The President's Fiancee

"I've got great news for you and a bad one too." A tall man dressed in a dark grey suit said to the woman, who was seated on a sun lounger beside the pool. He was large with ripped muscles with his hair pulled into a neat ponytail. One could tell he was a hard man even though he was elegantly dressed.He has a blank expression on his face as he stood staring down at the woman watching him with steel-blue eyes.Her eyes narrowed slightly as she waited for him to reveal to her what he had to say."I found Franco." He finally let out."You did?" Her lips parted in shock as the name registered in her mind, memories of times past flickered before her eyes making her heart beat even faster with each breath she took."Finally." She mumbles to herself, smiling and gently tapping her chest as she recalls it all, the one whom her heart yearns for, the man whom she owes her every breath.Her childhood love-Franco was alive.He was the most beautiful part of her past but yet, the most painful mem

Araceli was rooted to the spot as she watched them drive out of the parking lot. Her eyes reddened, with tears dripping like a cascade. "Araceli?" Francisco tugged her arm, snapping his fingers at her eyes, but she didn't flinch. He could see the tears as they flow helplessly on her cheeks, wetting her cherry-painted lips. Her tears caused tremors through his spine, making him instantly pull her closer for a hug. He didn't know what else he could do.Francisco didn't ask what had happened, to him, it wasn't important. He cared more about her state of mind, and if she ever deems him worthy to share her problems, he was prepared to lend her his ears and whatever help she might need.Araceli's frame shuddered, her head laid on Francisco's broad chest as she wails remorsefully. The past twelve years she spent, making bad choices with hopes to find Franco, but it wasn't worth it. Franco has proved he never deserved her love, and the pain was excruciating."Get me out of here!" She w

"You should be careful." Rafael warned Araceli. "I know, Francisco must be onto something, now that I think about it, he wouldn't have placed the engagement on the line. I know how obsessed he is with me. He is up to no good." She plopped on the bed. The soft rustling sound of the sheet could be heard as her hands clenched it tight. Rafael asked Araceli, "So, what are you going to do about the deal with Francisco? Are you really going to go through with framing Franco for a crime just to break off your engagement?" Araceli looked down at her hands, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know, Rafael. I'm so torn. On the one hand, I feel betrayed by Franco for getting adopted and leaving me behind all those years ago. But on the other hand, I don't want to ruin his life by getting him fired from his job. I just don't know what to do." Rafael put his arm around Araceli and gave her a comforting hug. "I know it's a tough decision, but you have to do what's best for you. Just remem

As Araceli sat on the bed, listening to Rafael's revelation, she felt a mix of emotions. She was shocked and saddened by the news that Franco's foster father might have really been murdered by Francisco. But as she thought about it, she realized that there was another layer to this situation. She had made a deal with Francisco, a deal that involved getting rid of Franco once and for all. She had agreed to this deal without knowing the full story, and now she was feeling unsure about whether she wanted to go through with it. "What if it's because of the murder that Francisco wants me to get rid of Franco?" she asked Rafael, frowning. "What if he's trying to silence him before he can be exposed?" Rafael looked at her with concern. "It's possible," he said. "But we don't know for sure. The only way to find out is to ask Francisco directly." "I will," Araceli said, her anger building. "I'll confront him and ask him if he's responsible for his foster father's murder. And if he is, I'll

As Araceli walked back to her car, Rafael asked her, "Did you get to talk to Franco?" "No," she replied, tears welling up in her eyes. "I saw him with his wife and I just couldn't bring myself to approach them." Rafael put his arm around her and said, "It's okay. You don't have to put yourself through that. Let's just go home." Araceli nodded in agreement. As they got in the car and drove away, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was heartbroken that Franco was with someone else. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," Rafael said as they drove. "It's not your fault," Araceli replied. "I just need some time to process everything." "Take all the time you need," Rafael said. "I'm here for you, no matter what." Araceli smiled weakly and leaned her head on the car's window. .... As Rafael drove past the highway, I was reminded of the first time I boarded the a bus with Franco. I fell asleep on his arms and he gently caressed my hair until we reached our destination.