Todos los capítulos de The Man I Should Hate Is My Sponsor: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

~Maria POV~ When you're at the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hold on. I can't remember where I read those words, but right now I was well past the end of mine — so where was I even supposed to tie the knot? I was hanging from a rope, mid-scene, playing out the part where the MC nearly gets murdered. I'd never been a fan of heights, and I was doing my best not to look down. Worse , we'd been repeating this scene for almost an hour. The reason: the director still wasn't satisfied, and the person calling the shots was Vivienne. I was expected to fall. But apparently there was always something wrong with my expression right before I did. After nearly an hour of it, I was starting to wonder how many more times my body could take it. "Cut," the director said, and I tried to climb back up. "Can't you express yourself properly before falling? I need you to look scared." I wasn't feeling good, but I managed to climb over to the other side, and I saw my manager watching me,

~Lewis POV~ "Can I depend on you?" she asked, her gaze confident but reluctant, as though she wasn't sure she should have said the words at all. ( Of course. ) ( For what I needed, a Moore like her was perfect for this.) "If that's what you want," I replied, setting her leg down. I knew exactly what I was doing when I chose Maria. "Can you kiss me?" I bent down to meet her at eye level and pressed my lips to hers. It was soft. I found myself slowing down, taking in the full taste of her. I wanted more — but what I wanted her for didn't require that. I wouldn't call this attraction. She was someone I shouldn't get emotional over in the first place. Emotions didn't matter when it came to a Moore. I pulled away, as usual. But this time, I looked closely at her. (Why was she smiling?) (Did she even realize how foolish it was to look so happy over something as simple as a kiss?) "Is something wrong?" she asked, her breathing unsteady, her gaze still fixed on my li

~Maria Pov~ "Maria," my father called as he knocked to enter the room. We'd moved in today, though the boxes weren't as many as I'd imagined , we barely had enough stuff to fill the house. "Dad, do you need something?" I asked as he came in, a smile on his face. He'd been happy ever since I told him the news about renting a new apartment in a more beautiful neighborhood. "We're finally getting back our old life, aren't we, my baby?" he said, and I nodded in response. ( If he actually behaves this time, maybe things will get better.) "Dad, you haven't gone to Eric, right?" His face changed immediately. "I already apologized. It was supposed to be a sure win," he said, coming closer. His hand found its way to my cheek. (A sure win.) That's what he said last time and the one before that. "Don't be mad, okay?" he said, almost like he was trying to win over a child. He always did this whenever I was angry as a kid. "Okay," I said, because what else was there to say. He pa

~Maria Pov~ I could feel it in my chest, an uncertain feeling I couldn't quite place. My hand found its way to my neck. (What was that about?) I thought, as Lewis picked up the picture frame. I couldn't see what or who was on it. "Did you break that?" I asked, my gaze following the frame in his hand. He looked up at me but didn't respond immediately. "It slipped," he said. Passing me without another word, he headed up the stairs. He paused on the third step, not bothering to turn around. "Go back to sleep" Then his bedroom door clicked shut. (I heard it smash.) I headed back into the guest room and found my way into the bathroom, taking a good look at myself. There was a red mark around my neck. (Why did she have to go this far?) I sighed, tracing the mark with my fingertips. "Bastards," I muttered, staring at my reflection. By morning, Lewis was already gone . I tied a scarf around my neck to match my outfit and left for the event. I would have called my manag

~Maria Pov~ The text came in exactly a week later, just as she'd said. I'd checked the address twice beforehand, and it hadn't looked sketchy. The garage on the 5th floor. Don't worry, it's safe. I sighed, adjusting my cap and making sure the face mask covered my face properly. The building looked like an ordinary parking garage, but I kept glancing around anyway, hoping it really was as safe as she'd said. Keeping the bag hidden at home had been hard enough. Now, walking through the garage with it in hand, I kept my head down, half-expecting someone to stop me and ask what was inside. "Over here," I heard Teresa's voice cut through , and I turned toward it. She was resting against a car. "What's with the face mask?" I didn't answer right away. I dropped the bag at my feet, my eyes catching on the car behind her—packed with luggage. "Are you leaving or something?" I asked. Pulling the mask down. "What do you think?" she said, approaching me. I picked the bag back up