AUTHOR’S POV Pedro could not seem to get Adrianna out of his mind. She must be cursing him out now for that shorthanded review he gave her proposal, he thought. It was already afternoon when Don Pedro’s black car drove around Monterrey, he had requested for the drive around. This was after he had visited the plantation and the meeting with the new recruits for the plantation had been long and stressful. He was not pleased with the level of production at the plantation and needed to clear his mind a bit. He tried to think about something else as he was still upset about the presentation, but a message from earlier needed his attention. Pedro picked up his phone and dialled swiftly. After a few rings, Diego’s gruff voice came through. Pedro’s voice was clipped. “Diego, it’s me. Hand the phone to Ms Norah, will you?” A pause, and then Diego replied, “Yes, boss. I’ll pass it on.” The phone changed hands, and almost immediately a shrill, indignant voice burst forth, echoing
AUTHORS POVREGINAMonday evenings were for relaxation, and if Regina had an actual job, it would have probably validated her timely desire for a blissful evening indulgence at any of her favourite relaxation spots, one with Franco, of course. But that seemed impossible until he proposed some special treat. Regina had planned to spend the morning at the beauty salon; a little self-indulgence won’t hurt, she had thought. But since sweet Franco promised her a dinner in a private restaurant somewhere outside town, what better way to enjoy her evening with the man she loves? So she waited. Although he had mentioned he was going to run a quick errand there for Pedro and had an hour or so to spare. They simultaneously agreed that La Reina De Belleza Beauty Saloon and Spa was going to be their pickup point. They didn’t want any suspicions. Dressed in a simple dress and with minimal makeup, she stepped out of her room.She lowkey prayed not to run into Dame Rossa, hoping she would be fully e
AUTHOR'S POVDo as he says? As what?His lapdog?A robot?She did not understand. That sentence, “Do as he says,” irritated her to the depths of eternal damnation.Regina hesitated, biting her lip as she considered her choices to either stand there and waste her time having a back-and-forth with Dame Rossa or agree to his offer just to end the conversation. After a brief silence, she sighed, “Okay, fine. Where is your car?"Dame Rossa waved a hand dismissively and pointed toward the entrance, where a black car was parked. “It is parked outside; where else would it be?” she said curtly. Then, as if switching the subject entirely, Dame Rossa directed her attention to Pablo. “Pablo, please do ensure you communicate the date of your proposal to Regina. It is time we moved forward.”Pablo nodded politely. “I will, Aunt. You have my word.”Dame Rossa pursed her lips, then turned and strode toward one of the corridors leading to her room. Regina and Pablo exchanged a glance. Regina’s eyes we
When they reached the parking lot, Pablo walked ahead slightly and opened the passenger door of his car. He gestured politely for her to step in.Regina paused in her tracks for a moment, frowned, then walked to the door, shut it violently, and opened it herself.“See, I have hands, and they are working; I can open my own doors,” she rapidly said, sliding into the black leather seat.Why did he open the door for her like that?Who did he think he was, and what was he trying to prove?For what it’s worth, she could open her own doors. She had been doing it for years now—since the day her ex-boyfriend, Cedro Cortez, left her standing there in that church like a fool all those years ago. Since the day she realised that sweet gestures didn’t mean love. They meant nothing if the man behind them was a coward like Franco.It should’ve been Franco opening that door. And the idea of meeting him secretly began to irritate her. The one who should’ve held her hand in front of Dame Rossa, looked h
It was nearly 7 p.m. when Tessa arrived home from work. The day had been long and exhausting, and all she wanted was a moment of peace and the solemn magic of a good sleep.As she stepped through the front door, she found Don Pedro in the bedroom, dressed in a suit and standing before the large mirror. His face held no expression whatsoever, he was busy adjusting his tie and then styling his hair seconds later. Pedro turned almost as soon as he noticed her enter. “You didn’t get my message to leave work early, did you?” he asked, his voice rumbled gently as he continued to scrutinize his reflection on the mirror.It was in that moment, Tessa remembered the underground wrestling match.Tessa paused, setting down her bag and taking a slow, gauged breath. “I got the message from your driver,” she replied evenly “I lost track of time – I was with Camila and Jamie. We were discussing… work and stuff.”Pedro’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s no excuse. You should have left when I asked yo
AUTHORS POVTessa wished she could read what was going on in Pedro's damn mind. What was so special about this underground match that so desperately needed her attendance?It was well past 11 p.m. when Pedro’s car pulled up to the entrance of what seemed like a tunnel. Tessa assumed it to be the venue for the underground wrestling match. And honestly, she was tired because they had been driving for a while. Casa del Diablo was boldly written above the entrance; Tessa read it with narrowed eyes, and it made her feel a certain type of way.Tessa, clinging tightly to Pedro’s arm, stared in disbelief at the rugged building. The exterior was gloomy—battered red brick walls and some words scribbled with neon graffiti—and the heavy bass of cheering crowds seeped through the walls. Until that very night, she had never believed such a place existed in Monterrey.They made their way inside, and Tessa’s eyes widened as she took in the scene.The underground arena was set in an old warehouse, its
AUTHOR'S POVBetween the brutal exchanges, Tessa managed to whisper, “Why did you bring me here, Pedro?” Her voice was a soft plea amidst the cacophony.Pedro paused in his watchful stance by the barricade. He gently took her by the shoulder, drawing her close, and spoke in a low voice meant only for her. “I want to tell you a story, Tessa. A story of how I became the man I am today.”Tessa looked up at him, her eyes filled with dread, yet she forced herself to listen. Pedro’s gaze turned distant as he began. “When I was a boy, my father—Don El Diablo Lorenzo—took me to a wrestling ring much like this one. It was dark, loud, and frightening. I remember the first time I saw men clash in battle. I saw blood spatter and heard the sound of bones breaking. I was terrified, but I also learnt something crucial that day. I learnt that life is cruel and unforgiving, and only those who can endure pain can survive. I learnt that strength is forged in fire and that fear must be faced head-on.”He
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa’s heart hammered as she sprinted through a narrow, dimly lit walkway that had connected to the hallway in which she had seen George, he was the least of her problems. She had been searching desperately for a toilet, her mind turbulent with a lucid kind of urgency and dread that made her gag and throw up, the smell of that man’s fresh blood filling her nostrils. At some point she felt she had lost her way, Every turn had her feeling that something was terribly wrong, then it occurred to her that she had failed to ask for direction. Shit!!! She cursed under her breath. She hoped against hope to find a place to relieve herself, but instead of a restroom, she found herself before an old, heavy metal door slightly ajar. She pushed it open, and immediately a wave of repugnant air slapped her face. What she saw beyond took her breath away: an abandoned garage that reeked of decaying oil and rust, its walls streaked with neglect. Spoilt cars lay scattered h
AUTHOR’S POVFranco did not show up last night and it took Regina several deep breaths to prevent her from ripping the roof of the Lorenzo mansion apart.Regina paced her room that early morning, she could not sleep art night even if she wanted to, turning this way and that in her bed. So once it was dawn, she jumped out of bed and all she could do was pace around, every step she took was piled with simmering anger. The clock read barely 8 a.m., yet her fury had been building since last night. She had called Franco’s number over and over, and when he did not pick, she scattered her flower vase and brushed the items on her drawer, including her bed lamp to the ground.Still, his phone never rang back. Not one bit.Last night’s endless waiting—without a single call or text—had driven her nearly mad or she was a few slippery steps from running mad and she could not help it. When she had arrived at the saloon yesterday evening, she had spent roughly almost three hours dolling herself up a
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa’s heart hammered as she sprinted through a narrow, dimly lit walkway that had connected to the hallway in which she had seen George, he was the least of her problems. She had been searching desperately for a toilet, her mind turbulent with a lucid kind of urgency and dread that made her gag and throw up, the smell of that man’s fresh blood filling her nostrils. At some point she felt she had lost her way, Every turn had her feeling that something was terribly wrong, then it occurred to her that she had failed to ask for direction. Shit!!! She cursed under her breath. She hoped against hope to find a place to relieve herself, but instead of a restroom, she found herself before an old, heavy metal door slightly ajar. She pushed it open, and immediately a wave of repugnant air slapped her face. What she saw beyond took her breath away: an abandoned garage that reeked of decaying oil and rust, its walls streaked with neglect. Spoilt cars lay scattered h
AUTHOR'S POVBetween the brutal exchanges, Tessa managed to whisper, “Why did you bring me here, Pedro?” Her voice was a soft plea amidst the cacophony.Pedro paused in his watchful stance by the barricade. He gently took her by the shoulder, drawing her close, and spoke in a low voice meant only for her. “I want to tell you a story, Tessa. A story of how I became the man I am today.”Tessa looked up at him, her eyes filled with dread, yet she forced herself to listen. Pedro’s gaze turned distant as he began. “When I was a boy, my father—Don El Diablo Lorenzo—took me to a wrestling ring much like this one. It was dark, loud, and frightening. I remember the first time I saw men clash in battle. I saw blood spatter and heard the sound of bones breaking. I was terrified, but I also learnt something crucial that day. I learnt that life is cruel and unforgiving, and only those who can endure pain can survive. I learnt that strength is forged in fire and that fear must be faced head-on.”He
AUTHORS POVTessa wished she could read what was going on in Pedro's damn mind. What was so special about this underground match that so desperately needed her attendance?It was well past 11 p.m. when Pedro’s car pulled up to the entrance of what seemed like a tunnel. Tessa assumed it to be the venue for the underground wrestling match. And honestly, she was tired because they had been driving for a while. Casa del Diablo was boldly written above the entrance; Tessa read it with narrowed eyes, and it made her feel a certain type of way.Tessa, clinging tightly to Pedro’s arm, stared in disbelief at the rugged building. The exterior was gloomy—battered red brick walls and some words scribbled with neon graffiti—and the heavy bass of cheering crowds seeped through the walls. Until that very night, she had never believed such a place existed in Monterrey.They made their way inside, and Tessa’s eyes widened as she took in the scene.The underground arena was set in an old warehouse, its
It was nearly 7 p.m. when Tessa arrived home from work. The day had been long and exhausting, and all she wanted was a moment of peace and the solemn magic of a good sleep.As she stepped through the front door, she found Don Pedro in the bedroom, dressed in a suit and standing before the large mirror. His face held no expression whatsoever, he was busy adjusting his tie and then styling his hair seconds later. Pedro turned almost as soon as he noticed her enter. “You didn’t get my message to leave work early, did you?” he asked, his voice rumbled gently as he continued to scrutinize his reflection on the mirror.It was in that moment, Tessa remembered the underground wrestling match.Tessa paused, setting down her bag and taking a slow, gauged breath. “I got the message from your driver,” she replied evenly “I lost track of time – I was with Camila and Jamie. We were discussing… work and stuff.”Pedro’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s no excuse. You should have left when I asked yo
When they reached the parking lot, Pablo walked ahead slightly and opened the passenger door of his car. He gestured politely for her to step in.Regina paused in her tracks for a moment, frowned, then walked to the door, shut it violently, and opened it herself.“See, I have hands, and they are working; I can open my own doors,” she rapidly said, sliding into the black leather seat.Why did he open the door for her like that?Who did he think he was, and what was he trying to prove?For what it’s worth, she could open her own doors. She had been doing it for years now—since the day her ex-boyfriend, Cedro Cortez, left her standing there in that church like a fool all those years ago. Since the day she realised that sweet gestures didn’t mean love. They meant nothing if the man behind them was a coward like Franco.It should’ve been Franco opening that door. And the idea of meeting him secretly began to irritate her. The one who should’ve held her hand in front of Dame Rossa, looked h
AUTHOR'S POVDo as he says? As what?His lapdog?A robot?She did not understand. That sentence, “Do as he says,” irritated her to the depths of eternal damnation.Regina hesitated, biting her lip as she considered her choices to either stand there and waste her time having a back-and-forth with Dame Rossa or agree to his offer just to end the conversation. After a brief silence, she sighed, “Okay, fine. Where is your car?"Dame Rossa waved a hand dismissively and pointed toward the entrance, where a black car was parked. “It is parked outside; where else would it be?” she said curtly. Then, as if switching the subject entirely, Dame Rossa directed her attention to Pablo. “Pablo, please do ensure you communicate the date of your proposal to Regina. It is time we moved forward.”Pablo nodded politely. “I will, Aunt. You have my word.”Dame Rossa pursed her lips, then turned and strode toward one of the corridors leading to her room. Regina and Pablo exchanged a glance. Regina’s eyes we
AUTHORS POVREGINAMonday evenings were for relaxation, and if Regina had an actual job, it would have probably validated her timely desire for a blissful evening indulgence at any of her favourite relaxation spots, one with Franco, of course. But that seemed impossible until he proposed some special treat. Regina had planned to spend the morning at the beauty salon; a little self-indulgence won’t hurt, she had thought. But since sweet Franco promised her a dinner in a private restaurant somewhere outside town, what better way to enjoy her evening with the man she loves? So she waited. Although he had mentioned he was going to run a quick errand there for Pedro and had an hour or so to spare. They simultaneously agreed that La Reina De Belleza Beauty Saloon and Spa was going to be their pickup point. They didn’t want any suspicions. Dressed in a simple dress and with minimal makeup, she stepped out of her room.She lowkey prayed not to run into Dame Rossa, hoping she would be fully e
AUTHOR’S POV Pedro could not seem to get Adrianna out of his mind. She must be cursing him out now for that shorthanded review he gave her proposal, he thought. It was already afternoon when Don Pedro’s black car drove around Monterrey, he had requested for the drive around. This was after he had visited the plantation and the meeting with the new recruits for the plantation had been long and stressful. He was not pleased with the level of production at the plantation and needed to clear his mind a bit. He tried to think about something else as he was still upset about the presentation, but a message from earlier needed his attention. Pedro picked up his phone and dialled swiftly. After a few rings, Diego’s gruff voice came through. Pedro’s voice was clipped. “Diego, it’s me. Hand the phone to Ms Norah, will you?” A pause, and then Diego replied, “Yes, boss. I’ll pass it on.” The phone changed hands, and almost immediately a shrill, indignant voice burst forth, echoing