"Good day, My Lady!" Carmencita greeted and walked into the room with a smile on her face. "I brought you lunch" Rosana simply nodded in response because she was still very weak to speak or hold a conversation. She raised her body from the bed and winced when she felt the intense pain in her lower region. Would she ever be able to sit and walk properly again? "Eat up. You look pale" Again, Rosana nodded and started eating. She was grateful that Carmencita served her lunch in bed instead of making her eat on the table. That way, she didn't have to struggle to move from the bed. Carmencita watched quietly while she ate. When she was done, she cleared the plates and returned with some drugs and a glass of water. "This would be good for you" "I do not need drugs, I am fine" She replied with furrowed brows. "I know. But you cannot say the same to what you are feeling down there, My dear." She gulped and stared at her in shock. "You... You know?" The older woman nodded with a soft s

Lucretia shivered and shook her head in response. He had not clapped which meant he wasn't impressed. But why? All she did was dance her heart and soul out because her income was tied to it. She even danced more than she did in weeks and gave him her best. But it wasn't enough. "I... I will dance again..." "What difference will it make, Cariño? I sat and watched you for hours" "Then what do you want?" She inquired as he took another step forward. "I know you asked me to quit. I already gave you my reasons why I could not" Maybe that is why he was punishing her, Lucretia thought as her mind raced back to when they first met in the club. After she declined and walked away that night, he disappeared. A part of her was thankful that he was gone but another part was scared of what would happen if he returned. Enzo took another step forward and she flinched. He was taller and intimidating. One who was capable of hurting her if he wanted to. "There is something you need to know, Cariño"

Vicenta covered her face with her palms and turned around. She was doomed. How could she have ratted her out without thinking? How could she have started a fight with her, knowing she would always strike back and win? Besides, she was Sergio's mother and was as ruthless as her son. "Looks like he will do more than collaring you like a dog" "Fine, what do you want?" She asked at once and spun around. "What do you want me to do?" Munika smiled. "I already told you, Vicenta. Get. Out. Of. Here" "But..." She lowered her hands to her stomach. "What about him? I finally did what you asked and you now want to toss me away" A knot tightened in Munika's chest as she looked down at her stomach. It was still flat but she knew it wouldn't matter in a couple of months if she was telling the truth. Even with that, she was never going to believe her mere words until everything was validated. "I know you, Vicenta, and I know all about what you are trying to do. This is just part of your schemes"

"Red Velvet!!!" The crowd cheered as Lucretia danced on stage with her mask on. She hooked the pole with her long legs and arched her body backward while spinning around. They followed all her movements, taking in the curves and smoothness of her body. Once she started dancing, it was hard for them to take their eyes away from her. It felt like they were trying to study and know her on a different level. By the time the dance ended, Lucretia was covered in sweat. She smiled softly and remained on the stage, her eyes going around the club. Everyone was applauding and cheering as usual. A man walked up to her and smiled. She didn't recognize him but knew he was one of the VIPs. "You dance so well, Red Velvet" She smiled politely and turned to look at the cheering crowd. Most men had a scowl on their faces and she knew it was because another man had gotten close to her. The securities were strict and never allowed any man to cross over to the stage when she was performing or after. Bu

She looked into his eyes, waiting for them to turn cold but they didn't. His face remained impassive too. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and did as instructed. She didn't want to ruin the night. It had started on a good note and she wanted it to end the same way. "Turn around" Sergio's voice broke in. "Voglio vederti!" [I want to see you!] Rosana turned around immediately and looked at him. Did he just listen to her plea and change his mind? She wondered. Sergio De Niro was not one to do any of those. He didn't listen to anyone and did whatever he wanted. She gulped and lowered her eyes to his body, realizing she had never touched him. "Can I... Can I touch you?" His jaw tightened and his shoulders stiffened. "No!" "Why?" He chuckled lightly but it didn't reach his eyes. "You are already a frightened little kitten, Bambolina. You will never be able to handle my scars" Scars? What scars? She wondered, staring down at his body. "I am not a frightened little kitten. Not an