He furrowed his brows, obviously trying to recall where he had seen me before. "That can't be," I shook my head. I was silently praying for him not to remember. "I don't think I have ever seen you before and besides, I'm new in the city." "Oh!" He heaved a sigh. "I'd have sworn I have. I'm sorry about that""It's fine," I faked a smile. "I get mistaken for different people several times. It's not really a new thing." I responded, hoping so hard that he bought my story. He hummed. "If you'd excuse me then." He turned around and walked out of the room. Immediately he left, I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. It felt really suffocating to pretend to be someone you weren't, but I wasn't about to give up, until I achieve my aims and make every single one of them pay for ruining my once peaceful life. We were poor, yet satisfied and happy, until his father came along and ruined everything. "I'm sorry, Sergio, but nothing is going to stop me from using you as a pawn to g
"Mum, please. Just listen to what I have to say first, befo-" "It's okay, Sergio." I feigned sadness. "If your mother doesn't want me here, I can just leave. I told you this was a bad idea. Please allow me to leave." "That's nonsense! Where will you go? You have no one. You told me that yourself. You're in this situation because of me." He said.. "I won't run away from my responsibility. Just allow me talk to her." "No, please." I continued. "I don't want to be a burden to you and your family. I told you I didn't want to stay here, didn't I? Please just take me to the streets and leave me there to fend for myself." I shut my eyes tightly, trying to squeeze out tears. "Come on, mum. What's the harm in letting her stay here for just a few days? It's not like she's going to stay here forever and besides, Sergio was the one that got her into his mess. I actually feel bad for her." I covered my face with both of my hands and smile. It seemed my plan to gain their trust was working pre
"Alright then." He averted his gaze to me one more time, before walking out of the room. Immediately he left, I gazed at the nurse in disdain. "Patricia, come closer, please." I started. "It's Priscilla." She corrected with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Whatever." I muttered and then smiled broadly too. "My bad."She walked over and stood directly beside the bed. "Do you need something?""Oh, yes, I do." I responded, an evil glint probably shimmering in my eyes. "I need you to help me to the bathroom. My bladder is full to the brim. I can't wait for a minute longer." "Okay." She smiled, obediently and bended a little, helping me off my back. "Carefully!" I yelled. "I'm so sorry." She was quick to apologize. "Are you hurt?" "Just keep quiet and do your work instead!" I snapped. "Sorry." She muttered and tried to put me on the wheelchair, but I purposely made it difficult for her to do. "I don't think I can do this." She voiced out. "Of course you can. What are yo
"What's happening here?" Sergio Fernandez boomed, walking into the room. . "Sir..." She trailed off, obviously searching for the right words to use to defend herself. "Keep quiet!" He pointed a finger, directly to her face. "I hired you to take care of her in my absence, not to treat her this way." "Believe me, sir, I didn't do anything. She poured the cup of hot coffee on herself." I shrunk, hoping he wouldn't believe her. "Oh really?" He chuckled, humorlessly. "Who in their right state of mind will do that to themself? Come on, you should have come up with a more believable lie.""I'm not lying," She yelled. "This woman is witch." It was finally time for me to intervene. "Because I politely asked you to get me a cup of coffee?" I faked my tears. "Had I been able to walk, I wouldn't have asked you." Sergio swallowed; the quilt written all over his face. AGAIN. Served him right. "You and I both know you're lying." Her brows arched in exasperation."You're fired!" Sergio Ferna
"Nicole?" I heard Sergio's voice from the other side of the door. My eyes widened and quickly, I ran back to the wheelchair to continue the act of being crippled. When I wheeled myself to the door and opened it, his gaze trailed on me for a bit longer than normal. "Is everything fine?" He questioned. "Why did you lock the door?" I..." I trailed off, thinking hard for another lie to tell. "I...wanted to change and the nurse isn't here yet, so... Did you forget something?" "My cellphone. Oh! It's over there." He walked into the room and picked up the phone. "I was looking for it everywhere." "Anything else?" I asked, trying to even my breath. "No." He shook his head. "I'll leave you to change. Are you sure you can manage? Should I call a maid to help?" "It's fine. I will be able to manage. Thank you." I said, practically chasing him out of the room. I couldn't wait for him to leave for I was scared of messing up. Immediately he shut the door, I quickly went to it and locked it,
Mr. Eduardo Fernandez smiled at me, then turned to his son, and patted him on the shoulder. "Well done! That's a wonderful deed, but," His demeanor changed into an emotion I couldn't quite read. "Couldn't you have found a hotel for her to stay in, since your mum doesn't want her here?" I swallowed a lump in my throat — the way they were speaking about me as if I wasn't there was uncalled for. "Dad, we have already had this talk with mum. She has agreed to allow her stay. It will just be for a while. I'm not planning to keep her here forever." I suppressed the urge to laugh at his words. "We'll see about that." I muttered to myself. "Yes, dad," Diego continued from where Sergio stopped. "I honestly don't get what the fuss about." He shrugged. "Nicole is a beautiful, petite, young woman. Just take a look at her; what harm can she possibly cause? You guys should just let her stay. So far, she hasn't done anything alarming. So sending her out to suffer all by herself...will be a wicke
My eyes dilated. "Mo...motive?" I managed to stammer out. Panic gripped me as I wondered whether he had somehow unearthed my carefully laid plans or perhaps he was beginning to grow suspicious of me. It was a mystery how he managed to piece it together. The thought alone had me insides quivering. I would be doomed if those were the case. "I don't understand." "Come on, I was only kidding around." He chuckled, breaking the tension. "You should see your face. You looked really scared. It seemed as if I just exposed your secrets." "Hahhhh." I forced a laugh and replied hastily. "I have no secrets. I'm as plain as a sheet." "Yes you are." He concurred with a knowing nod. "I should leave you to have a rest. The nurse will be here in few minutes, to check up on you." As the door closed behind him, a sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I released a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. "Thank God he doesn't know anything. I was so scared," I murmured, pressing a hand over my rapidly
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of a knock on the door. My brows furrowed and I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. Due to the excitement and anticipation of what I had planned today, I couldn't bring myself to sleep. I had only fallen asleep about an hour ago. "Nicole?" Sergio's velvety voice called through the door, a soft presence that seemed void of agitation. It had always been like that ever since I met him. It made me wonder if beneath his calm exterior lay an angry and evil man, waiting to be unleashed; after all, he was Mr. Fernandez's son. And there is a saying that goes; the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. With a scrunched up demeanor, I rose from my bed and made my way towards the door. But just before my hand could grasp the doorknob, I realized I had forgotten that I was supposed to be crippled. Suppressing a gasp of alarm from emerging from my mouth, I retreated to my bed and responded in a low-pitched voice. "Come in, Sergio. The door isn't locked." S
A sly smile spread across my lips as Sergio sat beside me. I loved the fact that he sounded so angry. "What did he say to you?" I wiped away the nonexistent tears from my face and shook my head. "He didn't say anything." "Nicole!" Sergio's voice was firm. "Look at me. Talk to me! Tell me exactly what he said to you!" That was my chance. I averted my gaze to him, making sure to fixate my gaze in his. Air fanned my eyes making tears instantly well up in them. "I don't know why Diego dislikes me this much. I thought we were getting along. I thought he liked me, but I've been wrong. This isn't even the first time he's treating me like I'm a nobody," I swallowed. "I know I'm not, but it still hurts when he reminds me of that all the time. He always finds ways to make sneaky remarks about me. Why? What's my offence? I didn't want to take your card but you insisted I do, I went shopping to get a few essential things I needed, and I end up being called a golddigger and a socia
"I don't know what you're talking about, Diego," I insisted. Diego shook his head, a knowing glint in his eyes. "I'm your brother, Sergio. I know you better than anyone else. Besides, I saw you leaving the room." Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to remain calm. I couldn't afford to be caught. Not now or ever. "I went there," I began, my voice steady. "because like she said, she had a breakdown and I went there to comfort. That was it." "I believe you," Diego said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You'd never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with Scarlett. You're also not that kind of person to cheat on anyone, let alone Scarlett. It's Nicole that I don't trust." His words sent a pang to my heart. Despite being guilty, I couldn't fathom Diego harboring such thought about Nicole, especially after she'd risked her life for our father. "Why don't you trust her?" I asked, anger creeping into my voice. "She saved Dad's life!" "I'm sorry to say t
SERGIO'S POV Nestled in Scarlett's arms, I couldn't help but remember the illicit thrill I had experienced with Nicole last night while Scarlett was busy sleeping. Last night's kiss with Nicole had been a betrayal of everything I claimed to be, yet the memory lingered. I felt extremely guilty, but I couldn't stop myself. The thought of doing it again wasn't repulsive. In fact, just thinking about it made me suck my bottom lip involuntarily. This wasn't me. I wasn't a cheat. But there was something about Nicole that I couldn't put my finger on. Something alluring. I wanted to stay away, but the more I tried, the more I became drawn to her. It was as if I was trapped in a magnetic pull towards her. Scarlett's voice, soft and soothing, broke into my reverie. "Babe, I've been talking to you. Where has your mind traveled to?" The question was innocent, but it felt like she'd seen through me. I leaned in, my heart pounding a guilty rhythm as I placed a quick kiss on her lips. How
Rosa's squeal sent a jolt through me as she crushed me in a bear hug. "Oh my God, Nicole! Where have you been? Do you know how worried I was? I've missed you so much!" My arms snaked around Rosa's back, returning her hug briefly before I pulled away, a smile tugging at my lips. "I've missed you too." Rosa's eyes scanned me from head to toe, particularly my outfit. "You look different, Nicole! What's the secret? Tell me you've hooked a rich billionaire, babe!" I rolled my eyes. Rosa would always be Rosa. A golddigger through and through. I loved her though. She had been a good friend to me from the first time I started working at the coffee shop with her. Her heart was as big as her dreams. Her eyes widened in excitement. "It's true, isn't it?" I chuckled. "You could say that." She gasped, her eyes sparking with excitement. "You're lying!" "Of course I am," I playfully pushed her away. "Do these things even happen in real life? I have told you before to stop watchi
Last night was like a dream. Waking up the next morning, the remnant of his cologne on my nightie filled my nostrils. I still couldn't believe Sergio was in my room, his lips meeting mine in a desperate and undeniably passionate kiss. A kiss that defied his pleas, his warnings about not jeopardizing his long term relationship with Scarlett. Now, who was the traitor? My reflection in the bathroom mirror barely registered as I splashed cold water on my face. The events of last night couldn't stop playing over and over again in my mind. For a fact, I knew Sergio had feelings for me. It was pretty glaring, the lingering gazes said it all — I was also certain that even Diego could tell. I had seen the way he looked at us whenever Sergio and I were in the same space, Interacting. It was always almost as if he had something to say to us, but always kept it to himself. Or at least always tried to keep it to himself — but I didn't know he was going to act up on it. I had always been a
I felt shivers run down my spine as his lips moved against mine softly at first, then, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to his body and evoking sensations that I never knew I was capable of feeling before. My arms instantly wrapped around his neck, savoring the taste of his plump lips. I was kissing him back with the same passion. Then, he stopped, and stepped back. In his eyes, I could see a mix of regret and satisfaction? "I'm sorry," he started, breathing deeply. "I shouldn't have..." I scoffed, taking a few steps away from him. It was my turn to give him a dose of his own medicine. "Then leave, Sergio." "Are you okay though?" he asked, closing the gap between them. "I just want to make sure." "I am," I answered, wiping nonexistent tears from my eyes. "I'll be okay." "Nicole..." Sergio began to speak but the rest of his words died on his lips. "We shouldn't—" I rolled my eyes, annoyed at his indecisiveness. One minute, he was saying someth
I was jealous, Sergio. Despite how hard I tried to get those words from Nicole out of my head, I couldn't. They kept repeating themselves like a mantra. I heaved a sigh of exasperation and shut down my laptop. I couldn't even have any work done. I reclined against the chair, the image of Nicole's disappointed face flashing in my mind and my heart tightening against my chest. "Stop!" I gently slapped my face. "Are you out of your mind, Sergio? What the heck!" "Talking to yourself?" Scarlett's voice instantly sent a wave of guilt over me. She was my fiancee, yet I was preoccupied with the thoughts of another woman. I felt even trashier when I recalled the times Nicole and I kissed. It felt like I didn't only cheat on her physically, but emotionally as well. Scarlett was the sweetest person I had ever come across, and that was the reason we could maintain how relationship for so long. Betraying her was the one thing I never saw myself doing. She always put up with my workaholic
As soon as the words emerged from my lips, Sergio stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, his eyes cold. I stilled. I could literally feel his breath on face. "Don't ever say something like that again. Someone could have heard!" I rolled my eyes. "You asked me what was bothering me, and I replied. What would you have had me do? Lie?" "Look, Nicole," Sergio's breath uneven. "I know we've..." he trailed off. "Kissed," I completed his sentence for him. "More than once." He nodded in acknowledgement. "But that was a mistake," he paused, studying my demeanor. "I'm sorry of you thought it might degenerate into a relationship or something. You're a wonderful person, Nicole." Why did his words feel like a breakup? I almost teared up listening to him say those words to me. "Fun to be with and to converse with. I enjoy your company, I won't deny it, I do. I care for you. As a person," he added with emphasis. "You're like a little sister to me," he paused ag
"Scarlett!" Helen squealed, throwing her arms around her in a tight hug. I was too stunned to speak. I looked at Sergio, but he seemed to be in another word. He wouldn't look at me, talk more of talking to me. His attention was on his 'fiancee' and the little reunion they were having with his family. I suddenly felt out of place. "I have missed you so much, Mom," Scarlett said in a singsong voice. "I'm so glad to be back!" "And we're so glad to have you back, sweetheart," the mother said, untangling herself from the hug. "Dad!" Scarlett walked over to where he was standing, her smile widening. "I've missed you so much too, my governor!" Mr. Eduardo pulled her into a fatherly hug. "Welcome home, my daughter." Based on what I was witnessing, how she was interacting with the family, I could tell the family were fond of Scarlett. She was like the perfect daughter-in-law in their eyes. The excitement in their eyes were like none I had ever seen. Scarlett, on the other h