LOGINJuan watched Tania, who was laughing happily because Leo had brought her a set of Barbie dolls and accessories. He didn’t want to interfere in their affairs, as that might ruin the mood. The ringing of his cell phone diverted his attention from their interaction, which looked just like that of a couple—it turned out Tania couldn’t resist the man’s charm. Ever since Leo’s arrival yesterday, the girl had been mostly quiet, gazing at him with a shy expression. At least that gave him a moment of relief, since his daughter had stopped whining and begging Arsen to come over. “What’s going on?” he asked as he answered the call from Andreo.[Claire told me that last night she went to Sergio’s apartment in Portland with Arsen. Laura was there with a swollen face, as if she’d just been beaten by Sergio. What’s going on? Should I report this to the police?] Andreo’s voice sounded panicked on the other end of the line. “Are you sure Sergio did it? If we report it to the police now, he might t
“My mother is Juan Forbes’s younger sister. A sad coincidence, isn’t it? But in this world, there’s no such thing as coincidence, because God has already planned it all long ago—even before we were born,” Josh replied, then gave a faint smile. “Yeah, you’re right. Only fools are cynical about so-called coincidences. Do they think life has to be entirely planned out and that we get to choose? If that’s the case, I’d choose not to have alter egos and just be born into a different family.” Claire snorted derisively and rolled her eyes, making Josh smile even wider—though the split at the corner of his lip made him wince. “Sergio is like a chameleon. He can change however he pleases, just like an alter ego. The only difference is that you’re unaware when your alter ego emerges, whereas he’s fully aware. In front of Andrey Ivanovic and everyone else, he pretended to know nothing about his mother’s family or that premeditated murder. He acted like an innocent little boy who knew nothing.
Arsen chuckled. “Sometimes I’m actually glad you have alter egos, because then you don’t have to face that loser with that terrified expression that drives me crazy.” “Wait, so I already faced off against Sergio? Who… I mean, I was really scared just now, and then all of a sudden I blacked out,” Claire asked, furrowing her brow as she held the side of her head.Arsen put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead, then urged her to continue on their way. “It was Kanzo who showed up, and he fought that loser using an Aikido move.” He shrugged. “I don’t know, as far as I know it was an Aikido technique. Or maybe Jujutsu. Ah, whatever. But one thing’s for sure—I’m glad it wasn’t James who had to face that loser.” “Really? Kanzo fought him? What happened?” Claire asked curiously.Arsen continued to recount the earlier incident enthusiastically, even occasionally laughing at Sergio’s antics, which he found ridiculous. He’d been annoyed that Kanzo hadn’t let him beat up the guy
“Listen, Sergio. I want you to stay away from Claire forever. Did you hear what Andreo said earlier? Your mother died because of her own actions, not because of Claire. Besides, Claire was just a little girl back then—how can you be so sure that a little girl could kill a grown woman?” Arsen cut straight to the point. “Oh, and don’t forget the fact that you raped her back then. Don’t you feel disgusted with yourself? She’s your half-sister—you’re still related by blood.” Sergio didn’t immediately respond to Arsen’s words. He was more interested in watching Claire, who looked so terrified at the sight of him that she was clutching the sofa armrest tightly. Something inside him stirred, urging him to pull the girl toward him and repeat his depraved act from the past. Especially since her physique looked incredibly alluring to him, making the temptation of lust sound so sweet to his ears. “Claire, stop being so scared! Hasn’t Paul already tamed your alter ego?” Arsen whispered as he
Sergio sipped a glass of red wine as he gazed at the star-studded sky through the glass wall. Earlier that afternoon, he had really given Laura a piece of his mind for having posed as Chloe for years. The girl claimed she wanted to help him stop thinking about Claire the easy way—like a slut craving for affection. The fact that she wasn’t the biological daughter of Andreo Garcia—or, as he was better known, Andrey Ivanovic—made him lose control and torment her mercilessly. He shifted his gaze to his mother’s blue diary. After learning that Laura had lied to him solely to help his father, he read both of his mother’s diaries with a blank expression. Instead of feeling remorse or anger, the two diaries actually made him laugh out loud. To him, the diaries were a form of his mother’s absurdity—she had always taken pleasure in hurting anyone, including him.“Sergio?” Laura’s hesitant call made Sergio turn his head. His brow furrowed when he saw that she was still persistently approach
"It's all because of Claire. And the big fish came here because of the carelessness of the two witnesses, which could jeopardize his position.""You said Claire is in therapy?" Jack asked, looking curious. "Unfortunately, yes. Sorry to dash your hopes, but Claire has to undergo the fusion, or James will take full control of her body. He’s getting stronger by the day. He didn’t just attack the two witnesses, but his own father as well. And that will have repercussions for the police and the FBI. Eventually, everyone will find out Claire’s identity and her secret. You don’t want to have to get rid of my cousin if that happens, do you?”Brandon whistled immediately. “Poor little Ice Prince. Heartbroken even before confessing his feelings to the Golden Girl.”Jack immediately threw the drink bottle Leo had been drinking from, hitting Brandon squarely on the head. “Ouch! Hey, you’re being so mean to your best friend! Without me, you’d have a hard time catching your targets,” Brandon prot
"I knew you’d be captivated by her too." Leo’s voice drew Arsen’s attention to the girl. "Who is she?" Arsen asked curiously. "Her name is Rose. She’s every man’s fantasy. But none of those men have ever felt her body," Leo explained, his gaze fixed on Rose. The girl sat at the bar counter, s
A 25-year-old young man was looking out at the row of high-rise buildings through the glass walls of his apartment on Northwest Park Avenue. The autumn chill didn’t make him shiver at all, even though he was currently wearing only a thin gray T-shirt. His gaze shifted to the polished wooden floor
Rose looked at her blood-stained hands. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but then rolled her eyes in boredom. "Always such a hassle," she muttered irritably. "I told you I hate seeing blood. Why is he so annoying and stubborn?" She stepped over Albert’s battered body, wearing a look of disgust w
The deafening din of the music did nothing to disturb a beautiful girl dressed entirely in black. She walked like a Victoria’s Secret model with blonde wig and lips painted a deep maroon. Her elegant, confident stride carried her toward the bar which already crowded with patrons at one of Portland







