pasta for me?" I asked as I wondered how I was going to bring up the conversation of Beatrice without seeming suspicious. "I meant, what type of pasta d
"Is that so?" Pablo replied completely unfazed."I know it seems crazy, and I swear I'm not making this up. Early today when I was taking myself on a tour of the house, I overheard her talking with someone on the phone. She was ranting about how hard it was to live in the house with you, and she can't bear it anymore. She also said something about Logan catching Pete, and she was worried if he would squeal. I swear I'm not making this up because she's being a b*tch to me. She actually said so." I said.He was quiet for a few seconds, and I bit my lips as I wondered if I had made the right decision to tell him. Even though they weren't on the best of terms, it didn't mean he would think she was capable of killing him."I understand your concern, Gwen, but it seems you misunderstood what she said." He finally replied."No, I didn't. I know what I heard." I insisted, though my hope of him believing me had deflated."You did because I know what Beatrice is planning." He said."You d