All Chapters of A Quest For Vengeance : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"I can't believe it." I continued. "Same here." "I guess it's finally time for me to move out." I forced a smile. To my surprise, Sergio nodded in concurrence. "Don't worry about not having a place to stay. For the meantime, I'm going to book a hotel for you. You can stay there for as long as a month, before you figure out a permanent place to stay."In your dreams, boy. In you dreams. "Okay. Thank you. I'll just pack my bags." "Alright. I will be waiting for you in the living room. My driver will check you in in a hotel on the way." He remarked and then ambled out of the room. "Really?" I scoffed. "Dream on, mister. I'm not leaving this house. Not anytime soon.." I felt irritated with the fact that despite all the efforts I had put in, I still couldn't get Sergio Fernandez to fall for me. The way he didn't think twice, before agreeing with me to move out made me question my charms. At that point, it seemed he would have said it if I hadn't first. He didn't care if I stayed or n

Looking at Sergio, I could see how his eyes were fixed on my lips. That was it. My moment of power. I covered my face with my hand. "I'm so sorry, Sergio. I also don't know what I was thinking. Seeing you so close, feeling your concern, I couldn't resist...." I calculatedly trailed off, letting the unspoken words hang in the air. "I shouldn't have done that." I peeked at him through my fingers, wanting to see other reaction my action might have sparked. Sergio remained completely still, then a ripple of confusion washed over his face. His brows furrowed. He hummed; his intense gaze still fixated in mine, seemingly searching for something. The kiss had indisputably ignited something in him. "I'm sorry..." I apologized again, looking everywhere but him. "It's fine," Sergio finally broke his silence. "I will speak to the receptionist." And with that, he was gone. striding out of the room. I let out a chuckle. I couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so shocked and confused by the k

Sergio's lips were firm, yet hesitant. The collision of our lips sent a jolt of mixed emotions through me— confusion, anger and a scorching wave of irritation. I was a tad confused be cause the action ignited a desire I hadn't anticipated. Angry and irritated because I was kissing the son of my enemy. He pulled back slightly; his eyes searching mine. "Sergio..." I whispered.. "I—" "Don't say anything," he demanded, cutting me off. "Not here. Let's talk inside. Someone might see." Why was he hiding? The question echoed in my mind. Walking further into the room, I took a seat on the edge of the bed, while Sergio's tall figure hovered over me. "This..that..." Sergio stammered, looking everywhere but her. "Wasn't supposed to happen." "What wasn't supposed to happen?" I asked, raising a brow questionably. There was no way I was going to allow him back out. The pace of the plan had already been set. "The kiss," he rasped. "Back in the hospital and," he pointed to the doorway. "Just

Weeks passed and the bond between me and the Fernandezes became stronger. True to his words, Mr. Fernandez started treating me as his own daughter. His wife was always checking up on me and making sure I was comfortable. Sergio, the tension between us whenever we were alone in a room seemed to get thicker every time. For some reason, he seemed to be holding back. But despite the hesitation, I could tell he had already fallen for my charms. I had made my moves. Now, I was only waiting for him to make his. Perhaps by leaving his credit card with me, he had began. Just maybe. So far, My plan was going smoothly. There was a little problem though. Not sure if it was a problem but it had become a thing of concern to me—Diego's attitude. Though he treated me nicely like everyone else, I'd sometimes catch him zoned out, looking at me or passing double edged remarks. It seemed he was the only one who was still a little cautious of me. Maybe it was a figment of my imagination or perhaps, me be

I didn't know what to expect standing in front of the pulsating party room door with Diego. I felt a tad nervous and uncomfortable. Diego must have sensed my nervousness. His touch, a gentle nudge against my shoulder with his strong arm. "Hey! What's up?" "I don't know anyone," I confessed, my voice barely audible over the loud music. "You know me," he said, smugly. "you don't have to worry about anything. Just think of me as your social passport. Everyone in there is my friend. All you have to do is loosen up and have fun. Trust me, you need this." A hesitant smile tugged at my lips. "I guess." "Let's go?" I nodded. Walking into the party room, girls swarmed around us—Diego precisely, like a school of fish out of water. It was clear to me that he was popular amongst the girls, though a cynical voice in my head wondered if it was purely his charm or if they simply just wanted a share of his family's wealth. The piercing gaze from one of the girls made me squir