CarlosMy eyes twitched as I stared at Ivan in a silky robe, his smile radiating warmth. His eyes were stuck on his phone, his hair was messy, and a little drippy. I found myself smiling as I trailed behind the guard who led me inside. “Mr Hernandez.” The guard called his attention, and he jumped in shock, his eyes wide as he raised his head up. I laughed at his reaction, waving the guard off, but he didn’t react. I gritted my teeth, reminding myself that he didn’t answer to me. “Carlos?” Ivan broke the silence, his eyes squinting. I gave him a half lopsided smile, sitting next to him. My eyes followed the subtle movements he made to create distance between us. He waved the guard who he spun on his heels, exiting the building.“Have we come to this?” I blurted out, unable to hide the disdain in my eyes. “Am I some contagious disease you need to avoid?” I added, my eyes hardening as I stared at the space between us. That bastard was to blame for everything happening right now, but ti
Cristiano “This contains all the information on Luca,” Lorenzo announced, handing me a file. I lowered my gaze to the document, my lips curling into a smile. “Took you long enough,” I remarked, the accusatory voice dripping in my voice. He gulped nervously as I snatched the folder in his hand, his eyes looking everywhere else but at me. I smiled, taking out the pictures and papers inside the file and as expected, it was the same as the private investigator’s. Coincidence? No, they were working together to make Luca the bad guy. “What’s this?” I asked, my brow furrowed together as I pretended to be stunned by the proof he showed me. “Are you saying Luca is working with the Martinis?” I pressed, throwing the file on the table angrily. “Of course not!” He defended, raising his hand in defense as I shot him a glare, “I gave you details of his whereabouts.” He explained with a nervous smile. What were the odds that he was speaking the truth? After the betrayals I’ve seen in the past,
Ivan “You look pale,” Cristiano commented, reaching for my hand. I scoffed, hitting his hand and resting my head on the window. He let out a deep breath, before asking. “What did he do to you, Tesoro?” He seemed genuinely curious about my relationship with my grandfather and why I appeared to be scared of him. “Don’t you always know everything?” I asked sarcastically, a bitter smile etched on my lips as the memories of years back flooded into my head. There was a reason why my dad sent him to another border and was only allowed to visit. The year I’d officially become a Hernandez was one of the most memorable moments of my life and not in a good way. My grandpa would use knives, forks, or any other sharp object he could lay his hands on. He said it wasn’t hatred, but love. But how do you emotionally and physically abuse a person all in the name of love? I didn’t know why he hated me when he was an illegitimate son, but I did know he was on Mia’s side. As to why he didn’t break the
Cristiano “Wear a pretty smile,” I said, snaking my hand on his waist. Ivan shot me a glare, forcing a smile on his lips. “Happy now?” He said through gritted teeth, yanking my arms off. I nodded, interlocking our fingers as I led him into their family building. He tried to pull his hands from my grip as we neared the voices but I held him tight. “Cristiano...” He protested, scowling as he looked at the thin barrier between the passageway and the living room. Months of pursuing him and he thought I didn’t dig into his family tree. “Not now, little brat.” I scolded, tugging his hand and dragging him into the main house. In contrast to what he believed, I wasn’t forcing him here because I enjoyed having him fumble in front of a man who berated him continuously. I was trying to make it clear to them that he wasn’t to be messed with anymore. I won’t allow someone who wasn’t me fuck with my lover for any goddamn reason. Family or not, I will get rid of them if need arises. The voices
Ivan “Come home right now.” My dad’s loud voice echoed into my ear the second I picked up the call. I pulled my ear away from the phone, glaring at the screen with annoyance. I shouldn’t have answered the phone without checking the caller. My ears wouldn’t have been on fire if I had paid more attention to the ID flashing on the screen. But then, I hadn’t expected him to call me back so fast. I must have overestimated his willpower to stand on his ground. “Why?” I asked groggily, wiping the sleep off my eyes. I didn’t feel like stepping out after a rough night of getting fucked to oblivion.“Because your grandfather wants to see you.” He growled in response and with that, the line went dead. I blinked for seconds, trying to process what he meant by his words. My grandfather? Why the fuck would he want to see me if he hated my existence for years? I couldn’t call it hate, but I did hate him to my bones for every shitty thing he had said to me in the past. To him, I was merely a bastar
CarlosAnger was something I wasn’t accustomed to, but seeing Ivan run back to that bastard made my blood boil in rage. He chose Cristiano over everything. Over everyone. Never thought he could love that deeply and stupidly too. “Why can’t he fucking see that he’s not good for him?” I grumbled bitterly, clenching my jaw as I slumped back to the chair. I ignored the voices in the background, my eyes burning through the shut door.That asshole ruined everything I worked for. Wasn’t my love enough for Ivan? I’ve saved his ass countless times and where did it get me? He still prefers getting treated like trash rather than feeling actual love. I hate how right Cristiano was. I hate that bastard. All I needed was an opportunity to blow his brains and I won’t hesitate to take it. I want him gone forever, but how do I get him out of my way without hurting Ivan in the process? I wasn’t that much of a monster, but as they say, love makes us stronger and stupid as well. I could do anything to g