Mateo stayed late in the office again but today, it wasn't intentional. He had gathered a few members of the board to discuss an important matter."Here you are, sir,""I'm grateful." He said collecting the file. He looked at everyone present. "The LD properties listing on the New York Stock Exchange is dangerous, according to the findings."If that doesn't work, additional divisions..."There are no arguments against Las Güeros' New York listing." he said cutting of the man that had spoken. "It is a necessity, which is why we are pressing for it." He sighs. "Thus, the term "fail" is no longer acceptable. Try to solve whatever issue you perceive to be a problem within that period. Have you got it?"They all agreed, "Yes."He swung around to face his assistant. "Tell the head of the distribution unit that he needs to see me first thing in the morning before the meeting starts.""Yes sir!" he said bowing slightly.The meeting came to an end but he still stayed back. He didn't like going
Sitting in the private room they had paid for, Mateo struggled to keep his composure. Seated with the two people he loathed the most made him squirm. There was a large television in the corner of the room, showing MTV.It was hard to pay attention to the TV when he had someone on the other side of the table, scrutinizing every inch of him.The atmosphere was suffocating and made it hard to breath.Mateo kept his gaze locked on the small television screen.He hadn't spoken a word since he'd arrived.The waiters began to serve them but it seemed they were serving more than they should. "This is too much, we're just three, there's no more...."Juan Dominic will be joining us."his father-in-law, Santiago said.He groaned silently. Just when he thought the atmosphere could not get any worse.He knew better than to complain, but this was way too much.He wondered how he had been able to deal with them for so long without loosing his mind. The door opened ushering in Juan. "¡Dios mio! I am
"good morning sir.""Welcome sir.""Buenos días señor""A pleasant morning to you sir.""Bienvenido señor "Diego nodded with a smile as he was greeted on his arrival to work. He did not go straight to his office. He had a document in his hand that he intended to give to Olivia. He had been calling her but she wasn't answering.The moment he stepped into her office,the two Assistants he had assigned to her stood up to greet him."Where is Olivia? I have been selling her but she is nowhere to be found.""Sí señor. She went to a nearby hotel for a meeting and she will be coming back in the afternoon. She forgot to take her phone with her."'clumsy as always' he mumbled under his breath when he saw her phone on her desk.He dropped the file on her desk. This survey is lacking in facts and the statistics are just based on perception, the numbers do not reflect the reality. She did not take my help, she should know better than to be so careless. Tell her what I just said and have her meet
Li-lah did the finishing touches to her make-up and in less than Two minutes, she was set to go. She rushed out of her room down to the living room. "Lia! Hurry up and come down. We're running late." "I'll be down in a sec." Lia called back and rushed down the stairs. At that moment, Samantha walked into the living room. "Going out?""Yeah! There's a parent teacher meeting in Lia's school concerning the event.""Oh! I see. Isn't it a bit to early to start attending those? Won't it affect your plans."Li-lah smiled. "This is part of the plan. I've been able to see Mateo and know how to get to him. Now I need to get close to his wife too. Observe her circle of friends and acquaintances and see how to strike there.""That sounds challenging. What if she doesn't like you?""She will," said Li-lah, "or she will become very cautious. I will be subtle.""It's alright. Just be careful."Lia looked at Samantha and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."Samantha waved good bye and walked back t
"Don't you know where your loyalty lies? How can you say treating Julio was more important than my Alma. Whose side are you bloody on?"The teacher held her hand to her face, she was already in tears because of how painful the slap was. She had no idea why she was being beaten, else she wouldn't have said the next thing that came out of her mouth. Absolutely not, ma'am. We have no allegiance to anyone."Another slap to the face. She winced in pain and slowly began to sob with her hand still on her face."Again! On whose side are you?"It was now that it dawned on her what she had done wrong."I..I. I'm with you, Madam Maria."The principal finally summoned the courage to speak. "Please try not to get angry. Please accept my apology on her behalf."Maria inhaled and blew it out slowly to calm her anger but it didn't work. The moment she saw the homeroom teachers face again, her anger returned."Fire her and dismiss Natalia's son from the school. Are you getting it?"The principal had a
"I would very much like to see the parents walk together in peace. Both parents are hurt and angry and it's understandable, their kids were hurt and any mother would get hurt to see their children hurt. That's why I called you sir. Would you mind helping me patch things up with the parents."Mateo struggled hard to listen to her. He willed his mind to stop thinking of that night but his eyes was glued to her body. His eyes travelled over her body until they reached her chest. His eyes lingered there for a second, transfixed by the sight. He could hardly look at her as his eyes quickly travelled to her breasts. She had a fantastic figure, an hourglass with full round breasts. They were firm, large, ample enough to be a handful and the nipples were dark brown, each one poking through her bra and uniform.His gaze had moved to her waist, travelling down her stomach to where his eyes came to rest on the part of her thigh that was exposed through the slit in her silk gown. Mateo instinctiv
Mateo returned from the office to find the house quite empty."Madam said she would be staying at her father's place for a while." Maria's PA told him.He nodded in response." Where is Alma?""The little miss is still quite sad and is in her room. I'm worried about her. She won't come out and hasn't had dinner yet.""I'll go talk to her."He knocked on her door before entering her room.He noticed she was still sobbing."Hey! Baby! It's daddy." He called out.She looked up and wiped away a tear. "Daddy?""My little girl is still upset, isn't she?" He asked sitting next to her.She looked up at him with tearful eyes and nodded. "Julio laughed at me and mommy yelled at me for crying." She sobbed.He drew her into his arms and held her tightly.He kissed her forehead. "Come on, stop being said, you'll make me sad too."She turned her face up to him and gave him a soft kiss. "I won't let you be sad daddy, please."He knew she was just doing this so he won't feel bad. He wanted her to be
As she poured wine into their glasses she listened to the women seated before her ranting."What does she think she is? What does she feel like? The Lord of the earth? We call for a meeting and she refused to show up? Does she think she's above us? What an arrogant wench!" Natalia said."Maybe she's protesting?" Julia added As she took a sip from her glass of wine."Protesting?... protesting?""It's just my Thoughts.""if there is anyone that should protest, it should be me. My son was the one who got hurt. What do you mean by protesting? Or what do you think Li-lah? whose side are you on?""Yours of course! Her child hurt your son. the least she could do is apologize and not behave like she's the queen of the universe." Li-lah said.she could tell that Natalia was pleased by what she heard. she had Ina satisfactory look."That reminds me Li-lah." Julia said dropping her glass of wine. "I was meaning to ask. How is it that we've not seen your husband? isn't he here in Mexico?"Li-lah
The winds of change swept through the air as Amelia stepped onto the plane, her heart heavy with the weight of all that she was leaving behind. Mexico had been a place of love, betrayal, heartbreak, and redemption. It had shaped her in ways she could never fully explain. But it was time to move on.She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes as memories of her family, of Mateo, and of everything they had endured together, flooded her mind. She thought of the quiet moments she had shared with Mateo—the stolen glances, the tender touches, the unspoken words that had once bridged the distance between them. Those moments would forever be etched in her heart, but they were not enough to keep her tethered to a past that no longer served her.Her family—her mother, her father—had been the driving forces behind her fight. Their memories were now the foundation of her resolve. She would honor them by living a life that was not shaped by the darkness that had consumed them but by the strength
The tension in the warehouse was unbearable, the air thick with fear and desperation. Maria stood at the center of the room, her gun trembling in her hand, her child clutched tightly in the other arm. The sound of her erratic breathing echoed in the otherwise silent space. Amelia could feel the weight of the moment, the gravity of everything that had led up to this point. She glanced at Mateo, standing to her left, his face a mix of anger and concern. They had cornered Maria—this was it. The endgame. “Maria,” Amelia called, her voice steady but urgent, “put the gun down. You don’t want to do this. You’ve already lost.” Maria’s eyes darted around the room, panic and defiance battling for control. “You have no idea what I’ve lost!” she hissed, her grip tightening on the weapon. “You’ve taken everything from me. My power, my family… my future.” Amelia took a slow, deliberate step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the desperation in Maria’s eyes. She could se
The day had arrived. Amelia stood at the podium, her heart racing as the cameras flashed in front of her. The press conference was set, and today, Maria would be exposed for the monster she truly was. Amelia had prepared for this moment for weeks—gathering evidence, making connections, and ensuring that nothing could be dismissed as a lie. This was the moment of reckoning. Amelia glanced down at the folder in front of her. Inside were the irrefutable documents that would bring Maria to justice—details of her illegal activities, her involvement in her father’s crimes, and the horrifying truth behind the murder of Amelia’s mother. Every piece of evidence was meticulously organized, every lie Maria had spun unraveling before her. As she looked out at the sea of reporters and cameras, Amelia felt the weight of what she was about to do. Maria had taken everything from her—her family, her love, her peace of mind—and now, it was time to take it all back. She took a deep breath before beg
The night was heavy with unspoken words as Amelia walked into the private ballroom. She had agreed to meet Mateo under the pretense of settling their differences, but deep down, she knew this meeting would be anything but peaceful. This was the final chapter of their story—the last time their paths would cross before the consequences of everything they’d done came crashing down. Mateo stood by the grand windows, his back to her, staring out at the city below. His shoulders were tense, his profile etched with the weight of everything he had lost. The moment Amelia stepped into the room, he turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of pain and longing. “I didn’t think you’d come,” he said softly, though there was a trace of relief in his voice. “I couldn’t let it end like this, Mateo,” Amelia replied, her voice steady but betraying a flicker of emotion. “We have unfinished business.” He took a few steps closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’ve made your choice, Am
The night air was thick with tension as Amelia made her way through the narrow alley behind the café. Her mind raced with the information she had just uncovered—the confirmation of Maria’s role in her father’s death had set her heart ablaze with fury. The weight of it all was suffocating, and yet she couldn’t allow herself to falter. The battle was only beginning, and she had to be ready for whatever came next. Suddenly, a car’s engine revved, and shadows flitted across her path. Before she could react, she was seized from behind, strong hands clamping around her arms, pinning her to the cold, unforgiving wall. A rough voice growled in her ear, “You should’ve stayed out of this, Amelia.” She struggled, but the grip was too tight, and she was dragged further into the alley, where three men emerged from the darkness, each one more menacing than the last. They weren’t just after her—they were there to silence her for good. Amelia’s heart hammered in her chest, panic rising, but her
The late afternoon sun shone brightly, creating long shadows in Mateo's study. He was there, trying to understand the confusing mess of his life. Papers were scattered everywhere as he looked through old files and ledgers that were covered in dust. He felt a heavy weight in his chest because he had so many questions that remained unanswered.While he was sifting through his father’s old things, his hand accidentally touched a worn leather journal that was hidden under a pile of papers. His curiosity grew, and he decided to open it. As he flipped through the pages, he recognized his father’s handwriting on the yellowed paper. At first, the entries appeared simple and ordinary; they talked about business deals and family stories. But as he continued to read, he started to notice a more troubling story unfolding.The journal revealed a series of shady business deals, secret payments, and alliances that helped build the family company’s wealth. Mateo's stomach started to feel uneasy as he
The grand ballroom shimmered with opulence, its crystal chandeliers casting warm light on the sea of glamorous attendees. It was the charity event of the season, a perfect facade for the elite to mask their scandals and betrayals with smiles and champagne. Amelia stood near the entrance, her fiery red gown flowing like liquid passion as her sharp eyes scanned the crowd. She was a tempest in disguise, ready to unleash her storm. Her target was clear—Mateo. He was standing near the bar, looking dashing in his tailored suit, yet there was an air of defeat around him. His usual confidence was subdued, replaced by the weight of recent revelations and his growing dependency on alcohol. Amelia took a deep breath and approached him, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a ticking clock. “Mateo,” she said, her voice cutting through the hum of the crowd. He turned, startled, and then his expression hardened. “Amelia." they stood and just stared at each other for a while, none
Amelia stood in the shadows of the estate, her heart pounding as she glanced up at the imposing structure. Maria’s father’s estate loomed over her like a fortress, its high walls and security cameras serving as a stark reminder of the danger she faced. But she couldn’t turn back now. This was her last chance to uncover the truth—a truth she had spent years trying to find. Clutching the forged access card Diego had given her, Amelia slipped through the side gate. The night was eerily silent, the faint rustle of leaves and the chirping of crickets the only sounds accompanying her. She pulled her hood tighter over her head, praying that the darkness would conceal her presence. The basement was her destination, a place she had heard whispers about but had never dared to approach until now. It was rumored to be the heart of all of Maria’s father’s secrets—a vault of information, hidden atrocities, and untold truths. ---The air grew colder as Amelia descended the stone staircase lead
Mateo sat in his dimly lit study, the room thick with the scent of whiskey. The glass in his hand was half-empty, though the bottle beside him was nearly gone. He stared into the amber liquid, his mind clouded with a whirlpool of emotions: betrayal, confusion, anger, and heartbreak. Lilah—Amelia—whatever her name was—had torn his world apart. The woman he had trusted, the woman he had loved, had deceived him. He could still see her face in his mind, the tears in her eyes as she pleaded for him to listen. A part of him wanted to believe her, to believe that what they had was real. But Maria’s words echoed in his mind, feeding his doubts. "She’s a liar, Mateo. She’s only after your money. She never loved you."He tipped the glass to his lips and downed the remaining whiskey in one go, wincing as it burned its way down his throat. The pain was almost comforting—it matched the ache in his chest. ---Maria watched from the doorway, her eyes narrowing as she observed Mateo’s deteriora