Seducing the Enemy.

This was the furthest he could have gone, yet he didn't regret it. He was convinced that the situation couldn't be worse. He observed the twenty-year-old young girl sleeping deeply beside him in the darkness of the immense room. Her arms surrounded him, so he moved carefully to avoid waking her.

He got out of bed, his skin bathed in the moonlight, appeared radiant and beautiful. He glanced sideways at the angel with tousled hair who continued to rest, her body wrapped in the sheets.

He closed his eyes, feeling somewhat disgusted and wondered, "How had he fallen so low?" But still, he didn't regret it. He walked silently toward the bathroom, and once there, he leaned against the door. The screen of his cellphone illuminated for a few seconds, and without haste, he checked the device.

"New message received.

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"Hello..." he whispered in response. "I don't know, I'm locked in the bathroom. She's still sleeping. I warn you, this is the hardest thing I've ever done. No, she didn't suspect anything. She still thinks I love her, but what happened tonight won't happen again, but..."

He ended the call, anger etched on his face, and stepped into the living room. He sat down on one of the armchairs and while he observed the moonlight seeping through the windows, he brought a cigarette to his lips and smoked it slowly...

Four months ago...

The veil covered her face, and from time to time, she would bring the handkerchief to her cheek to wipe away the few tears streaming down her face as she received condolences from acquaintances and people close to the family. Her watchful gaze settled on each new face entering the funeral parlor; she was certain that from that moment on, her life would change forever.

By her side stood her eldest son, a man of approximately twenty-five, with a cold gaze and a frozen expression, elegantly greeting those who approached to offer their condolences. His black suit, along with the matching tie, accentuated the white shirt he wore with distinction. He glanced sideways at his mother, who continued to sob.

Crocodile tears, he knew them all too well. After all, they had been waiting for this precious moment for several years.

He furrowed his brow upon recognizing the presence of the old butler accompanied by the stern lawyer among the attendees. He observed them as if they were two dogs he needed to chase away. He had worked very hard to get to where he was, and he no longer wished to have any ties with those two men who always managed to obstruct him in one way or another.

He had made up his mind. Michael, the elderly family servant, would receive a check with a small amount of money that a man of his low status would appreciate as compensation for his years of service in the Tanarro household. He would learn to appreciate the generosity of his new boss since his mother's wishes simply consisted of throwing him out on the street without a penny.

As for the lawyer, now that his relative had passed away, he would take his place as the head of the family after the reading of the will and could dismiss him. A scrupulous lawyer was of no use to him, especially one who constantly compared him to the previous owner. He eagerly anticipated that moment, wishing to see the face of the man who had opposed his path to the presidency from the very beginning as he banished him from his life forever.

He smirked, and the gesture did not go unnoticed by the woman, who immediately nudged him lightly.

"Act natural... All eyes of these riffraff are on us," she murmured quietly, almost under her breath, covering her lips with the white handkerchief.

"Everything is fine, Mother," the man replied.

A small group of people had just arrived, among them a young woman dressed in an elegant black silk kimono. Her long hair was tied up in a braid, which ended with a youthful ribbon of the same color as the kimono, gracefully cascading over her shoulder.

"Miss Tori has also come to greet us... Pretend to be deeply saddened. We women like to see a sensitive man from time to time," the woman suggested, nodding her head in approval at the newcomers.

The arrival of the young woman in the kimono had a very special meaning at that moment, not only socially but also because it served to reaffirm the relationship they had, something that was very convenient now that he was just a step away from becoming one of the richest men in the world.

The idea of marrying that girl did not displease him; in fact, his feelings towards Tori were more special than those for the rest of the women. Furthermore, this woman was not only beautiful and intelligent but also came from a respectable and influential family, an excellent match in his mother's eyes.

The young girl approached to greet them formally according to tradition, and quickly another man arrived and immediately approached the area where the veiled woman was sitting.

"Apologies for being late..."

"Where have you been, Yuselso?... I thought I made it clear for you not to miss this appointment. You smell like cheap perfume. We'll talk about that later..." The woman whispered to him once the young girl moved away a little to talk with her eldest son.

"Yes, mother," he replied ashamed, lowering his head and taking black sunglasses out of his lapel pocket and putting them on.

The new family picture was complete and ready to head to the cemetery. Everyone spoke of the family unity that reigned in the Tanarro household even after the head of the family's passing.

Once the priest finished the prayers and chants, he stood up to ascend the pulpit, hiding his victorious gaze behind his dark glasses as he observed the old man and the lawyer sitting in their chairs, waiting for the moment to bid a final farewell to the gentle man who had finally managed to leave this world.

A scream made the solemnity interrupt, and he stood perplexed in front of the altar. His eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing...

"Oh, why did you have to die!" He shouted at the top of his lungs from his motorcycle, making a turn in front of the altar to park it in front of everyone. "Kai! You senseless son of a bitch! You had no right to die without letting me know!"

Mrs. Tanarro felt herself shrinking amidst the whispers and murmurs of those present, just like them, she was distressed. She took a deep breath, hoping it was only a dream, but she was mistaken. The most bizarre and vulgar scene she had never imagined was unfolding before her eyes at a moment when everything in her eyes should be crucial.

Who was that woman? How dare she speak to the respected deceased like that? Where did she come from? How was it possible for the distinguished and refined Mr. Tanarro to know someone so vulgar and disrespectful? These questions hammered the minds of everyone, especially Mrs. Tanarro and her children. The woman stood up and walked towards the newcomer as he dismounted from the motorcycle and confidently approached the altar.