#3

I shook my head while watching his receding figure, my hand instinctively brushing against the spot where his fist had struck my cheek.

I let out a loud laugh, intending for him to hear me.

"Angelo Hernandez, you can't escape the fire you started," I whispered after hearing the door of his penthouse slam shut.

Resolute, I decided to leave; despite the unpleasantness of our second encounter, I was determined he wouldn't evade me the next time our paths crossed.

I made my way to the hospital where my sister-in-law was confined.

Upon entering her ward, her surprise was obvious as she saw me. I couldn't help but smirk at the visible worry on her face during my visit. It was clear that she was afraid of me, a sentiment I couldn't deny, given my reputation for causing trouble.

Mr. Hernandez's suspicions were indeed correct; I had no desire for our families to join forces.

To ensure that the wedding would not take place, I instilled fear in my sister-in-law, causing her to suffer a heart attack.

I am Clark Alcaide, the youngest son of a well-known and affluent family in the country.

In the public eye, I appear noble, but to those who truly know me, I am recognized as a troublemaker—a demon capable of turning silence into chaos.

My sister-in-law understands the implications of my words when I express my opposition to the marriage. If the wedding were to proceed, I would not hesitate to destroy their entire family, including their business.

This opposition is not fueled by my feelings for Angelo, the one who captured my interest, but rather stem from a simple desire to cause disruption.

And the fact that Mr. Hernandez, the father of Angelo—who is set to marry my niece—is one of the people I despise most only intensifies my determination.

My hatred for him roots deep; he was the one who shattered my first relationship.

I vividly remember how my girlfriend developed an attraction to him, and I had to witness their betrayal unfold right before my eyes.

It infuriated me that this mature man could so easily capture the interest of women, while I was just a mere twenty-two-year-old, struggling to find my place in the world.

Mr. Hernandez, at thirty-nine, had a magnetic pull that drew her in, despite being a married man. That was the spark that ignited my rebellion, flipping the goods upside down.

After years of harboring resentment towards the Hernandez family, I discovered that my eldest brother intended to marry his daughter to the son of the man who once took my girlfriend from me.

And now, Angelo, Mr. Hernandez's son, has reached the age of twenty-two, just like I was back then. Yet here I am, eight years his senior, consumed by thoughts of revenge.

The plan began to form in my mind: I could disrupt the very wedding that symbolized my hatred.

But then, last night, as I entered the club, I spotted Angelo and recognized him immediately as the offspring of the man I loathed.

In that moment, my plans shifted—why not turn this handsome straigth young man into my plaything?

As I observed his every movement, each sip he took from his drink deepened my determination to toy with him.

Indeed, Mr. Hernandez's son was undeniably handsome, which is precisely why my niece couldn’t resist the prospect of marrying him.

However, it was clear that Angelo was quite tipsy, and our eyes fortuitously met. I couldn't help but smirk as his gaze landed on me.

Time stood still as he continued to stare, and soon, I watched him rise from his seat and walk towards me. He paused three steps away, and I tilted my head up as he stooped in front of me.

Once again, our eyes locked in a silent exchange.

My hand instinctively rose as I noticed him leaning closer. He dipped down, and in a surprising move, his lips found mine.

I couldn't help but smirk as he kissed me, and without hesitation, I kissed him back. A flame of desire ignited within me.

As moments passed, I led him to a room, claiming him as if there was no tomorrow. This is my first time, I couldn't believe that being intimate with a man could feel so exhilarating instead of disgusting; I felt no repulsion, only an unexpected pleasure.

My plans unfolded precisely as I envisioned. I lift him into the room where I had just claimed him.

As intended, I went to see my brother to express that I would not support their daughter's wedding, only to find my sister-in-law instead.

I left behind a warning, threatening chaos if the wedding proceeded, vowing to turn their world upside down. I told them their daughter was free to marry, but not into the Hernandez family. My threats caused her chest to tighten, leading to a heart attack.

My plan succeeded; neither my sibling nor my sister-in-law could attend.

Next, I sought out Faye, my niece, to inform her that her mother was rushed to the hospital. I expected her to hurry and follow them, but to my surprise, Faye pleaded with me, suggesting that if her parents couldn't make it, I should escort her down the aisle instead.

She confided that she was attracted to Angelo, and even though it was merely an obligation passed down by their parents, she genuinely liked him since their first meeting.

Despite my reluctance, Faye begged as if her life depended on her wedding to Angelo proceeding.

Eventually, I decided to accompany her, not to walk her down the aisle, but to speak with Angelo's parents about postponing the wedding.

As I approached, I noticed Mr. Hernandez, Angelo's father, recognizing me. I could see the tension in his jaw.

I smirked, though seriousness filled my gaze. Instead of dredging up the past and how he had betrayed me with my girlfriend, I issued a warning and then turned to leave, casting one last teasing glance at Angelo before I exited the wedding reception, a sense of satisfaction bubbling within me.

“How are you, sister-in-law?” I asked as I finally approached her.

I couldn’t help but notice her fingers tightly gripping the white blanket wrapped around her. There was a tension in the air, and I could feel it shift as she looked up at me.

“What do you want? We haven’t done anything wrong to you, so why are you doing this?” she demanded, her voice steady despite the fear radiating from her.

“Oh! It’s nothing. I’m just having fun stirring up trouble,” I replied with a casual shrug. “But, as I’ve said before, Faye could marry, but not into that family.”

“You have no right to choose who our daughter can marry, Clark,” she shot back, her eyes flashing with defiance.

“Okay! As you say so. Then, just wait for what I can do next,” I responded, my voice dripping with menace.

After leaving another warning hanging in the air, I turned my back on her, a grin spreading across my face as I exited her ward, eager to continue making chaos in their lives.