Mr Antonio's POV As I lay down on the bed in my bedroom, resting, someone knocked on my door.When I went to open the door, I saw Luis standing there, an indifferent expression on his face. I told him to come in and he did."Sir, I have news," Luis said once we were settled. His voice was tight with the weight of what he knew.“Go ahead, I'm listening." "I overheard Diego arguing with Adriana today. She told him... she told him that you were the one who killed your wife.”My eyes widened and I coughed, almost choking on the water I drank, as it spilled on my clothes. I managed to control my emotions.“Sorry, Sir. Are you alright?” I paused, rubbing my chin. “And…. and what did Diego say about it?”“He was surely not happy about what she said. I think he hit her because of that.”I heaved and looked at Luis. His face remained passive, but a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. “And what do you think? Do you believe what she said?” I asked.“Not at all, Mr Antoni
Adriana's POV Luis entered the room and looked down at me, then at Diego.“What were you doing, Diego? Why is her face red with marks? Did you hit her?“I hate it when someone interrupts me when I'm busy,” Diego barked. “Why are you here?”“Someone stole our special armoury from the warehouse.”“When did that happen?”“It happened last night,” Luis said.Diego glared at me, slowly unfolding his fists. “I'm not done with you. I will definitely be back and I'll finish what I started,” he said.He picked up his suit jacket from his desk and headed for the door. “Let's go, Luis.”Luis hurriedly helped me up from the floor. “Are you okay, Mrs?” he asked.I stood, nodding my head.“Leave her alone and follow me now, Luis,” Diego shouted, his voice echoing off the walls in the room. “I'm sorry, Mrs,” he whispered. Then he strode to Diego's side and they left the room.I sighed, still holding my cheeks. It stung as I massaged it, “Uhhh dammit.”Whether he accepted the truth or not, I didn't
Adriana's POV A smirk played on Diego's lips, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. “You don't remember?”My heart pounded in my chest, a sense of unease settling over me. “I can only remember you saving me at the party, then…. nothing. My mind is still foggy.”Diego leaned forward, his presence suddenly overwhelming. “You will definitely remember it all soon.”My heart raced, mortified by my drunken behaviour.He stood up, towering over me, his shadow engulfing me. “Next time you do what you did, just know that I won't be so quick and merciful to let you go until I'm satisfied.”His words hung in the air, with heavy threats. I swallowed hard, fear constricting my throat. “Was that a threat?” With that, he drank water, and left the dining room, heading upstairs. He left me alone with my racing thoughts and sense of dread. What had I gotten myself into? And what exactly did Diego mean by “satisfied?”Now, I was desperate to remember what had happened last night. I hurried my
Mr Antonio's POV I sat on a single seat couch, sipping a cup of tea. Delgado descended from the stairs, holding two large envelopes.He sat on the long sofa beside me, leaning back on the seat.“Why did you come to Diego's house to find me? Don't you know it's risky?” I asked.“Enough with your questions. We have other important things to talk about.”I sighed. “You never listen to me.”“Don't try to kill Javier again,” he said. “Forget about him.”I narrowed my eyes, my brows furrowing. “Why should I not go ahead with it?”He glared, his expression hard. “Should I remind you how many times you've failed in your plans?”I looked away, my mood shifting. “So, what should I do? Do you have another way to kill him?”“Focus on killing your son, I'll handle the rest.”I stared at him. “Why can't you do it?“You're closer to him than I am. I can't let myself be seen,” he said, his tone sharp.“I'll try.”“Don't try. Get it done in five days time,” he said, his voice loud. “It's not possib
Diego's POV Leonardo was too close to Adriana, his hands reaching out as if he had any right to touch her.He turned to look at me, his eyes widened and mouth opened slightly. I lunged forward, shoving him away from Adriana. “What the hell were you doing?”I wasn't touching her, Diego. I didn't do anything.”He stepped away from her, still staring at me. I strode to Adriana and held her face up.“Did you drink?”“I didn't. They forced me to drink,” she spoke softly, her voice barely audible.“Who forced you to drink? Tell me!”“Leonardo forced the drink into my mouth and the others supported him. No one came to help me, Diego.”I glared at Leonardo and the others, my fists clenching. He stepped back, shaking his head.“You forced her to drink? Did you forget who I am? “I— I didn't force her, Diego. I really— didn't,” Leonardo stuttered.I glanced at Adriana and she looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting between us. I could see the fear in her expression, and it fueled my rage.I lu
Adriana's POV I stopped, my hand resting on the door knob. A knot tightened in my stomach; I had no desire to be in the presence of strangers, especially not alone.Without thinking, I opened the door as fast as I could and wanted to leave. However, I was stopped by another young man who entered into the room.“Were you about to leave?” he asked, smirking.“Yes, I need to go and meet my husband.”“There's no rush, get in first. Leonardo insists.”He tried to grab my hand and take me inside but I moved back; away from him, and slid my hands behind me.The men noticed my hesitation and exchanged glances, a predatory glint in their eyes.“We just wanna chat with you. It's nothing bad,” one of them said, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and challenge.“Don't mind my friends. They like joking all the time,” Leonardo said. I felt my heart race; I didn’t want to be rude, but the thought of staying in the room made my skin crawl. There were six men in the room and they all looked d