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AngeloWhen Rafael requested to see a picture of Carla, Hattos told him to take a look at her disguise first. That is how she escaped, and it would make sense for him to take a look at the video footage first. “That is how the madam was captured on camera. Though that’s not how she really looks. We know she’s the one because the person fits her description. That’s also the only person who didn’t go to the ladies’ room but emerged afterward.” Hattos says a lot, trying to prevent Rafael from going into investigation mode with him. He knows we have work to do. I need to put my software to work and find Carla as soon as possible. I can’t leave her out there all alone.“Oh my freaking goodness! Angelo, do you mean to tell me that your wife ran away from home? What the fuck did you do to her? I thought you loved her, man.” I am about to open the door and get the heck out of this place, but Rafael’s statement catches me off guard. It’s true. I love Carla. No, we both love each other so m

Mateo“Vandy. I want the doctor to open the envelope and tell me the result.” The doctor stares at me as if I am speaking a language he does not understand. “D… Don, is the child yours?” He looks like he would cry at any moment. Of course, Vandy lied to him, but that’s only because I ordered it. I don’t want anyone playing any tricks in the background. That bitch says she just performed a miracle, conceiving for an impotent man like me. So I need to tie up all loose ends and bring her treachery to light. I, Mateo Garcia, will never raise another man’s bastard. “What? The results will change because the child in question is not his?” Is this doctor tired of living, or what?“D… Don, it’s not like that. I was only shocked that he tricked me. That’s all.” As if…“Who the fuck are you not to be tricked? Open that envelope and tell me what you have. I don’t have all day.” I may seem composed and uninterested, but I am so tense that I am secretly grabbing the armrest of my chair as if m

Lucinda “Boss, Don Angelo is here.” Dexter reports as I make finishing touches to my dishes. It’s been a while since I cooked something this large. It’s like a feast here.Don Angelo Hernandez is in my house. That too, because he wants to ask about his wife. How ironic! Well, Carla already predicted this. In her words, “wherever you see Angelo, feed him something healthy. I know he won’t think twice about skipping meals when I’m gone.” Right now, I am only doing what my friend requests of me. She knows her husband won’t eat well, so she wants me to feed him as much as possible. Who am I to say no? Who would have thought I would be so happy to cook for Angelo just because Carla says so? I spent about two decades loving him, yet he never looked at me. Now, I guess I’m truly free of this unrequited love. I can finally find someone else who cares for me and loves me just like those two love each other. Why is a certain face clouding my mind as I think of this? Tsk! It can’t be what I’

Lucinda Love. It turns the strongest of men into weaklings. The man who just left my house is not the Angelo Hernandez I know. Don Angelo Hernandez is a decisive and ruthless mafia Don who is feared by all other Dons, young and old. This man is nothing short of a love-struck husband who is even willing to give his life for his wife. Damn! Where would I ever find such love? I just lost my appetite. “Where’s that brooding Dexter hiding?” As soon as I step away from the dining area, the maids swoop in to clear the area. There are various dishes for them to choose from, after all. Why won’t they rush to pack up? I search the garden, Dexter’s favorite place in the house, yet he’s not there. That guy shouldn’t be drunk and sleeping on the floor somewhere. Even I have a better alcohol tolerance level than him. Tsk!“Where could Dexter be?” I look around and spot one of the maids locking up. “Have you seen Dexter anywhere?” She bows her head, not daring to look me in the eyes. Being a Do

Lucinda This Dexter guy is so dense. He is the reason I’m like this. If only he had spoken up earlier, I wouldn’t have been so fixated on Angelo. I don’t understand why my heart beats differently for Dexter. I’m not sure when it started, but all I know is that I want him-body and soul. Do I love Dexter? Why did it only take that maid to make me realize it tonight? “It’s normal that you feel this way because you’re still a virgin. Lucy, your heart does not beat for me, so I have no right to claim your body. I don’t just want your body; I want your heart, too. Please, I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.” Does he mean to say he does not understand what I just said? “What the fuck do you take me for? A whore?” Does Dexter think I’ll sit down and open my legs for any man because he touched me? Would I even allow another man to get this close? “No, Don. I don’t mean it like that.” Don? I’m done here. It’s so humiliating.“You know what? Forget anything happened tonight. I don’t wish to s