Georgina continued her ascent up the grand staircase, clutching the keys close to her chest with both hands. She knew, within her, that she couldn't simply return the keys to Marcelo without first seeking the answers she desperately sought. As she approached the imposing bedroom door, she cast furtive glances both behind and ahead of her, ensuring that no prying eyes observed her actions. Carefully, she reached into the depths of her palm, her fingers gingerly releasing the key from their grasp into a hardly noticeable spot—a flower vase adorning the hallway, not far from the entrance of their bedroom door. The key nestled amidst the blooms.Summoning her courage, Georgina turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open, anticipating Marcelo's slumber or a moment of respite. However, what greeted her was an unexpected sight. Marcelo stood near the bedroom window, his gaze fixed upon the outside world. The tendrils of smoke from a large cigar curled around him as he drew and exha
Georgina's response was curt, her tone reflecting her guardedness. "Likewise," she replied, her handshake brisk yet polite.Marcelo's hand met in a single clap, signaling to the kitchen staff. Greta, accompanied by a team of cooks, entered the dining area, bearing an array of tantalizing plates. Each delicacy was meticulously arranged upon the table. Taking his customary seat, Marcelo beckoned for Georgina to join him on his left, while Detective Alvarez settled himself on Marcelo's right.Once they were all seated, a quiet anticipation filled the room. Marcelo spoke, indicating the start of the meal. "Shall we?" he proposed, his words carrying a note of hunger and authority.Georgina's gaze flickered between Marcelo and Detective Alvarez as they engaged in their meal. Marcelo, breaking the silence that enveloped the room, questioned the urgency that prompted the detective's visit, his curiosity laced with a hint of suspicion. “So Detective, what is it you wanted to urgently see me a
Sensing that they were done with their conversation, Georgina swiftly withdrew from the door and hastened toward the living room, her mind racing to process the fragmentary information she had overheard. Her steps quickened, and she settled onto a cushioned seat, her heart pounding with anticipation.Just as she settled, the door to Marcelo's study swung open, and Detective Alvarez emerged, his countenance betraying the weight of their conversation. Making his way toward the mansion's entrance, he was granted passage by Antonio, who moved aside to accommodate the detective's exit.As Georgina sat on the cushion, contemplating the revelations she had gathered, a sudden loud bang resonated through the mansion, causing her to startle. It seemed Marcelo's fury had reached its peak, reverberating through the air. Emerging from the study, Marcelo locked the door with an authoritative click before forcefully hurling the key in Antonio's direction. Antonio, ever composed, deftly caught the ke
Georgina lay naked on the bed panting like she had just had just been on a marathon.As she lay, lost in her thoughts, she could hear the subtle snores of Marcelo, indicating that he was already fast asleep. Carefully, she rose from the bed, making sure not to disturb him. She retrieved a robe from her cupboard and draped it around her shoulders, her eyes never leaving Marcelo's sleeping form. It was essential that he remained undisturbed and unaware of her actions.With slow, deliberate movements, Georgina approached the door, her feet bare against the cool floor. She opened it gently and then inserted a lipstick between the door and the frame to prevent it from closing completely. The faint light in the room allowed her to navigate without difficulty as she proceeded down the hallway, her steps silent.Reaching the flower vase, Georgina extended her hand and carefully felt around its bottom. Her fingers brushed against the familiar shape of a key bunch, and with a mixture of relief
She took a deep breath to steady herself. She had another glance at the door lock and looked at the keys on the bunch. She found a key that matched the door lock. She put it in and it unlocked with just a turn. Georgina's heart raced as she stepped into Marcelo's study, her fingers still clutching the keys that had granted her entry. The sudden illumination of the room, as the lights flickered on, it sent a shiver down her spine. Instinctively, she swiftly locked the door behind her, ensuring that she would remain undisturbed in her quest for answers.As her eyes scanned the room, Georgina was drawn to the frames on the walls behind Marcelo’s desk. They were a curated collection of frames of himself and other artworks. They were visual testament for his self obsession and his appreciation for artworks.She also took in the sight of Marcelo's meticulously arranged desks and the multitude of locks adorning the desks beside them. The space seemed far more compact than she had anticipate
Georgina's heart pounded in her chest as she heard Marcelo's voice bellowing outside the study door. Panic surged through her veins, threatening to consume her composure. She knew she had little time to react, as their was no way she could escape Marcelo’s wrath.Without a second thought, Georgina swiftly crouched down beneath the table to press the blue button. Her body trembled with a mix of fear and determination. Her hands instinctively sought out the familiar blue button that had revealed the hidden wall moments ago. Fingers trembling, she pressed it once more, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for the walls to shift and close the stack of cash.The sound of the door handle rattling violently intensified, echoing through the room and driving home the urgency of her situation. Marcelo's voice reverberated through the study, his anger palpable. "Antonio!" he called out, his tone filled with demand and authority. The weight of his words settled heavily upon Georgina's sh
Georgina felt a surge of defiance rise within her, fueled by his taunting words. Her anger surged. The mention of her father, ignited a storm of emotions. She could sense Marcelo's sadistic satisfaction, relishing the opportunity to taunt her.Marcelo's voice dripped with disdain as he continued his torment. "Don't you want to know how he's faring?" His words struck deep, piercing Georgina's heart. The tears welled up in her eyes, her emotions threatening to consume her.Through her trembling voice, Georgina managed to choke out the question that haunted her soul. "How is he?" Her vulnerability laid bare, her longing for her father resonating in her voice. She yearned for even a shred of assurance that her beloved father was safe and well.Marcelo's response was callous, his laughter cutting through the air like a jagged blade. "I have my eyes on him," he sneered. “Have this in mind next time you attempt something stupid”. The malicious intent behind his words sent a chill down Georgin
Georgina's heart raced with anticipation as she ventured out of the comfort of her bedroom. Clad in a hastily donned robe, she quickly made her way through the corridors and down the stairs. She knew staying there in her thoughts would provide her no answers. The mansion buzzed with activity, filled with the hustle and bustle of the housekeepers diligently attending to their duties. A familiar face greeted her with a warm smile, the housekeeper's salutation cutting through the commotion."Good day, ma'am," the housekeeper's voice echoed in the air, and Georgina reciprocated the greeting with a gentle smile and a nod, acknowledging the unwavering dedication of the staff. She watched as they gracefully navigated the grand halls.Deliberately positioning herself at the bottom of the sweeping staircase, her gaze scanned through the mansion but she couldn’t sight Marcelo or any of the men who accompanied him into the mansion. She knew for sure then they were definitely in his study.Her g