~Dante~Why the fuck did Candice pretend to be entering my office for Lola? What the fuck is actually going on here, and what kind of game are they playing? I picked up my phone and dialed Lev’s number.Me: Send the police to my office; make sure every employee leaves the premises early today.Lev: Yes, boss.Me: And Lev, did Doctor Blackwoods touch my wife?Lev: NoMe: What were the outcomes?Lev: Exactly as you had anticipated.Me: GoodI hung up the call; I was fucking losing it. Even if we had issues, I should have fought for her; I should have been her husband, but what did I do? I let another man drug my wife; I doubted her. Lola didn’t leave me for Mason; she never told me we were over. My inflated sense of self-importance caused me to make a foolish decision.Shit!My attention was brought back to the present when I heard a knock on the door of my office, and there stood the person I secretly wished to mutilate beyond recognition. I truly hate that motherfucker with a passion.
~Martha~ "I will agree to everything, as long as I get to meet my fiancé." The statement has been going over and over in my fucking head. I saw the pain in my son’s eyes. He had suffered so much. When he found out that I knew about the children, I saw hatred in his eyes; however, at this point, he is hopeless, and Dr. Blackwood has the upper hand. The police couldn’t help; Lola couldn’t remember anything. Twice I took the kids to her, and she doesn’t recall ever having children. Seeing my children suffer in such a way is excruciating for me. It breaks my heart to see Lola inflict pain on her children without even realizing it herself. My eyes started to be teary, then bloodshot, and then tears followed. "Martha, are you okay?" My husband asked, and I couldn’t lie to him—my son’s family was being torn apart by an obsessed boy. That boy has to pay. I dried my eyes with a tissue and stood up. "Yeah, I’m okay," I said as I walked into my bedroom and started packing my clothes in one of
~Martha~Antonio Guerra doesn’t like repetitions, just like his nephew, so I went straight to the point: "Dante, my son is hopeless and needs your help." He looked annoyed. He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of white smoke from his mouth."You gave birth to a little wimp, didn’t you?" I should slap him for calling my son a wimp, but then he doesn’t know the real story: "A weakling just like his father, I told you to bring that boy home so I could train him the Guerra way, but now he is hopeless. Have you ever witnessed a Guerra who was completely hopeless in your life?" He pounded his fist firmly on the table and said, "Questa è la merda che ottieni sposando un uomo debole." (This is the shit you get for marrying a weak man) he said as he led me to the dining room."Non mancherai di rispetto a mio marito" (You will not disrespect my husband)"Husband, you call that..." I didn’t let him finish what he was about to say."Un’altra parola dalla tua bocca e ti schi
~Dante~I have been working on getting Lola to remember; even if she doesn’t remember anything about us or me, that’s alright with me; I want her to remember our children, at the very least. They are hurt by all this shit. I am hurt too. I wish I could just pull the trigger and end Mason Blackwood's life for trying to separate a mother from her kids. Mason took me to court but didn’t win the case because I am Lola’s husband. However, that cretin is always devising new schemes, and he never fails to persuade my wife that he is the man she is going to marry. As a result, I let that creepy man come over to my house because I knew it was good for her health, but when it came to Mason, I couldn’t let my guard down. I beefed up the security to prevent him from doing anything foolish in the future. However, even that cannot be relied upon because that cretin is always up to something sneaky.My daughter reached out to me as I was engrossed in my own thoughts, and she shouted out, "Daddy!" I
~Dante~ What the fuck is he talking about? The last time I checked, I had no relatives. I am not going to waste any more of my time sitting here and listening to their hogwash. "Lev, get the car ready. I think it’s time for us to leave." I said, and he nodded, but the man’s bodyguards blocked Lev from getting close to the kids. I do not play with my kids. I will take action against anything that poses a risk to their lives. My kids are the only thing that makes sense in my life right now. I folded my hands and looked at the two men in front of me. If they have something to say to me, they can go ahead and fucking say it instead of looking at me as though I’m this fine art they haven’t seen in their entire lives. I am ready to strike if they fucking make any move. "Get the kids," I told Lev; surprisingly, they let him go where the kids were, but the old man stood up and followed Lev. The man got down on his knees just as I was about to strike, and he affectionately touched my daughte
~Dante~ So it came to my attention that my mother used to be a prominent figure in a criminal organization but she gave up her former life when she married my father. It’s no wonder she could get away with hiding Lola and the children from me. I heaved a sigh and thought about what my uncle had said to me—that he had gone to medical school and earned a doctorate. But he has never worked for anyone. To ensure that Lola is well taken care of in the interim, he will be spending the next week here at my house. He didn’t have to; he had businesses to run, but it seems like this Mason issue pissed him off. My mother doesn’t get to know that Uncle Antonio is around, and she doesn’t get to know that I will be playing dirty for my family’s sake. I let out a sigh and shifted my weight on the chair so that I could lean back. As I was about to pour some scotch for myself, someone knocked at my door. I ordered the person to come in. "Hey." She couldn’t stop twiddling her fingers. She was nervous,
~Mason~When Lola suggested that they start over as husband and wife for the sake of the children, I stopped dead in my tracks. I was on my way to her room when I overheard the conversation that they were having, and it caused me to come to a complete stop. I frequently found myself standing by the entrance in order to better hear the conversation. I continued to listen while pressing my ear against the door of the room."No, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, but right now, you don’t remember anything, and I can’t pursue a relationship with someone who doesn’t even know what my favorite color is." He said this guy is up to something. He claimed her, and now he’s rejecting her. Nah, I didn’t buy it."Black! Your favorite color is black; you love sports cars; and you love noodles!" In a state of shock, I took a few steps backward, and as my body began to heat up, I thought to myself, "What the fuck?" How did she know that? I retracted my body into the same position I had
~Lola~I sat down and continued to read the story to them, and during that time, they were all attentive and asked a lot of questions. I don’t understand what the problem is with me. I am busy reading this story, but my mind is not here. I have a lot on my mind right now, including the man who says he is my husband but turned me down when I suggested that we start over together. I mean, I am trying with the kids, and despite the fact that I can’t remember any of this, we should be able to make it work."Alright, kids, that’s all for today. Your lunch will be ready shortly." After I had finished speaking, both of them got to their feet and walked over to where I was standing so that they could kiss me. It is a fantastic feeling. Being a parent sounds like an incredible experience to me. But I can’t really tell what happened to me that day in Mr. Monroe’s study.How did I know what he liked and his favorite color too?Someone called out to me as I was still trying to figure out how in t