Adriana's POV {One Month Later}I paced about in the living room, rubbing my hands together and constantly glancing towards the staircase. The black slim gown I wore swept the floor as I paced. Today was my father's burial and also the day I finally got to stay beside Diego for a long time.Ever since the night we slept together, Diego had been distant towards me. He barely talked to me or look at me. Whenever he would come home and see me in the living room, he would walk right past me, without a word.Whenever is was time for dinner and he came and saw me there, he would either eat silently or instruct the servant to bring his food to his room; even if he didn't like eating in his room.I glanced towards the stairs again and saw Diego descending. He wore a black suit and fixed his hair neatly. He looked handsome and I couldn't look away.He glanced at me but quickly averted his eyes. “Umm…. Diego, I need to tell you something important,” I said as he was about to leave the house.
Diego's POV I gazed towards the window and darkness had covered everywhere. I dropped the bottle of wine I held on the floor beside me and stood up from the sofa. I reeked of alcohol and it was evident.As I tried to move, I staggered back, holding the sofa for support. Then, I staggered to the door and left the room.As I strolled in the passageway, I reached Adriana's room door and stopped. I couldn't hear any sound coming from the room. “Has she slept?” I wondered.I slowly opened her room door and entered inside. She was crouched on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest and her face buried on her knees. I strode to her and stood there, listening to her whimperings and silent sobs. “Adriana,” I called. She quickly raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes were red and swollen from excessive crying and she was worn out.Before I could say another word, she stood and hugged me tightly. Her sobs increased and tears began to roll down her eyes and onto my shoulder.My heart skip
Diego's POV I stared at Miguel, really seeing him for the first time in years. The smile, the laughter, the camaraderie with our father —it was the real him. He didn't need to wear a mask to hide his true nature.Rage, raw and untamed, surged through me. I didn't know what to do about the mess I had created. I lunged at Marco, grabbing him by the collar, pulling him from where he stood beside my father.“You!” I roared, my voice filled with fury I didn't know I possessed. “After all these years, you are still trying to kill me? You want to make sure I die at all costs?”My father approached me and tried to push me away from Miguel. “Enough, Diego! You caused this to happen to you.”I paused, looking at my dad and still grabbing Miguel’s collar. “I caused this? You were in on all his plans all this time?”“We had to kill you at all costs,” my father said.I glared at Miguel and he chuckled, his eyes a flicker of something dangerous. “You've killed Mr Javier right? What are you gonna
Diego's POV {Four days later}As I was in my room, preparing to go out, Luis knocked and entered my room. I glanced at him and continued to button my shirt.“Where are you going, Diego?”I didn't respond and focused on knotting my tie. He came closer and stood beside me.“You haven't recovered yet? Where are you going?”I sighed. “Don't make a big deal out of this,” I said. “This isn't the first time that I've been hit by a dagger or something more dangerous.”“Even so, Diego, you can't leave the house for now. Your life is still in danger.”I stopped what I was doing and turned to face Luis. “Enough with that, Luis. I've recovered and I'm fine.”“Alright. But where are you going? Let me follow you.”“I'm going to see my father,” I said, resuming with my tie. “And you can't follow me.”He sat down on the sofa, looking at me. “You have finally decided to attend your brother's death anniversary?”I paused, narrowing my eyes. “Is it today? Dammit.” I sat on the bed, rubbing my temples.
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