Antonio took a sip of his drink, staring into space, replaying the events of the night. The risk he had taken with Camila, the plan... he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. He knew it was manipulative, even cruel. But Emily had pushed him too far. She had disrupted his life, making him lose his mind; now it had to stop. He swirled the remaining liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. He needed to be careful, strategic. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Emily was unpredictable, and Camila… well, that one was hard to read, probably keeping a big secret—one he'd like to explore. Just as he was about to pour himself another drink, his phone rang. He answered, hearing Bruno's voice on the other end. "Sir, I've found her... Camila Lopez is staying at your hotel." Antonio's eyes narrowed. "What about the background check?" "It's still in progress, sir," Bruno replied. "But I should have everything you need within the next few hours." Antonio nodded, his
"Can I take your order, ma'am?" the waitress asked, her pen poised over the notepad.Camila glanced at the menu, the vibrant pictures of Mexican dishes momentarily distracting her from the gnawing knot in her stomach. "I'll have the chicken enchiladas, please," she said, managing a small, polite smile. "And a large iced tea."It was noon, exactly fifteen hours since the party. Her phone lay face down on the table, a silent reminder of her usual loneliness, which now somehow felt suffocating. Probably because she was still in Mexico.She hadn't brought herself to call Cole yet about the change of plans. And Cole... well, Cole seemed to have vanished. No calls, no texts, nothing. It was as if she'd been completely erased from his radar.She watched the waitress walk away, a sigh escaping her lips. She felt miserable at the moment, and she couldn't explain why."Can I join you?"That voice. That annoyingly familiar voice.Camila's eyes shot up, and instantly her face turned sour."You. A
"Sassy," Antonio muttered, watching the way Camila's hips swayed as she walked away. Her heels clicked on the floor, making a sharp sound with every step.He picked up the glass of water the waitress had placed on the table and took a long sip.Camila was like a fascinating puzzle, all sharp-tongued and fiery retorts. But there was something far more interesting, and he found himself increasingly drawn to uncovering it.He leaned back in his chair, watching her completely disappear. He hadn't intended to startle her so much, but her reaction... well, it was over the top, especially after the mention of 'face.'That secret wouldn't remain uncovered for long."Sir, is there something else you'd like to order?" the waitress, still standing, asked, but Antonio waved a dismissive hand."No, thank you. Just the water is fine for now."He watched the waitress retreat, his gaze drifting idly to the next table. And that's when he saw 'her.'Emily.Seated idly, stirring a drink—when their eyes
Emily sat opposite Antonio, legs crossed, her eyes squinting as if she were trying to figure out what he was hiding under his clothes.It had been like this for the past few minutes since he walked into her suite.A staring match in the suffocating silence.Finally, Emily grew bored with the impasse. She stood up lazily, walking over to the mini bar."What do you want, Antonio? I know you didn't come here for chit-chat..." She paused, turning to him, her fingers trailing down from her cleavage to her abdomen. "Or this."Antonio's eyes wandered over her lips, the way she bit them, licking them."In your dreams." He scoffed, his face twisted in disgust. "That tired little performance? The cheap theatrics?" He gave a short, humorless laugh. "It might have worked once, twice even. But not anymore."He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her hand hover over the whiskey."I see you now, Emily. Crystal clear. The games, the strings you pulled to get into my
Antonio didn't say a word. What could he say? He had exhausted every word left in him. He just stared at the ruined documents, his grip on Emily's arm tightening, but eventually, it got loose. He released her arm, watching the smirk on Emily's face grow wider, almost reaching her ears. This time, she wasn't stumbling off balance or slurring or giggling. Just the sheer triumph of one that tells you, "I was playing all along, just like I always do." Antonio stormed out of the suite, slamming the door behind him with a loud crash. The audacity. Emily had the audacity, pouring whiskey on the divorce papers like that. It was a childish, spiteful move, and it only fueled his determination to be done with her once and for all. Any method, any tactic—hell, he’d try them all. She will have to sign those divorce papers one way or another. He burst through the hotel lobby, not even noticing the people around him as he pulled out his phone to call his driver. "I'll be outside in two mi
How's this sceneThe audacity of Antonio!Stealing her suitcase like some petty thief!She balled her fists, Antonio slamming the door like a caveman."Antonio!" she exclaimed, scrambling towards the car before it could take off.She yanked the door open, but before she could fully orient herself or unleash her fury, Antonio grabbed her arm and shoved her into the car.The force of the pull made her collapse right into him, her head almost falling into his thigh.Her hands instinctively splayed out for balance, pressing directly against the unmistakable bulge.A jolt, sharp and unexpected, shot through both of them.Camila froze.Antonio went utterly still.Their eyes locked, and the air around them seemed to cease.The scent of his cologne, a mix of spice and something subtly woody, filled her nostrils.Camila's hands were still down there. She still hadn't taken them off for no apparent reason.And slowly, a thought crept in. A mischievous, reckless little seed of an idea— inappropr
Camilla watched as her marriage crumbled before her eyes. Her cousin Diane stood confidently before the entire Miller family, stroking her protruding belly. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Diane as her gaze swept across the room, locking on Camila briefly before moving on. “I’m carrying the Miller family heir,” she declared. Camila's mind reeled as she tried to process the implications of Diane's announcement. Who was the father? She turned in Lawson's direction, expecting to see shock or curiosity on his face. Instead, his expression was unreadable as he sat silently on the sofa, observing the scene unfold. She kept searching his face for answers, but It was as though he had no care in the world, didn’t care about her reaction or that of his family, and honestly, Camilla couldn’t quite grasp what was going on in his mind.“Lawson, is this true?” Camila asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “Did you cheat on me?”It was an unnecessary question, but Camilla couldn’t help i
For a moment Camila saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But it was quickly dismissed.Tears streamed down Camila's face as she repeated, as though trying to jog his memory, "I gave you my kidney.""And you were paid for it!" Lawson spat. "Paid for it?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "You think my kidney was for sale? You think I would have given it to you if I didn't love you?""Stop being dramatic, Camila," Lawson said, his voice cold. "Our marriage was based on a clear understanding: I needed a kidney, and you needed financial stability. You can't claim ignorance now.""I thought I was your wife," Camila whispered. "I thought I was the person you loved. But I was just a means to an end, wasn't I? A way for you to get your health back?""If that's the way you see it then, so be it." Lawson replied, his words devoid of any remorse."You know I didn't sign up to be a broodmare or a kidney donor. I thought I was marrying a man who would love and respect me, not use me for his own c
How's this sceneThe audacity of Antonio!Stealing her suitcase like some petty thief!She balled her fists, Antonio slamming the door like a caveman."Antonio!" she exclaimed, scrambling towards the car before it could take off.She yanked the door open, but before she could fully orient herself or unleash her fury, Antonio grabbed her arm and shoved her into the car.The force of the pull made her collapse right into him, her head almost falling into his thigh.Her hands instinctively splayed out for balance, pressing directly against the unmistakable bulge.A jolt, sharp and unexpected, shot through both of them.Camila froze.Antonio went utterly still.Their eyes locked, and the air around them seemed to cease.The scent of his cologne, a mix of spice and something subtly woody, filled her nostrils.Camila's hands were still down there. She still hadn't taken them off for no apparent reason.And slowly, a thought crept in. A mischievous, reckless little seed of an idea— inappropr
Antonio didn't say a word. What could he say? He had exhausted every word left in him. He just stared at the ruined documents, his grip on Emily's arm tightening, but eventually, it got loose. He released her arm, watching the smirk on Emily's face grow wider, almost reaching her ears. This time, she wasn't stumbling off balance or slurring or giggling. Just the sheer triumph of one that tells you, "I was playing all along, just like I always do." Antonio stormed out of the suite, slamming the door behind him with a loud crash. The audacity. Emily had the audacity, pouring whiskey on the divorce papers like that. It was a childish, spiteful move, and it only fueled his determination to be done with her once and for all. Any method, any tactic—hell, he’d try them all. She will have to sign those divorce papers one way or another. He burst through the hotel lobby, not even noticing the people around him as he pulled out his phone to call his driver. "I'll be outside in two mi
Emily sat opposite Antonio, legs crossed, her eyes squinting as if she were trying to figure out what he was hiding under his clothes.It had been like this for the past few minutes since he walked into her suite.A staring match in the suffocating silence.Finally, Emily grew bored with the impasse. She stood up lazily, walking over to the mini bar."What do you want, Antonio? I know you didn't come here for chit-chat..." She paused, turning to him, her fingers trailing down from her cleavage to her abdomen. "Or this."Antonio's eyes wandered over her lips, the way she bit them, licking them."In your dreams." He scoffed, his face twisted in disgust. "That tired little performance? The cheap theatrics?" He gave a short, humorless laugh. "It might have worked once, twice even. But not anymore."He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her hand hover over the whiskey."I see you now, Emily. Crystal clear. The games, the strings you pulled to get into my
"Sassy," Antonio muttered, watching the way Camila's hips swayed as she walked away. Her heels clicked on the floor, making a sharp sound with every step.He picked up the glass of water the waitress had placed on the table and took a long sip.Camila was like a fascinating puzzle, all sharp-tongued and fiery retorts. But there was something far more interesting, and he found himself increasingly drawn to uncovering it.He leaned back in his chair, watching her completely disappear. He hadn't intended to startle her so much, but her reaction... well, it was over the top, especially after the mention of 'face.'That secret wouldn't remain uncovered for long."Sir, is there something else you'd like to order?" the waitress, still standing, asked, but Antonio waved a dismissive hand."No, thank you. Just the water is fine for now."He watched the waitress retreat, his gaze drifting idly to the next table. And that's when he saw 'her.'Emily.Seated idly, stirring a drink—when their eyes
"Can I take your order, ma'am?" the waitress asked, her pen poised over the notepad.Camila glanced at the menu, the vibrant pictures of Mexican dishes momentarily distracting her from the gnawing knot in her stomach. "I'll have the chicken enchiladas, please," she said, managing a small, polite smile. "And a large iced tea."It was noon, exactly fifteen hours since the party. Her phone lay face down on the table, a silent reminder of her usual loneliness, which now somehow felt suffocating. Probably because she was still in Mexico.She hadn't brought herself to call Cole yet about the change of plans. And Cole... well, Cole seemed to have vanished. No calls, no texts, nothing. It was as if she'd been completely erased from his radar.She watched the waitress walk away, a sigh escaping her lips. She felt miserable at the moment, and she couldn't explain why."Can I join you?"That voice. That annoyingly familiar voice.Camila's eyes shot up, and instantly her face turned sour."You. A
Antonio took a sip of his drink, staring into space, replaying the events of the night. The risk he had taken with Camila, the plan... he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. He knew it was manipulative, even cruel. But Emily had pushed him too far. She had disrupted his life, making him lose his mind; now it had to stop. He swirled the remaining liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. He needed to be careful, strategic. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Emily was unpredictable, and Camila… well, that one was hard to read, probably keeping a big secret—one he'd like to explore. Just as he was about to pour himself another drink, his phone rang. He answered, hearing Bruno's voice on the other end. "Sir, I've found her... Camila Lopez is staying at your hotel." Antonio's eyes narrowed. "What about the background check?" "It's still in progress, sir," Bruno replied. "But I should have everything you need within the next few hours." Antonio nodded, his
"She's gone," Cole smiled. "She left the party a while ago."Antonio's gaze lingered on Cole's face, as if searching for more information. "Where did she... go?" Cole shrugged, his expression neutral. "Back to her hotel, I assume. She said she was tired."Antonio's eyes narrowed slightly. "Did she say anything else?" Cole went silent for a moment, then he stepped closer. "What's your interest in Camila, Antonio?"Antonio's smile was quick and easy. "Just making conversation, Cole. I'm just curious about the guest of honor."Cole's gaze lingered on Antonio's face as if trying to see through him. But all he saw was the same charming, polished exterior that Antonio always presented."I'll let you get back to your guests," Antonio said, with a quick glance at the room once more. Cole walked past him, but Antonio paused in the hallway, just enough to keep Cole within his peripheral vision. He watched as Cole moved through the remaining guests, his smile strained, his eyes distant.He re
Before Camila could react, he leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to her temple, just beside her ear.His eyes, however, never left Emily. He held her gaze like a silent challenge a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He could see the flicker of hurt and anger in Emily's eyes He knew he was pushing her buttons, but he couldn't stop now.She pushed him to ths point. Now he will have to fight fire with fire.Camila's quickly step back, creating some distance between them. "What was...that for.""Just a friendly greeting, Camila," he said, his voice low and smooth, but with an undercurrent of insincerity.Camila's search Antonio's face for a hidden meaning. She didn't buy his explanation. "Friendly?" She chuckled in disbelief. "You must be out of your mind."Antonio smirked. "You've been away from Mexico so long that you forgot that a kiss on the cheek is just a friendly greeting."Camila eyes him wearily and without a word she walked away. But she noticed--Antonio smirk has disappeared
"I made it clear to you, Emily. Stay away from me," Antonio hissed, his voice a low growl that echoed in the relative quiet of the outer deck. He couldn't believe she'd followed him, especially here, to Cole's party. "And I made it clear to you, Antonio, that I don't take orders." Emily stepped closer, her faces inches from his "You can't just ignore me.""This isn't the time or place, Emily." He glanced back at the bar, a flicker of unease in his eyes. He didn't want Camila or anyone to know about his complicated past with Emily. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, especially not tonight. Emily glance at bar and back at Antonio. "Or is it because you're with someone else? That woman at the bar..." she chuckle like she had just piece up the puzzle. "So she's my replacement....I get it now."Antonio inhaled sharply too exasperated to resort. But as he looked into Emily's eyes, he noticed something he hadn't seen before - fear, insecurity. She's slipping. Could he use this?