Mr Antonio's POVHis voice echoed off the walls in my room and his breathing was rapid.“Didn't I tell you to kill him sooner? Why didn't you do as I said?” Delgado barked. It was early in the morning and this noise was the first thing I had received.Sitting on a chair by the window in my bedroom, I drank my coffee, trying not to listen to his nonsense.“What do you expect me to do now that the plan is ruined?” he roared. He stood across from me, lashing out his anger.“Aren't you the one I'm talking to?” he asked. I looked at him, a serious look on my face.“You should just be glad that you were not caught and stop with your shenanigans,” I calmly said. I was about to take another sip of my coffee when Delgado approached me, forcefully snatching the cup out of my hand.With steams still coming out of the coffee, it splashed on my hand, causing the hotness to sting me. Instantly, I stood up and struck my hand right on his face, making the cup he held fall to the ground.“The fuck, da
Adriana's POV After hanging up on Camilia, I dropped my phone on the bed and just sat there trying to relieve myself. My father had finally been found and I couldn't even see him. I couldn't confront Diego about it either.Unable to do anything, I laid on the bed, trying not to cry once more. Just then, someone knocked loudly on my door.“Mrs Adriana, are you in?” the calm voice asked. “It's Luis speaking,” Luis? “But why was he here to see me,” I wondered. I hoped it certainly had nothing to do with Diego.Before he could knock again, I came down from the bed and went to open the door. He asked if he may come in and I agreed to let him in. As he entered, he sat down on a sofa beside my cabinet and I settled on the bed, across from him. “How are you doing, Mrs?” he asked, a concerned look on his face . At least he wasn't like Diego who didn't have any feelings.I told him I was doing fine and he smiled. Then he asked how my dad was doing.“He's doing alright,” I replied, my mood sud
Adriana's POV It was late afternoon when I settled down at the dining table, ready to eat lunch so I could take my medication. The chef had prepared some Tostadas and milk for me before heading off to rest.I was allergic to cheese and milk, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I didn't want her to feel obliged to prepare something else for me. Instead, I covered the tostades and opted for the tomato sandwich that had been made alongside them.Once I finished eating, I retreated to my room, clutching a glass of water to take my pills. After swallowing them, I picked up my phone to check the notifications that had popped up.That was when I saw a text from Juan urging me to pick up his calls—he said it was urgent. A quick glance at my call list revealed several missed calls from him. Just as I was about to call him back, his call came through and I answered immediately.“What's up, Juan?” I asked, eager to hear the urgent news he mentioned in his text. His breathing was rapid and
Mr Antonio's POV The shocked expressions on their faces told me everything. They couldn't even muster a response to my question without stuttering. Curiosity piqued, I decided to investigate myself the source of their fear. I removed my mask and set off. As I ventured farther from where Javier was held, I was unexpectedly greeted by Delgado's presence. I stared at him, surprise etched on my face, and he grinned at my reaction. “How did you know I'd be here? Did you follow me here?” I demanded. Among all my warehouses, this was the only place no one knew about. I had kept it a secret from everyone—even my son.“I wanted to see for myself if you'd truly go through with killing Mr Javier,” he replied. “I can't afford for you to mess this up for me.”His serious demeanor sent a chill down my spine. “I was just about to end him before you showed up,” I said, attempting to mask my lies.“Good. Let's get right to it then,” Delgado replied, turning away and striding toward Javier. Panic su
Diego's POV My head throbbed painfully when I woke up. I wasn't wearing a shirt but I was perfectly covered with a blanket.I reached for the glass of water on my bedside table, taking a long sip, hoping it would ease the pounding in my head. Just as I was about to get down from the bed, my right leg bumped into something. I turned to see Adriana sleeping at the foot of the bed.I sighed in irritation. Was there ever a day I could wake up without her nearby? It was infuriating. She looked so peaceful sleeping, completely unaware of how bad things had been between us. My gaze fell on her bandaged wrist, and I quickly averted my eyes. Damn! The events that took place the previous night rushed back to me.I massaged my temples as I recalled the chaos. Adriana had barged into my room despite my warning. We struggled over the bottle I held, and in the scuffle, it fell and shattered.The details beyond that were a blur, but the frustration lingered. I swung my legs over the side of the
Adriana's POV After Diego stormed upstairs, I slumped back onto the sofa, replaying the drama that had unfolded just moments ago. I couldn't believe how adept he was at administering first aid. He focused intently on cleaning my wound while I sat there, staring at him like a fool.It was the first time he had ever shown such gentleness toward me, and I found myself wishing I could savour that moment again.Just then, the chef approached and gently touched my hand. I looked at her concern was etched on her face.“Dear, are you alright?” She asked, worry evident in her voice. “I'm sorry you had to go through that,” she apologised.I sat up, shaking my head. “Don't apologise, ma. It had nothing to do with you,” I replied, feeling guilty that she was taking the blame for something beyond her control.She looked down at my hand, cradling it softly. “Does it hurt very much?” she inquired. I reassured her that the pain was minimal and would soon fade. Her relief was palpable.“May I ask you