"Clark, what did I hear about you?" Dad asked me as soon as I returned home from the mansion, a sudden decision that surprised me. It’s unusual for him to call me home, he normally waits for me to return on my own. Earlier, I had just dropped Angelo off at his company after we had lunch, and while I was waiting for my car to arrive, Dad reached out to me. "What’s going on, Dad?" I responded casually, taking a seat across from him in the living room. Not to my surprise, father wasn't alone; Harold, Crystal, and even Faye were there, as if they are just waiting for me. I just stole a quick glance at all of them. "Won't you confess to me directly instead of leaving me to tell you what I know?" "Just get to the point, Dad. What have you heard about me? Or do you want to hear how Harold tried to kill me?" Papa showed no surprise at my words; his glare shifted sharply to Harold. "And you, how could you do that to your younger brother?" Papa questi
"His lover?" Jenny's eyes widened in shock at Angelo's words. I couldn't hide my surprise either, but I merely smiled, allowing him to take the lead in dealing with her. After declaring that I was his lover, Angelo stood up from his seat and approached us. Before Jenny could process the situation, he firmly grasped her hand and pulled her up from her seat beside me, despite her reluctance. Once she was standing, he gave her a slight shove, causing her to stumble and fall. “Aww!” Jenny cried out as she hit the ground. “Clark, help me! He was so rude!” Her voice was laced with flirtation, clearly seeking my attention, but I had no desire to respond, especially with the threatening look Angelo shot my way. Even though he wasn't directly in front of me, I had no desire to assist Jenny, particularly now that he was claiming me as his lover in front of others. I wanted to avoid any actions that would create confusion between Angelo and me. "Do I know you?" Wi
I was taken aback when my dad unexpectedly slapped me. Although it was not a strong blow, I felt stunned. With my forehead wrinkled in confusion, I turned my head just enough to look at him. “I don’t understand what I did wrong,” I managed to say, my voice tight with frustration. “Why did you hit me, Dad? What was that slap for?” I wanted to shout the question, but I held back, fearing it might escalate the situation. “You don’t know why?” he repeated my question, his irritation palpable. “I didn’t raise you to be in a relationship with a man. You’re my only child, and it’s disappointing to discover that you’ve been involved with that Clark.” His voice, though not loud, was filled with barely contained anger as he spoke. "Huh! Haha!" I forced a laugh upon hearing his words. "I thought your issue was just a heart problem, but why can't you remember the last time we talked about Clark?" I stated firmly to my dad. His words left me feeling frustrated. "Talk ab
"What do you think? If I didn’t like you, do you really think I would be okay with this deal?" I asked, watching him grow even more stunned as he fixed his gaze on me. With him no longer massaging my back, I shifted my position in bed to face him directly. I couldn’t help but feel captivated by his bemused expression as he stared at me. "Why are you so surprised? Do you find it hard to believe?" I continued. He nodded in response, and a smile spread across my face. "If I didn't like you, you wouldn't be talking to me like this, and I definitely wouldn't feel at ease in your presence.” Without saying another word, he cupped my neck and pulled me closer, pressed his lips against mine with full of passion. Instead of pulling back, I eagerly responded to his kiss, deepening our connection. “Hmmm, I like you, my Angelo,” he murmured softly between our kisses, his breath warm againts my lips. I instinctively entwined my fingers in his ha
As I leaned against the wall near the doctor's office door, I could hear the conversation unfolding inside where Carlotta had just entered. "Tsk!" I sighed, a mix of disbelief and frustration washing over me. How could Carlotta be involved in poisoning Jestony, and to think she was conspiring with his doctor to keep it hidden? A few minutes later, Carlotta emerged, momentarily taken aback to see me waiting outside. She hesitated, clearly torn before stepping out. When our eyes met, she quickly looked away, unable to hold my gaze for long. “C-Clark! What are you doing here?” she stammered, her words shaky. “I never thought you were capable of this, Carlotta,” I replied, unable to hide my dismay. Her expression grew serious as she met my gaze again. “You have no idea what torture he inflicted on me this past month. You can't judge me for wanting to escape,” she said in a hushed tone. “Clark, I can’t stay with him any longer. He’s treating me i
"I heard what happened to Jestony," Clark said. I turned to him, still processing my own feelings after just returning from the hospital. "How is he feeling?" he asked. "He’s okay for now! But we need to monitor him closely; his blood sugar is still high and he has a heart condition," I replied, trying to reassure him. "Is that all?" Clark pressed again, his tone revealing a hint of doubt. "Those are the only findings the doctor has reported," I stated firmly, but I noticed his unconvinced expression. "Why? Are you hoping for something worse?" I questioned, frowning at the thought. It bothered me to consider that he might actually wish for my father’s situation to worsen, especially if it meant he could have another chance with Carlotta. But what would happen if that became reality? "Aren't you curious? When was the last time you visited your dad? What's behind his sudden, serious illness?" he asked, causing me to freeze in surprise. That