"sir! you don't have to go pick miss Alma up from school. It's what you're paying the driver to do " Mateo's assistant tried to persuade him but what he doesn't know is that Mateo had been looking for an opportunity to see that woman again, to get close to her, to inhale the scent of her perfume.She has the most intoxicating aroma of all women."I said I'm going. Call the driver."Mateo walked into the studio and was greeted by a smiling Li-lah playing with Alma. The view warmed his heart. Maria would never play with Alma like this."Alma, sweetie!"dad!""You seem very happy. Have you have any fun?"sí""Hello."I'm sorry for being late.It wasn't an issue. I actually lost track of time since I was having so much fun with Alma.Is she right, Alma?"oh huh!""Would you mind sharing what you learned today with me?""When we get home, I'll tell you. I need to use the restroom right now.""Do you want anything? Water, coffee or tea?" Li-lah offered with a warm smile on her face."Er…yes
Diego sat in his office going throigh the draft for his campaign when his phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, he rolled his eyes before answering."You practically work in my office, why do you call me Olivia? You just need to take two steps and you'll be in here.""I need to know if you're in the office before I come in. I wouldn't want to hurry over for nothing.""You're my aide! You're supposed to be here whether I come in or not..."Are you going to argue with me or do you want the information I have?""What information?""Have you forgotten so soon the task you asked me to ILLEGALLY do for you?""Oh that! I'm in the office!" "Yeah right! I'll be there in five."Diego sighs and tosses his phone on his pocket before sitting back to review his paperwork. He could really do with a break from the campaign. It was like a tortoise chasing his tail.His phone buzzes in his pocket and he takes it out, "Damn it," he grumbles as he turns the ringer off.Soon Olivia arrived. "The locati
Maria couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She was so happy, that after a really long time, her husband had made love to her.She smiled when she remembered how passionately he had kissed her, how he had thrusted inside her and how he had made her lose her senses with his potent aroma.She screamed excitedly, hugging the pillow on the bed.In his study, Mateo was drowning himself in whiskey and in the beauty of another woman. He'd seen her just recently but it felt as though it had been weeks. His mind missed her, his body missed her, his heart missed her.The first few days after she left, he told himself that there was nothing special about her.That she wasn't anything more than a lucky whore who happened to catch his eye.But the heart knows what it wants.And the heart wanted her.This woman had captivated him from the very first day.He recalled when he watched her dance, her sensuality was more apparent than it had ever been.Her slight frame, her long, flowing hair that bare
They were classy and wealthy women and they liked to show off. So when Julia and Natalia arrived the restaurant, they looked for a seat in the front. They spotted a table that looked very attractive. It was well-lit with candles all around and a delicious looking salad and fruit displayed on the table.They didn’t hesitate. It was a table for two, so they grabbed their coats and rushed to the table to claim their seats. It was a quiet Sunday night, so there wasn’t anyone else around. “Wow!” Natalia gasped, “Wow! This is the most romantic table I’ve ever seen in my whole life!”Julia smiled. “Yes, I thought it was perfect too. I think we should leave our coats and go sit down.”“Y-Yes!” Natalia said, she then looked around."But I don't see Li-lah anywhere. Do you?""No, I don't think she's here. She should be here already."Just then the door opened and Li-lah walked in. She looked like she had been running for miles.Her hair was messy, her clothes were ripped and she was exhausted. B
Maria was enjoying the massage. The scent of lavender filled the room, the only soft thing about the otherwise stiff, muscular mattress beneath her. She sighed and leaned back against the headrest of the bed, resting her cheek against the soft pillow. The masseuse did a wonderful job at relaxing her, and she looked up, blushing, as the man sat down beside her. He was smiling, but she quickly turned away. He began to stroke her calves with her palm, applying firm pressure and direction to make sure it felt better."Ohhh," she cooed, "so good!"A combination of oil, sandalwood and something else she couldn't identify, was sending her head spinning. She stretched her toes and rotated her ankles with the roll of the massage.When the man moved on to her calf muscles, she had to close her eyes and concentrate on breathing and relaxing her muscles. This was by far the best massage she's had in a long time, and she had Li-lah to thank for that.In the hour they had spent in the spa, she ha
When she looked at the time and saw that it was last 7pm, she was elated. She had been looking forward to nightfall since Dawn. Plus Li-lah had given her something that she said would help set a romantic mood.She took her bath making sure to put on a bit of perfume. After she got dressed in her night dress that came down to her thighs and was made of silk and accentuated her curves, she was ready.She left the room and came down to look for Mateo. "Have you seen my husband?" She asked one of the helps."Yes ma'am. He's in the study.""Great! Now go tell my PA to set the bedroom in a romantic setting. Then bring a bottle of wine to the study.""Right away ma'am."She turned and left for the study. She opened the door slowly but it still caught the attention of Mateo who had been going through some files on his desk."Honey!" She called softly.Mateo had returned his focus to the documents on his table. He'd rather look at paper than the woman before him."Honey!" She called again. "Y
Mateo struggled within himself as he looked at the text message on his phone.He had asked his assistant to get him Li-lah's number but he doesn't know if he wanted her there.Not because he didn't want her around but because he wasn't sure if he could be able to control his emotions and his affection for her while she was there.'Crap' Mateo mumbled under his breath.He remembered how her eyes had called out to him and wondered if he'd be able to keep his cool around her, if he'd be able to keep his sanity while she was around.He closed his eyes and counted to ten as he exhaled sharply, trying to get himself together But it wasn't working. He tried to push the thoughts of her out of his head, but they only got stronger as he tried to keep them out. He couldn't help but think about her, her face, her voice, her eyes. It had been a long time since he last saw her and he missed her so much. No matter how hard he tried to push her thoughts off his mind, she kept infiltrating his thoug
Juan paced his office, cursing and swearing, flinging his hands every which way. It was all he could do to stop himself from throwing things in the office; He didn't have the money to replace it. Of course, the funds he had previously had had run out, and he hadn't gotten his paycheck for the month."Fuck." Juan came to his office door, more irritated than ever."That-That son of a gun! He organized such a big banquet and did not invite me? He invited every other worker here down to the janitor but he chose not to invite me, the vice chairman? You can't be serious!" Juan put his hands on the door and leaned in. "He's my superior and he doesn't even bother to say good morning to me?"He was so pissed, this tie he kicked the leg of his desk. A bad move because this hurt his toe; almost broke it."¡Ay!" He exclaimed jumping and wincing in pain. "Good lord. I blame that looser Mateo. I think I should speak with Santiago about this."He took out his phone and called him. "Santiago?""Juan
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