AUTHOR’S POVFranco did not show up last night and it took Regina several deep breaths to prevent her from ripping the roof of the Lorenzo mansion apart.Regina paced her room that early morning, she could not sleep art night even if she wanted to, turning this way and that in her bed. So once it was dawn, she jumped out of bed and all she could do was pace around, every step she took was piled with simmering anger. The clock read barely 8 a.m., yet her fury had been building since last night. She had called Franco’s number over and over, and when he did not pick, she scattered her flower vase and brushed the items on her drawer, including her bed lamp to the ground.Still, his phone never rang back. Not one bit.Last night’s endless waiting—without a single call or text—had driven her nearly mad or she was a few slippery steps from running mad and she could not help it. When she had arrived at the saloon yesterday evening, she had spent roughly almost three hours dolling herself up a
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa arrived at the office early enough to make it to her desk without the whispers of nosy staff members, she was tired after a long commute due to traffic. When she stepped into her corner of the open-plan office, a bouquet of fresh flowers was waiting for her on her desk. The bouquet looked like the flowers were carefully picked, it was a vibrant burst of colours, with deep reds, soft pinks, and bright yellow flowers. But the note attached to it was puzzling. The short handwritten message had no signature, leaving her to wonder who could have sent such a gift. Was it Pedro? That man had no business sending her flowers after what he put her through last night. But what if it was Pedro? She picked up the note carefully and frowned. “It says ‘For you, with love’ but there’s no name,” she murmured to herself. Just then, Camila entered the enclosure carrying two steaming cups of coffee. Camila’s smile was bright as she set the cups down on a nearby t
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa was wrapping up her work files and gathering her belongings at her desk when the clock neared lunchtime. She pulled out the melted bar of chocolate from her bag and trashed it; she had gotten it on her way to work a long time ago; she had forgotten it in her bag. It had been a busy morning, and for some unknown reason she looked forward to the lunch break; a short break away from the constant pressure those files mounted on her would not hurt, after all; self-care was health care. She had heard a female colleague talking about going on a lunch date with her boyfriend, and she felt jealous. She was jealous because she had forgotten what it felt like to be in love; the only man she ever loved was Sergio, and he was mostly away, probably with his gay lover, or not. She still found it hard to believe what Pedro had told her about Sergio, and sometimes, she missed him. As she neatly stacked the last of her files into a folder, she heard a soft knock at the door. She won
Pedro motioned for Adrianna to come sit.The room was cool and quiet, and the afternoon light gently streamed in through the glass window.Adrianna stepped toward his table. However, after a brief moment, she said, “I would rather stand,” and so she remained standing, her posture straight, her long black hair sleeping on her back.She looked more beautiful than when he saw her previously.Pedro raised an eyebrow. “Very well,” he replied. “Then, why are you here?”Taking a breath, Adrianna began, “My name is Adrianna—” Pedro cut in sharply, “Adrianna Perez.” His voice levelled all forms of formalities, more like acknowledging the familiarity between them as he completed her surname. His eyes were completely focused on her, touring the contours of her body.Adrianna met his gaze calmly: “In our last meeting, you pointed out several errors in our proposal, which I quite disagree with. You said the projected ROI was overly optimistic; I also disagree that the risk management strategy was
AUTHOR’S POV“Fuck!! You dumb bitch!! Don’t you knock!” Pedro barked, his voice as sharp as broken glass.Tessa’s eyes dilated in absolute shock. For a moment, she stood rooted in the doorway; her mouth opened but no sound emerged. It took her a few seconds to realise she did not knock before she came in — and his words slammed into her like a punch. Dumb bitch?“There is a reason why you fucking knock”Pedro’s loud rebuke echoed in her ears, and she could only stand, too stunned to move.Her mind raced; perhaps if she had knocked, she would saved herself the additional misfortune of catching Pedro, pants down, inside another woman.Adrianna struggled to set herself free from Pedro’s grasp and quickly scrambled. She leapt up from the table. In one frantic, desperate move, she yanked her skirt down and made a dash for the door. The sound of her whimpers, and rustle of fabric as she adjusted her skirt followed her flight.Pedro glanced between the space where Adrianna had just vani
AUTHOR’S POVThe car ride to the restaurant was unusually quiet, at least for Tessa, as she was so deeply engrossed in thoughts; a few times Camila and Jamie had tried to engage her; her responses were disconnected, surface-level. Tessa sat by the window, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular as the car glided through the early afternoon traffic. Sunlight streamed through the glass, warming her skin, but she barely noticed. Her arms were folded, her legs crossed tightly at the ankles—every part of her craved some or maybe an ounce of calmness. Her mind had been hijacked by images of Pedro’s bare butt cheeks grinding into Adrianna and Adrianna’s manicured hand pressed against his strong round butt; she wondered why such mundane pictures haunted her. She shouldn’t be concerned, so why was she? Why was she pained at the sight of two of them tangled that morning? Did he ask her to bring the coffee on purpose?The memory looped in her head, so cruel and clear. Her chest ached, a dull thr
AUTHORS POV Regina woke up to a damp pillow, the time on the table clock was an unmistakable evidence of a day spent crying, it was past 4pm. The sun was beginning no give way for darkness to take over as it’s golden beams slowly withdrew from drawn curtains, Regina did not notice the smudged tear stains on her cheeks. For hours, she had lain in bed, unaware of the numerous calls from Pablo, or the call from her masseuse. She recalled every word she’d overheard from Pedro and Franco—their conversation had cut deeper than any sharp object. In the midst of that agony, a disturbing thought crept into her mind: perhaps the Sabrina Franco mentioned in their discussion looked hotter than she did. Curiousity swelled within her, she dragged herself out of bed and strolled barefoot to the mirror. Staring at her reflection, Regina scrutinised herself: her hair was a dishevelled mess, her skin pale and lagged, and her eyes red-rimmed from endless tears. “Is this what it takes?” she
Regina forced herself to wear a warm smile, wiping away her tears repeatedly. “No, I’m fine,” she replied, her voice was flat and she hoped she was convincing enough. “I just… don’t feel well.”Dame Rossa’s stare softened slightly, but her voice remained stern as she continued, “before I say what I want to say, I would like to be honest with you, from where I stand, you dont look fine, and it’s definitely man problems”Regina tried to deny, but Dame Rossa motioned her to be quiet in the most calm manner.“I am not here to kick you while you are already down, You know, Regina… I didn’t just come back to Monterrey because I missed the weather or the old house or even the metropolis itself. No. I came back for something deeper. I came back because I made a promise to myself—and to your father, God rest his soul.Your father… he meant everything to me. He wasn’t just my brother—he was my best friend. And he loved you more than life. You were his precious baby girl. And when he died… I fe
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as she counted in her head, how much time she had so she could go check on Regina. The silence in her room was too loud. The shadows cast by the bedside lamp stretched across the walls like silent watchers, the shadow reflection of other objects the room looked like they were whispering loudly, echoing the weight in her chest. Her mind kept replaying George’s words from earlier at the supermarket, and every time, they struck a nerve she’d tried so hard to numb. Her ringed finger throbbed with guilt. The blood diamond sparkled none the less. For a second she wondered who she was, questioned who she had become over the last few months that seemed to drag on forever. She used to be fierce and quick minded, how did she become so soggy? Could it be Aunt Norah’s absence? She thought. So what would become of me if she was actually no more? Become any mans puppet? Talk more of a man like pedro? Her pho
AUTHORS POVThe atmosphere inside Regina's room changed from the moment Dame Rossa stepped inside; it was almost suffocating. And for seconds that slipped into minutes, Regina tried all she could to hold herself together. The ancient of days clock ticked away loudly in the background; for Regina, it was a painful reminder that time was slipping through her fingers and she needed to tell Pablo her truth.Dame Rossa sat beside Regina, her eyes darted around the room, softened with concern."My dear," she said, reaching out to pat Regina’s hand gently, "Pablo told me you have not been taking his calls."Regina blinked, feeling a strange chill wash over her. Had she?It struck her then — the last few days and hours had been a haze. The pain, the shame, and the constant battle with herself had consumed her so much that she hadn’t noticed the persistent beeping of her phone. She had unknowingly, absentmindedly ignored him."I'm so sorry," Regina whispered, looking down at her lap, ashamed.
AUTHORS POVTessa walked briskly through the long corridor; she didn't even wait for Pedro despite the fact that he had told her to wait. She just wanted to get to Regina as fast as she could. Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she approached Regina’s room, like a gloomy pendant hung over her neck. She paused for a brief moment at the door, took a deep breath, then quietly turned the knob and stepped inside.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut. Regina was curled up in one corner of her bed, her small frame almost swallowed by the large, plush duvet. She looked so fragile, so unlike her usual lively self, that Tessa’s heart clenched painfully. The evil men do to women, she said in her mind.Tessa closed the door softly behind her and approached the bed. “Regina…” she called gently, sitting at the edge of the mattress. “Have you eaten anything today? Or at least had some vegetables? You need to keep yourself nourished, for your sake and the baby’s.”Regina stirred, her fac
AUTHORS POV Tessa hurried back from the supermarket, clutching her handbag tightly, it had begin to drizzle in trickles. She was glad to have made it back it time just as the rain began to fall in small drops. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation with George, but she forced herself to stay composed. She had barely stepped onto the steps of the office building when she spotted Pedro standing just outside the glass doors, deep in conversation with three well-dressed men. Her jaws dropped. They were all laughing, their expensive suits seemed unruffled under the soft evening breeze the rain brought with its fall. Tessa paused for a heartbeat, considering slipping around the side entrance to avoid them. But Pedro’s sharp eyes had already caught her. “Ah, here she is,” Pedro said with a proud smile, beckoning her over. Tessa swallowed her nerves and walked towards them, she hated the noise her heels made against the floor while she walked. As she got closer, she caught snipp
AUTHORS POVTessa was sorting through a pile of boring paperwork on her desk when her phone started vibrating loudly against her table and honestly, she didn’t want any more business related calls. It had been a long day and she just wanted to wrap up and leave, Camila and Jamie had already left together and Pedro had asked her to stay back so they can go together. After the phone had rung twice, She glanced at the screen and froze.It was Regina.She answered immediately. “Regina?”On the other end of the line, Regina was crying so hard that Tessa could barely make out her words.“You didn’t reply my message,” Regina sobbed, voice breaking in between hiccups. “I sent you a message and you didn’t reply… you left me all alone.”Tessa’s chest tightened with guilt. She pressed the phone closer to her ear, standing up from her chair.“I’m so sorry, Regina,” she said gently. “I wasn’t near my phone. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I swear.”Regina’s breathing was ragged, her words tumbling ou
AUTHORS POV Regina sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers twisted tightly in her lap. The late afternoon light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over her room, but she felt none of its warmth as nervousness and anxiety painfully seeped through her. Her heart pounded heavily against her ribs. She had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times in her head, but now that Franco was standing in front of her, smirking lazily as if he already knew what she was about to say, the words tangled on her tongue. She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet his eyes. “You have been silent since you called me here, it leaves me wondering what’s going on in your mind” he said dryly, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m pregnant,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, Franco said nothing. His face held no facial expressions, and Regina clung to a shred of hope that he might reach for her, smile, tell her it would all be alright. Instead,
AUTHORS POV The return to the office after lunch was a slow, dragging affair. The sun beat down on the building, the air was sticky, and the workers moved with a sluggishness that mirrored Tessa’s heavy steps as they made a beeline for their respective duty post. Shortly after Jamie leaves for his desk, Tessa and Camila had barely settled at their desks when a sharp knock sounded on the glass door of their section. It was Andrew, one of Don Pedro’s personal messengers, standing stiffly with a small notepad in his hand. “Camila,” he said, his voice very formal. “The boss wants to see you. Right away.” Camila, who was just booting up her computer, slightly frowned and looked at Tessa. Tessa’s heart skipped oddly. “Why?” Tessa asked before she could stop herself. Andrew shrugged. “No idea. He just said to bring her.” Camila gave Tessa a reassuring little smile, smoothed her blouse, and stood up. “It’s probably work-related,” she muttered. “No big deal.” But Tessa’s stomach twist
AUTHORS POVThe café was buzzing that warm Thursday afternoon, if not for anything but for the fact that Tessa loved the positive atmosphere the environment afforded her; she didn't want to go back to the office or back to the Lorenzo mansion. The clatter of cutlery and soft murmur of voice chatters weaving into a comforting background noise were the only things that reminded her that she wasn't in her comfort zone. Tessa sat at the table by the window with Camila and Jamie, a half-eaten sandwich limp in her hand. The sun outside painted the streets golden, but inside her head, it was cloudy and grey.Jamie leaned across the table, flashing his boyish grin. "Thanks again for the food the other night, Tessa. That food was something else. You didn’t have to, but I'm grateful."Tessa stared through him as if he wasn’t there, her gaze locked somewhere beyond the walls of the café. She didn't blink, didn’t smile, didn’t even twitch.Jamie frowned slightly, exchanging a quick look with Cami
AUTHORS POV The house was unusually quiet when Tessa returned from the shopping mall. She was tempted to kick off her shoes by the door, except for the fact that she was not in the comfort of the room she shared with Pedro. She sighed as the scent of grilled meat and garlic hit her nose, straying from the dining. Her body ached, and all she really wanted was a hot bath and to be left alone. But the silence in the air felt heavy—like something was waiting. She walked into the dining area and found Don Pedro seated at the head of the long glass table. The only sound in the room came from the clinking of his fork against the china plate. The light above him made his presence look even more imposing than usual. He looked up at her, chewing slowly, watching her. “You’re late,” he said flatly, setting his cutlery down. “Join me for dinner.” Tessa forced a polite smile. “I’m not hungry. It’s been a long day. I’d rather go upstairs and rest.” Pedro’s jaw twitched as though he wanted to s