Elena
I looked from the ribs in front of me, to Tiago who sat on the opposite side. Having dinner at someone’s place had never been this awkward.
How did this work? Did I have to eat with a knife and fork? A knife? A fork? Did I even learn that at home, growing up with two untidy men?
“Just eat it with your hands.” Marvin laughed into my ear. “Thanks,” I whispered back. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Misty, who could not keep her eyes of me.
Was Marvin friendly because he wanted to be, or was he doing it to make her jealous?
“It’s so good to see you, uncle Tiago!“ Cisco cheered. All eyes moved to Tiago as he sunk in his chair and patted his stomach. “Is anyone else full, or is it just me?”
“Just you,” Victor smirked. Was he the person Tiago made out to be the main villain?
Mario was too busy with his phone to interact with anyone—which I didn’t mind at all. I watched as the ma
Marvin “Is he back at it again?” The maid nodded her head and blocked the door, while all I heard was the sound of Tiago’s yells. “It’s not a good idea to go in there.” I released a deep sigh, but this time I respected her job and stepped back. A few days had passed since Elena’s visit, and Tiago fell back into the same pattern. That was one of my biggest fear, him becoming attached to her—and using her to replace Anya. “Tell him I came to visit.” I took the elevator and made my way outside. I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to leave. The mansion was suffocating me, and I couldn’t stay any longer. I should’ve moved a long time ago, but instead, I stayed behind to take care of a brother who could not appreciate my help. The family had already embarrassed me more than enough, and especially when Elena was present. I would never forget the look on her face as she looked at all the demons around the dining table o
Lucas“I made it to detective, mom.”“Mom, I’m going to get him this time—I promise.”Defeated, I looked at the grave in front of me and brushed my hand over the stone.Carmela Nunes.Today marked the tenth year of her death, and even at the age of twenty-four, the wounds had still remained. I was not over her wrongful death, and justice had to be served.I was going to make him pay, even if I had to do it with my last breath.For most of my childhood, I grew up with a single mother who worked her ass off just so we could get food on our plates. My sorry excuse of a father who was loaded could not give two shits about me.My mom worked as his maid, and after he got her pregnant—he kicked her out without as much as a single dime.He killed her.His abandonment was the cause of my mom’s drug abuse and the ca
Elena After a long day of work, I was finally on my way back home. How was I going to find a way to talk to Tiago? That was the only thing going through my mind. Getting the name of Maddens real killer was one way to kill two birds with one stone. I could clear Marvin’s name, and I could save my dad’s career. Several minutes later, I arrived home and made my way inside. Surprisingly enough, all the lights were turned off, which possibly meant my dad was probably in one of his weird moods. “Dad?” “Alex?” I called out their names but got no answer in return. A small part of me was starting to get worried, especially after seeing the suitcases at the staircase. Would he be okay? “Dad?” Curious, I made my way to the living room and watched as my dad looked up from the couch. The half-empty bottle beside him was enough proof that something was bothering him. He was drun
ElenaWith an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, I looked out of the window as we drove through the familiar Castillo estate. This was what I wanted, right? So why was I freaking out?I only had to play my cards right, so I could at least see Tiago. All he had to do was give me a name, and maybe that would be enough for my dad to end his one-sided beef with Marvin. Everyone happy.Why did I even care for that man? He called me so many names, but at the end of the day, he was still my dad.I looked down at Alex’s missed phone calls and decided to send him a text. The last thing I needed was for him to track my phone or to threaten the Castillo’s. That would not end up well for him.“Is Marvin even home?” I asked Panther. Me being here was already crazy enough, and I didn’t want to overstep boundaries.“Yes, he has yet to return to his duties.” P
Marvin “She can absolutely not stay here. I don’t know what the hell Panter is thinking—“ I entered the library, searching for my mom. Elena, who was exhausted, had decided to take a nap, which gave me enough time to think about my decision. “Yes, I know Marvin.” My mom yawned, getting up from her chair. She threw her book onto the side table and walked closer. “So, what are you going to do now?” It wasn’t my intention to let her stay here, but kicking her out was also not an option. I didn’t want her near the Castillo’s, and especially not in the lion’s den—as if one dinner wasn’t bad enough. We were not an ordinary family, and anyone directly involved with us had to be prepared to put their lives at stake. I took my distance to protect her, and this was not what I wanted. I had to get her out of here, and I had to do it quickly. “Are you done with the preparations for the house?” I asked. “Yes, you c
Elena“Miss Elena!”Miss? Who were they calling miss?The loud knocks on the door terrified me so much, I had nearly slipped myself in the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my body and ran to the door. Waking up in a new home was still a lot to get used to.“Yes, yes—I’m here!” I opened the door. The maid in front of me looked from the towel around my body to the wet floor. “Yes,” I cleared my throat.“Y-yes.” The maid frowned. “We’re ready to serve you your breakfast. Where would you like to eat?”Did they make me breakfast?“Where would I like to eat?”I noticed a slight hint of annoyance in the maid’s eyes, covered with a fake smile. “The dining room, the ballroom, garden—““Oh, the backyard will do!” I nodded awkwardly. I was always the one taking care of my
LucasAfter an unexpected phone call from George Torres, I couldn’t help but rush to his house. Were we finally working on our plan to take down my number one enemy, Mario Castillo?I had waited long enough, and not to forget—I had even packed his daughter’s suitcases, folded every single piece of clothing to perfection.“So you’re the prick who got my baby sister kicked out of the house.” A man I recognized as Alex Torres leaned against the door, waiting for my arrival. I could already tell that he was going to be a difficult one.“Lucas Nunes, I don’t think we’ve met.” I stuck out my hand. It wasn’t my intention to let Elena get kicked out of the house, but I needed a strong ally to take down Mario Castillo, and I did not have a choice. I followed George's orders, and that was all.Alex scoffed at my hand while I shrugged my shoulders and moved it behind m
Elena“Elena, watch out!”Marvin wrapped his arm around my body and covered me as a biker almost flew past us. What was wrong with these people?It was our second day in Amsterdam, and for some reason, I still couldn’t get used to it. I looked up at Marvin. “Are you alright?” He asked. “No.” I shook my head. “I think I’m going to die on this trip.”“Yes, I think so too.”Before I knew it, Marvin grabbed my hand and led us towards our destination. If there was one thing I had learned over these past few days, it was definitely that these people were fearless.After Rona had invited herself to Amsterdam, Marvin asked Panther and, strangely enough, his little cousin, Cisco to join us as well. We were all hanging at the park while Marvin and I stepped away to buy a few drinks.“You don’t have to hold my hand…I’m not a
ElenaOne week had passed since Lucas confirmed the meeting with Marvin, and today would finally be the day.I had spent the past week in a pool of emotions, constantly wondering how it would go. It could go either way. Marvin could either welcome me with open arms, or he had only agreed to meet me so he could yell at me some more.I dressed up as best as I could, went out of my comfort zone, and pulled out a yellow dress. It used to be my least favorite color until Marvin told me I looked pretty in it.My hair fell over my shoulders in soft waves, and I had put in some effort to put on some makeup.As I checked out my reflection in the hallway mirror one last time, I applied the last layer of lipgloss.“At this rate, your lips might fall off.” The sound of a voice behind me startled me, and I turned, my heart thumping in my chest. It was Dad, standing in the hallway, a faint expression on his face.My anxiety grew as I met his gaze. He was the last person I wanted to find out about m
ElenaThe sun fell perfectly on my skin as I lounged by the poolside in our family yard, with Rona and Victoria by my side.Everything was peaceful, so peaceful I couldn’t even believe it was real. Life had gone back to the way it use to as this was how we used to spend our days in the past.My bond with Dad had improved so much, we hadn’t argued since I had gotten back.Victoria’s voice cut through the peaceful silence. "Do you think I should reply to Victor's text?" A blush reached her cheeks.“I think you should!” Rona who had been informed about everything told her.It was quite amusing, considering Victoria had insisted I stay away from Marvin and it had even impacted our friendship. Now she was the one after the bad guy.Still, I couldn’t help but feel happy for her. She deserved this happiness, this chance at love.The two matched each other perfectly. They were both bossy and stubborn and almost shared the same name.My mind involuntarily wandered back to Marvin. His curious e
MarvinI was in Lucas’ car, on the way back to the Castillo estate. We had already been driving for a long time, an uncomfortable vibe swinging in the air as no one knew what to say. Each second stretched into minutes, and eventually into hours.The only noise was the sound of the radio.How could I say something, when I had yet to process everything? In a span of 24 hours, I was forced to make a decision and lost someone who I thought was my friend.My brother betrayed me.I had lost Elena.There was nothing to say.“Tiago, as far as everyone’s concerned, you didn't see anything today, and nothing happened today. ” I instructed, my voice cutting through the suffocating silence. As Tiago had already revealed, he didn’t always use his brains. “You saw nothing, you know nothing.”Tiago remained silent as I continued. “And you keep this from our father, Tiago. He must never find out...that you betrayed me.” The words almost made me chuckle. “I will deal with it. I’ll tell him that Panthe
MarvinEverything seemed foggy…It felt as if I was viewing the world through an underwater lens. That’s right, the car had just crashed. I blinked my eyes through the pain, and crawled away, groaning.There was no time for pain. The adrenaline pumped through my veins, bringing me back to reality. With heavy breaths and a ragged pulse drumming in my ears, I managed to get out of the car.My first instinct was to go to my brother, who was thrown out of the car. “Are you okay? Can you move?” I asked Tiago, who had luckily remained unharmed.He nodded his head, his eyes wide open as he took in the scene. With the car almost being on the edge of the cliff, we had barely survived. Did he want to take us all down with him?My head turned once I heard a groan, and there he was—Panther, semi-conscious, trying to pull himself together.A flicker of satisfaction went through my body. Good, I wanted him awake for this.“Let me give you a hand.” I dragged him out of the wreckage. His body seemed
MarvinWe were on our way back. Panther sat in the front passenger seat, Tiago in the back.As we were about halfway, there was an unspoken tension, and it was a good thing there was. By now, they were allowed to notice that I wasn’t in the mood at allIt smelled of treachery.Stopping at a stop sign, I tapped my fingers against the wheel, thinking about my next step. Hell, I didn’t even know what my next step would be. I only knew that there was no way in hell I could return with Panther.I couldn’t have him ratting out Elena.I just could not…"Tiago," I began, finally breaking the silence in the car. "I took care of Anya’s grave while you were gone." I wasn't sure why I had said it, but it felt necessary. If it’d make him feel like shit later on, good.He nodded as a somber look crossed his face. "Thank you, Marvin," he replied. “I knew I could count on you. I always can.”Yes, but can I count on you?Those were the words I so desperately wanted to ask, but I already knew the answe
Marvin“A-Already?” She frowned. “But of course, come in.” She invited, opening the door wider.“After you.” I turned to Panther, stepping aside. Tiago cared much more for him than he did for me, so it would only be appropriate. Right?After we entered the house, Ana led us to the living room, where we sat down."I'll go get Tiago. Please, make yourselves comfortable!" She called out, leaving the room.“Can I offer you some of our best liquor, sir?” A maid asked. Panther was just about to open his mouth, but I raised my hand to stop him, and kindly declined.“No, we’re good. Thank you, ma’am.” I said. "I need both of us to stay alert today." I exposed myself as my sharp gaze turned to Panther. This time he noticed, but said nothing.Only after a while, Panther huffed to break the silence. "You alright with being here, Marvin?" He asked, probably thinking my behavior had to do with something else.Years ago, Misty had been sleeping around with one of Ana’s sons, who was one of my close
MarvinIt had only been a few hours since I watched the video Anya left behind, along with countless files containing shocking information about Panther's betrayal. Not only Panter but also Tiago, the one I would take a bullet for.And poor Anya…Poor Anya had to pay with her life for trying to expose him. She could’ve told me the truth, she could’ve asked for my help—but she didn’t. Her love for Tiago must’ve been so big, she must’ve wanted enough evidence to show me he got manipulated.I felt shocked, numb, and in utter disbelief that my friend, my brother, had been betraying me. And on top of that, I had to deal with Elena's lies.How could I have been so blind? How could I have allowed myself to be played by three people I thought I could trust? I had always believed that I was strong, that my instincts were sharp. Yet, I was deceived.Me.The heir of the Castillo.All this time I had been keeping a close eye on Victor, while it was those three I really had to look out for.For a
Elena As I walked into the mansion, I immediately felt the tension in the air. It was just a gut feeling that something was about to happen, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t too crazy, considering I planned on telling Marvin the truth. Dad and I had a deal, and now it was my job to hold up the end of the bargain. He needed me back home. “Marvin!” I called out his name, wondering if he was already home—but he didn't respond. “Marvin?” I walked further. “Mar—“ I stopped in my words as I saw him sitting at the kitchen table with a gun in front of him, and his head lowered. I swallowed as he held his hands together, and raised his head so I could see his eyes. There were filled with anger and disappointment. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what was happening. He had somehow found out the truth, the truth about everything. That must’ve been it. A breath escaped my lips as I reached for my pocket to secure Anya’s drive was still there. In one way there was a feeling of relief. I could fee
MarvinThe guys could talk all they pleased, but I wasn’t embarrassed for rushing to the house to apologize to Elena.My biggest goal was for her not to see what kind of monster I was, and unfortunately, she did. It was easy to blame Panther, but only one person was to blame—and that person was me.Seeing Lucas comforting her brought a sharp pain to my heart. Of course, the detective had to be there for her, while I couldn’t. Call it jealousy. I didn’t care.With Elena on my mind, I went straight home after handling business, but she was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t too far stretched to believe she might’ve run off with Lucas, the perfect detective.Hours went by as I sat at the dining table, waiting for her arrival—but there was still no sign of her.She wouldn’t respond to my calls, my texts—nothing.The second I heard footsteps at the front, I rushed to the door—thinking it was Elena. As I opened it, I realized that wasn’t the case. It was Misty.“What are you doing h—“ I was at