A loud gunshot sound was made in the room by Dante for shooting his gun up in the air. The man had to cause a distraction that would make Aurelio not to play. He tried to stand up from his chair and acted drunkenly, he laughed out hysterically and he had hit the chess game on purpose, ruining the ongoing game so that Dominick and Aurelio wouldn't continue. Dominick tried to help him stay still but the man seemed to move a lot."Mr. Castillo, be careful or you'll fall" Mr. Reyes said to him. Dominick stood up quickly to help the man. Only Dominick knew that Dante wasn't drunk. He had just did that in order to ruin the game because Dominick was failing. "Mr. Castillo, are you alright?" One of the men asked— showing his concern. "No.. no.. I feel so much ache in my head" Dante mumbled drunkenly. Dominick was moved by how cunning the man was. His act was so real, no one would believe that he wasn't drink. Dominick soon helped him out of the room. As he tried to take him away, Dante stru
A man's loud groan reverberated in the dark dungeon of Dante's mansion. Dominick has just woken up and he tried to stand up from the cold greasy ground of the dungeon where he was locked in. He twisted his ankle as he tried to stand up. His whole body ached which made it difficult for him to make any movement. Dominick laid on his back, his face looking at the ceiling. Dominick was breathing heavily, he was trying so hard to hang on but it was hard for him. He was beaten badly and didn't get any medical attention. He was also feeling feverish from laying on the cold ground over night. "Ahhh" Dominick cried out again. This time, he struggled hard and he finally stood up. He walked towards the door of the dungeon. It was a huge metal door with only a small part made for him to peel through. That was the only place where light could find its way into the dark dungeon. Dominick began to bang his fish hard on the gate. "Is anyone there?" He called, but there was no response.Dominick Cont
Who… who are you?" Leila asked Dante who kept staring at her. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable from the looks. Dante took his seat on the bed bearing her, Leila shifted away from him. "You don't have to be afraid of me. It's not you that I'm after. But with you, I can get what I want" Dante stated, going straight to the point. He felt like Leila was a smart woman and he didn't have to hide anything from her. Leila seemed sensible from the other women he had encountered. Her eyes had fierceness written all over it and it shows him how defiant of a woman she was. Dante remembered his first encounter with Leila. She probably wouldn't remember that they have met before once at a shopping mall. During the time that she was a stripper, she helped recommend him a drink at a shopping mall which he picked. On that day, he met her shopping and he appeared right there to buy drinks. He didn't take any bodyguards with him. Leila saw him having difficulties making a choice and she suggest
Dante's study was no different from other parts of his mansion. It was dimly lit, luxuriously designed with expensive golden statues and furniture. Just like Dominick, he also had a Jacquard couch sitting in the middle of the huge study room. His love for Jacquard couches made Dominick also love to have couches in his house. He had them at every restaurant ng corner in his house. Dominick sat on one of the wooden facing his working desk which had a laptop sitting on it. Mr. Dante had a classic taste in everything he used and owned. Dominick waited for him patiently. About a few minutes later, Dante walked into the study. On seeing the looks on his face— Dominick could tell that he had a successful business and it fell on his advantage. He knew Dante to be someone who would never lose to anyone so he must've gotten what he wanted. Dominick watched Dante as he took his seat behind the desk and faced him. Dante went on the light himself a cigarette and he began smoking. He opened the dr
LEILAI was standing near the window with my hands resting upon the window pane. I was looking outside at the totally new environment that I was in. Because of the stoic look on my face one would mistake me for someone who wasn't bothered by anyone or anything— but deep down, I was very worried. After meeting Dante Castillo earlier, I wondered what he really wanted with me as the man didn't look ordinary. He spoke to me calmly, but that wasn't all. I could sense how fake he was. The man was pretending earlier. I couldn't believe that he was my father. I needed an explanation from Dominick. It had been a month and two weeks since I was unconscious. So many things had happened which I needed to know about. I wanted to be sure that we were really siblings as he said we were and that Dante is our father. I had so many things that I wanted to ask him. Including Ali who shot me at the auction. So many things that I had to ask Dominick about but there was no way for me to get to him. I was w
Leila had a hard time sleeping last night. All she could think of is Dominick. The thoughts of him were embedded in her head, the kiss, his touch. It all made her regret the sibling relationship between them. Leila wished that she could just go back in time and change their fate. She couldn't accept that relationship between them because she loved him. I loved Dominick dearly. It's a hard decision for her to just kill her feelings for him. As Leila finally closed her eyes to catch some sleep, she heard the sound of the door opening, it was very early in the morning around 6 a.m. Leila closed her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep so that she wouldn't face whoever it was that came in. From the aura that filled the room, Leila could tell that the person wasn't Dominick but Dante. Her supposed father. He stayed for a few days before he left the room. Leila could finally breathe when she heard the door close. It seemed like a huge burden had just been lifted from her. She couldn't bear
As he stepped into the dinning room, Leila almost jerked. There was blood on his shirt, she wondered what happened to him— and if he was injured. "Dominick! What happened to you?" She asked him, standing up from her seat and abandoning her food to attend to him. It was only a matter of moments before she realized that it wasn't his blood but someone else's. Leila gave him a dubious stare, she wanted to believe that her assumptions were wrong about him. "D.. did you? Kill Someone?" She stuttered. This wasn't his first time to kill someone but Leila was more frightened this time. She thought he had changed. The look on his face was cold as he brushed her hands off his blue t-shirt which was now stained with blood. The bloodstains had dried on him, but the smell was still pungent and it almost made Leila puke. "Welcome, son," Dante said to Dominick. The man took a spoonful of food and shoved it down his mouth and swallowed without chewing. Despite seeing the blood on his son's clothes,
The maiden left after dropping the first aid box for Leila. She took it and brought out the band-aid and other equipment she needed to cater for Dominick's injuries. Leila carefully dabbed the cotton in a salve and she approached his injury with it. "This is going to sting— but I'll try to be as gentle as I can," she warned him. Leila's hands vibrated as she touched his injury with it. Dominick looked away. He didn't want her to see how he reacted to the pain. "Does it hurt?..." Leila's question came and Dominick instantly responded. "No it doesn't" He answered without turning to look at her. Leila continued treating the wound. There were so many cuts in his hand, she wondered how much pain he must be feeling. "Why did you allow anger to rule you?" She asked in a low tone. Leila blows slowly on his injured fist as she applies more salve. "You said you weren't going to ask any questions," Dominick reminded her. He finally turned and their eyes met, it reminded him of their first meetin