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CHAPTER 109 It was a strangely different world and at first she couldn't understand it, still it seemed to blink in her mind as she was slowly succumbing to the fact that all these strange things happening meant that there was a lot she had to go if she was bent on keeping her man. Much as all this happening lacked common understanding, it held in her mind possibilities— Antonia at that moment felt all of this, her mind was near Insanity and her heart she could hear echoing wildly that moment.

But just as I expected, he was already up before me—again. I let out a sigh and forced myself to get out of bed, even though I wanted nothing more than to stay under the covers. The exhaustion and sleepiness still weighed heavily on my body, but because of the persistent knocking and the growing hunger in my stomach, I had no choice but to get up. I slipped off the bed, my hand instinctively resting over my belly. When I opened the door, I was greeted by Antonia holding a tray of food. “Good morning, señorita. Please have your breakfast,” she greeted with a soft smile.

She walked away, leaving Antonia standing alone, humiliated and strangely intrigued. That encounter changed the dynamic. Antonia stopped trying to provoke public scenes. Instead, she started showing up at the house. Not to see my father—to see Karla. She’d arrive with flimsy excuses. Karla, with her impeccable manners, could not turn away a guest at the door. She would receive Antonia in the sunroom, serve her tea, and then return to her sketchpad, saying nothing. Antonia would talk. She talked about her childhood, her frustrations with my father’s condescension, her dreams that had nothing to do with him. Karla would listen, rarely commenting. But she stopped leaving the room.

Antonia shook her head in denial "Of course not, I have a better girl from a prestigious family for my son… he can't be with that cheap slut," Antonia muttered through gritted teeth, clenching her hand angrily. She didn't want a simple girl for her son. One of the many reasons she got rid of Olivia Altamirano, her foolish son was sent to do a clean job of deceiving her. But who knew he fell in love "Madam, you called for me" one of her trusted men walked in after some time. Antonia was already sitting with crossed legs as she played with a champagne flute elegantly

“See how you're handling your little… downfall.” I let out a quiet breath. “I’m doing just fine.” Antonia raised a brow. “Are you? Because from where I’m standing, you look like a woman trying very hard not to break.” I met her gaze head-on. “You must have a sad life if you went out of your way to find me just to gloat.” Antonia laughed. "Sweetheart, I didn’t have to go out of my way. The world is small, and I always end up exactly where I need to be."

And I was always good at uncovering things that shouldn't be revealed. And Ephraim was right, Antonio was a kind of predator in front of whom I couldn’t ever be weak or he’d eat me alive. If I wanted to defeat him and get back at him for what he did to me I would’ve to stand and fight. Running was for cowards, and I wasn't one. When I would escape, I’d go with guns blazing and by sticking it to his face. ~ A. Gupta My Book is in competition. Don't forget to comment and review with 5stars ;) also pls press gems for Erica and Antonio!

The air between us felt brittle, like it would shatter if either of us moved wrong or said something wrong. "I won't be owned," I continued. "Not by you. Not by him. Not by anyone." Antonio studied me, his gaze slow and deliberate as if he's just seeing me for the first time. I know better. He stalks his prey. Waits and fights every urge to go for the kill but when he does... he makes it worth that wait. "Everyone belongs to something." "I don't." His eyes darkened. "You will." Something sharp rose in my chest—anger, fear, defiance. All tangled together.

If only Antonio were hear see it and Damian was in a better mood to actually pay her some attention. She finished up her meal and did the dishes and headed into the study to find something to read. It had been a while since she went in there and she hoped to find something interesting. She walked past the shelves looking at the spine of every book but she could find nothing. As she kept looking, a single book fell from the shelf. She looked around but there was no one there. She picked up the book and looked at the cover. It read: Love Conquerors All. She smiled. It seemed like something that Antonio would read. She took it to her room and began to digest the information. It was not very int

A chaos that, to be painfully clear, had been caused by Antonia and her little pack of followers—those rabid, perfume-drenched wolves who ran the social hierarchy like a cartel. I could have walked away. I could have left the sticky, juice-slicked floor for the janitor and the rats. But the thing about Antonia’s crew? They never missed a chance to turn the smallest incident into ammunition. One more excuse, and I’d be in detention faster than you could say “Alpha privilege.” So I sighed again, a bit more dramatically this time, and hauled myself toward the janitor’s closet instead of my next class. Yes. That janitor’s closet. The infamous one.