So if she loved men who handled her softly, why then did she freely give herself away to Jude because Jude never forced anyone from the beginning? Anita had given herself to Jude out of jealousy and with the intention to override Miguel in the company. If it had worked for her, she would never have thought of stopping in the first place. After doing her recording, Miguel walked away and walked out of the company.She walked into her office happy that she was able to be productive that day and without hesitation, she anonymously sent the video to Jude before going to bed. Jude, who had a blissful day in his heart, was about to go to bed when his phone beeped. He took it and looked at the message. He froze. He sat up and watched a video of Anita being fucked by his very own staff.He remembered making a law that none of his staff were allowed to have an affair with the other, and if any thought they wanted each other, one would have to resign for the other party to stay, but these
Chapter 28"If you do anything stupid, it's on you! I will never take a part of the blame!" She muttered and sat on the floor close to her door. Williams was still so pained even after he got to his house. He couldn't believe he had been sharing Anita with his boss. "Watch me, Jude!" He spat and went into his cupboards, searching for something and when he finally saw the right wardrobe, he opened it and brought out his gun. He placed it inside his pocket and left the house. He knew the boss was still present in the office by that time so the moment he got into his own office, he cross-checked his gun and was sure that it had gone to the point that it should. He then got up and stormed out of his office, but the moment he opened the door to the President's office, he felt a bullet slide into his forehead, and that was the end of Williams.Jude's hand was still in the air, and his teeth were still gritting. He fired his bullet again, and this time, it went straight into Williams's hear
"Oh my gosh! I think I'm going crazy already." Maria said and rolled her eyes. They had lots of fun and after they were done, they made their way back into the mansion. "I feel dizzy already. See you tomorrow, Maria," Aria muttered, yawning as she then made her way to her room, leaving Maria to walk into hers.Maria brushed back her long hair as she made her way in. The moment she got to her bed, she spotted a letter. "SEE ME IN MY ROOM. JUAN!"Maria froze. See him? Why does he want her to see him? She thought and quickly went to lock her room door, fearing that it could be some kind of trap from Valentine.She sat on her bed and tossed around, feeling very helpless. She was finding it very hard to think that Juan would actually invite her to his room. After some minutes to an hour of hesitation, she then got up bravely and decided to go visit. She walked out of her room and got into the luxurious floor that had Alejandro, Juan, and Valentine's room in it. Scared she wondered what
Hearing her explain felt somehow to Aria who later smiled. "And you don't think something could be up?""Up?" She asked her."What could be up with him? I don't think anything could be up." She replied but then Aria shook her head."He is human regardless. If he keeps wanting you, it could mean that he's started liking you." Aria tried to talk to her but then Maria burst out laughing."I have been here for years. Trust me, Mr Juan has no heart." She said to her and it got her surprised.Aria wondered what crime they had all committed to make the maids in here think that he had no heart. "I'm struggling to believe that." They got to work and worked their asses off till it was 6 pm.While they were putting away their equipment, they walked past the sitting room where Juan and Valentine were seated, and though it didn't sit well with Maria, she still stayed professional."Why are you staring at her like that?" Valentine asked, staring deeply at Juan, who was struggling to keep his eyes
"Of course, I can't. What do you want from her?" She asked him and he turned and walked away. Valentine's eyes darkened. She felt the need to do something about this cause if she didn't, things would only get worse for her, and she said she wouldn't like it.The next morning, Maria got up and froze the moment she recalled the moment from the night before. Now she was scared to get out of her room. KNOCK KNOCK"Come in!" She said and when her door opened, Aria walked in. "Good morning!""It's 10 am already. I was wondering if everything is okay with you." Aria said to her and she nodded her head in agreement. "That's right. It's quite scary, but I can't step out now 'cause that's scarier." She replied.Aria frowned."What do you mean?" She asked her."I mean, I spoke to Mr Juan quite rudely last night. I couldn't do that anymore. And that's why I'm scared to step out. What if he comes for me?" She asked her. "that's not true. He wouldn't." Aria defended.Maria got a bit confused. "
"What are you talking about? I don't understand." She said and tried to walk out of the balcony. She was already regretting that she stepped out of her room to go get some water for herself. "Juan she's just a low life. She's just poor and wretched. She's a fucking maid. You don't need her."Who am I going to need if not her?" He asked her and Valentine froze."Are you in love with this girl?" She then asked him and he was stunned. This was the first time he was being asked about being in love."No no! I don't do love. I just wish you could respect me enough and not come for her." He then told her and her friend disappeared."In that case, I guess I will soften up a bit as long as she plays her role." She told him and he scratched his head."How can I trust you?" He asked her."You just said you are not in love. What do you need my trust for?" She asked him back and he rolled his eyes."I will act like what happened earlier didn't happen but that's with hopes that you spare her in the
She was shocked to hear that from him. She looked at him. Was he expecting her to fight Valentine? But how could she do that? Alejandro could kill her for that. She didn't think she wanted that. She lay on his bed and started sleeping. Right in the middle of the night, she felt a hand all over her body and jerked up from the bed. "I'm sorry but I can't..." She tried only for her mouth to get covered and when she opened her eyes, she saw Juan's face. He looked very active with his shirt off him. She woke up that morning with waist pain. "Good morning!" He said to her and she frowned. She didn't think she wanted to respond to that. He had exhausted her whole body the previous night and never stopped even after she pleaded. "Aren't you going to answer me?" He asked her after seeing how silent she got. She then got up and was about to walk out of the room but he held her and pinned her to the wall. "Don't you think you are feeling too highly of yourself? Every woman would beg to be on my
"I see you want troubles. I'm not in!" He replied to her and rolled his eyes, thinking she was really stupid."I can't stand you anymore. I'm out of here!" Miguel then walked out of the office and moved towards her only to bump into Maya. She stared down at Maya who didn't look like she was interested in Miguel. "What?" She asked bulging her eyes."Nothing actually. I'm sick of seeing your face as much as you are tired of seeing mine. Do have a great day!" Maya said and tried to walk away.Miguel wasn't having. She grabbed Maya by her collar and pulled her towards herself and then pinned her to the wall. "What now? Still sick of seeing me? You know what, Maya? I think it's going to have to cost you a lot to realize that I don't fucking give a fuck about what you choose to do with your body.""And who to give it to? That's just exactly what I thought. I'm not Anita who you bullied into depression. You don't want to see the other side of me." Maya spat and shrugged off Miguel's palm as
The echoes of gunfire had faded, but the tension in the air remained thick. The boat rocked slightly as Alejandro stood at the helm, his hands gripping the wheel with white-knuckled intensity. The salt-laced wind whipped against his face, but his mind was elsewhereback on the deck, back in the chaos, back in the moment Aria was nearly taken from him.She stood nearby, watching him carefully. Despite the exhaustion weighing down her limbs, she refused to let herself rest. They weren’t safe yet, and even if they were, she knew better than to let her guard down. Not with Santiago lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.Jace was checking the remaining ammunition, his face tight with concentration. Valentina was bandaging Miguel’s wound, her movements efficient yet gentle. The cartel enforcer was pale but still conscious, his usual smirk dulled by the pain."We need a plan," Aria finally spoke, breaking the heavy silence. Her voice was firm, but there was an underly
The night was suffocatingly quiet after the chaos. The only sounds were the rhythmic lapping of waves against the damaged boat and the occasional groans of pain from the wounded. Alejandro stood at the helm, his grip on the railing so tight his knuckles turned white. The salt air burned his nostrils, but it did nothing to clear the storm in his head.Aria watched him carefully. He hadn't spoken since the last shot was fired, since Santiago's men had finally been silenced. The fight had been brutal, but they had won at least for now. And yet, Alejandro seemed more troubled than relieved.She took a hesitant step toward him. "Alejandro?"His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t turn around. She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm. "Talk to me."He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "It doesn’t feel like a victory. We lost people tonight. Jace is injured. Miguel is barely standing. And Santiago, he's still out there."Aria swallowed, understanding his frustration. "But we're alive. That
The night stretched on, the scent of salt and gunpowder still thick in the air. Alejandro stood at the edge of the safe house’s balcony, his hands gripping the railing as he stared out into the darkness. His body was stiff, muscles still coiled from the fight on the boat. Every breath felt heavier than the last.Aria watched him from the doorway, the soft glow from the room behind her casting a faint halo around her figure. She could see the tension in his stance, the weight of everything pressing down on him. Quietly, she stepped forward.“You haven’t said much since we got here,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Alejandro didn’t turn immediately. He exhaled through his nose, his grip on the railing tightening before he finally spoke. “There’s too much to think about.”Aria moved closer, her fingers brushing against his forearm. “Then talk to me. Let me share the burden.”He glanced at her then, his dark eyes filled with conflict. For a long moment, he simply looked at
The shipyard was eerily silent now, the scent of gunpowder still lingering in the air. Alejandro stood over Santiago’s lifeless body, his gun still warm in his grip. The night breeze rustled his hair, but he barely noticed it.Aria stood beside him, her breathing steady, but Alejandro could feel the tension radiating from her. She had wanted this war to end as much as he did, but the victory felt… hollow.Jace groaned as he approached, clutching his side where blood seeped through his shirt. “I’m just going to throw this out there we’re really bad at having peaceful business deals.”Valentina smirked, tucking her gun away. “It’s the nature of the business, Jace.”Miguel knelt beside Santiago’s body, checking his pulse despite knowing it was pointless. “It’s over,” he muttered, standing up and wiping his hands. “Finally.”Alejandro turned to his team, his expression unreadable. “We haven't celebrated yet. Santiago had men, and they’ll be looking for vengeance.”Aria nodded. “We have to
The tension inside the safe house was suffocating. The air was thick with frustration, exhaustion, and the lingering scent of gunpowder. Santiago had slipped through their fingers, and everyone in the room knew what that meant.He wouldn’t run. He would retaliate.Alejandro sat at the head of the table, his jaw clenched, his fingers tapping against the wood. His mind was already calculating his next move, but there was one undeniable truth gnawing at him.They had lost an opportunity tonight.Jace was lying on the couch, his side bandaged, his face pale. He was still conscious, but the pain in his expression was clear. Valentina was seated next to him, checking his wound with a critical eye.Miguel leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. His usual smirk was gone. Even he knew this situation wasn’t a joke.Aria stood across from Alejandro, arms folded, her face unreadable. But he could see the tension in her shoulders, the fire in her eyes.“We had him,” she finally said
The night was thick with tension as Alejandro sat at the wooden table, his fingers drumming against the surface. A single lamp flickered in the corner of the safe house, casting long shadows across the room. The air smelled of gunpowder and sweat, a reminder that they were running out of time.Santiago’s men wouldn’t stop hunting them. The ambush at the last safe house had proven that. They barely escaped with their lives.Now, they needed to strike first.Aria sat across from Alejandro, her laptop open, the glow from the screen highlighting the determined set of her face. She was running a scan, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Every keystroke was precise, calculated just like the woman herself.Jace stood by the window, gun in hand, watching the tree line for movement. “They won’t wait long,” he muttered.“They don’t have to,” Alejandro replied, his voice steady. “Because we’re hitting Santiago first.”Miguel, still looking pale from blood loss, scoffed. “You make it sound so s
The tension in the safe house was suffocating. Salazar sat tied to the chair, his face bloodied, his breaths shallow but steady. Alejandro stood before him, his knuckles stained red, his expression unreadable.Jace leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with cold detachment. Valentina and Miguel sat nearby, their guns resting on the table, ready for use. Aria paced the room, her eyes flicking between Alejandro and Salazar, her mind racing.Salazar had refused to talk.But Alejandro wasn’t finished yet.He knelt down, gripping Salazar’s jaw, forcing the man to meet his eyes. “I’ll ask one last time,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “Where is Santiago?”Salazar smirked, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “Even if I told you, it wouldn’t matter. He’s already coming for you.”Alejandro’s jaw clenched. He had expected as much. Santiago wouldn’t take this attack lightly.Jace exhaled. “We need something useful from him, or we’re wasting time.”Alejandro nodded slowl
The safe house felt smaller than before, the walls closing in as the weight of their next move settled over them. Alejandro stood near the table, the flash drive Aria had retrieved sitting in front of him. His fingers drummed against the wood, his mind working through every possible outcome.They had taken a hit, but now? Now, they were hitting back.Jace leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Valentina sat on the couch, cleaning her gun, while Miguel stretched out beside her, still nursing his wound.Aria stood near the laptop, fingers hovering over the keys.The air was thick with anticipation.Alejandro finally spoke. “What did you find?”Aria took a deep breath, inserting the flash drive into the laptop. “Shipment locations, transaction records, and one very interesting name Ricardo Salazar.”Jace’s brows lifted. “Salazar? He’s Santiago’s right-hand man.”Aria nodded. “Exactly. But more than that, he’s the one running Santiago’s operations on the
The safe house was silent except for the occasional rustle of the wind against the rotting walls. The air was thick with exhaustion, yet none of them truly rested. The weight of what was coming of what they had to do loomed over them like a storm cloud refusing to break.Alejandro sat on the bed, his arms still wrapped around Aria, his face buried in her neck. He had held onto her for what felt like hours, barely speaking, barely moving. Just breathing. Just feeling.She didn’t pull away.Didn’t tell him he needed to let go.Because she knew he needed this.Needed her.But the moment couldn’t last forever.A soft knock on the door made them both tense. Alejandro didn’t release her immediately, though. He lingered, his fingers tightening slightly on her waist before he finally exhaled and pulled back.“What?” he called out.Jace’s voice came from the other side. “We need to talk.”Alejandro sighed, reluctantly letting Aria go. She stood up first, smoothing down her wrinkled shirt as he