Semua Bab The devil’s new plaything : Bab 41 - Bab 50

VALENTINA'S POINT OF VIEW“You can tell me anything” Diego said, his hand was on my arm trying to calm me down. He looked so worried, a bit anxious and a lot confused. We are sitting in a cafe a few streets away from the villa, a small cafe with painted wooden chairs that were laid out side by side and at each opposite sides of the coffee table, the walls had beautiful graffiti style art on them, there was one of a woman on a beautiful beach and another of what looks like an Afro-Latina with her beautiful full 4B hair on display.I looked away from Diego and turned my gaze to the art on the wall close to me, it was one of a hollow black hole, empty, turbulent, lonely. A little like how I would be after Diego finds out, this piece of art looked very out of place amongst the other cheerful, happy paintings.“Valentina I am here for you, always, I promise. You can tell me anything.” Diego said again, his voice was thick with emotions, his face looked like it used to before the accident,

YARA’S POINT OF VIEW I woke up to see my name printed in the front page of an online gossip magazine with the words ‘home wrecker’ next to it. There was a picture of me looking really ugly and scruffy in a head scarf, faded T-shirt, a yoga pant and flip flops next to an insanely stunning picture of Olivia Reverra on the Oscar red carpet draped in a stunning blue Chanel couture dress, which was covered in thousands of Swarovski crystals, heels to die for and a perfectly flawless skin.The heading of the post read ‘Walter Davis left America’s sweetheart Olivia Reverra for this’ I am the ‘this’. I headed to the comment section even if I knew that I probably should not.‘She is so ugly! What does Walter see in that bitch?!’ The first comment read, I could imagine a frown on the face of the fan as they wrote this comment. They were probably on their kitchen counter, typing furiously with a mug filled with coffee by their side.“Men! I had Walter! He is such a playboy! I am not going to w

VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW We walked into the elevator, the ride was tensed, the silence was deafening, no words spoken just both of us alone with our thoughts. Alone with thoughts we probably thought would be irrelevant by now, thoughts that hunts me every single day, they come as nightmares, a faceless man that I know but do not know chasing me with a sickle.I guess I deserve that, I shot him didn’t I? I shot the one person I have ever loved and now he is here with me, standing side by sides with me taking me to the sight where that memory was formed.We got out of the elevator and walked into a room that looked like one of those old Victorian era library, dusty old books on shelves, thousands and thousands of shelves that rose all the way to the ceiling of one part of the room. The other part of the enormous room had pictures of the Fernandez’s ancestors from the twentieth generation. Sir Enesto Fernandez, first of his name is the founder, the patriarch of the Fernandez’s dynasty

YARA’S POINT OF VIEW I could hardly sleep, I just kept tossing and turning on my bed, the image of them dancing played and re-played in my head, each memory more intense than the last. My brain added more details, details that had not been there, it added things that probably did not happen.I picked up a book, flipped through it as I tried to forget the whole scenario but the thought still stayed in my brain, my brain just chose to fixate on it for some reason. I wish I was the one that close to him, I wish I was the one he was touching, holding, kissing. I wish I was the one who had my hands around him.I closed my eyes and my brain worked its magic creating imagination where he is so close to me where his lips travels down my body. I arched my body upwards as I caressed by breast with my hand imagining that it was him. In my imagination his lips were on my nipples, sucking and teasing them tenderly. In my imagination his lips trailed kisses lower and lower until it got to the soft

VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEWThe mansion looks quiet like it always does except now this quietness, this serenity is a bit concerning, this quietness is a bit too quiet, like no one lives here, like it has somehow been deserted but I could have sworn that this is Diego’s mansion, I could have sworn that this is the place I have been for the past five days, that I have been here with him and everyone else.I looked over at Leanor, the woman who saved me from those thugs, we are now standing side by side trying to decide our next move.“I think we should go in.” I said as I moved the gate and found out that it is unlocked.“That would be trespassing.” Leanor replied cautiously.“Are you sure this is where he is? Are you sure your daughter is here?” She asked a little suspiciously.“It’s not trespassing if he has my daughter.” I said answering her first question and completely ignoring the other two. I walked into the mansion. It was Completely empty. My heart started to beat a lot faster a