There was a knock on the door, and a nurse walked in. “Good morning, Miss Leonor. I'm here to check on you,” she said with a smile. Leonor nodded, and the nurse came over to take her vitals. Armando watched silently, his gaze never leaving Leonor. Once the nurse was done, she reported that everything looked fine and that she should rest and keep drinking water.When the nurse left, Leonor looked at Armando again. “What happened after I… after you got me out?” Armando's face hardened. “I dealt with them.”“Dealt with… how?” Leonor asked curiously. Armando looked away, and his voice was cold. “I made sure they regretted the day they dared to behold Master Armando's woman in such a detestable place.”Leonor felt her heart skip beats as she thought of how Armando referred to her as his woman. She knew Armando was not a man to cross, and she imagined what he must have done to those men. They had to be really regretful by now. But the worst hadn't come yet because Leonor still had her maste
Lorenzo went up the threshold, he approached the door to find it had already been broken down. He lets out a sigh as he walks further in, his feet making crunching sounds as they crush down on the little glass fragments that were remnants of the now broken-down door.He walks into the living room to find a dark silhouette seated beneath the steps with a gun in hand and head down. “I didn't do it......... Luca,” he said to the figure, and it stood up and approached him.Lorenzo stood straight to face him, unfazed by the gun in his hand. Luca finally stood in the light and faced Lorenzo. His face was dark and cold as he threw back his hand and offered the first punch. Lorenzo effortlessly avoided his punch. “I didn't do it, man!”“ Don't you think I fucking know that!" Luca lashed out suddenly. The living room became dead silent as Luca's outburst hung in the air for a while. “If you already know I didn't do it then why are you here?” Lorenzo asked.“To stop you from going to see her,”
Armando heard her words over the phone and was suddenly confused. Just then, a shot was heard from the other side of the phone, followed by many more, and he immediately knew that both of them were in trouble. He was truly slacking off for the people he cared about to be under attack again.The call is suddenly disconnected, and he curses in anger. Thankfully, he now knew where they were as he had been tracking Luca this whole time. He finally had their location and hurriedly stepped on the wheels, he throws his phone to the other seat and drove off as fast as possible. He thinks of something and picks up his phone again then places a call through to Williams. Williams who was already doing so much, having to deal with the Mitchel's and the threats from Webvil felt frustrated when he saw a call came in from his phone. He checked who was calling and immediately picked up as soon as he found that it was Armando calling.“Yes Master-” he couldn't complete his words as Armando had immedi
“If Leonor dies, then what was the aim of coming here today? Control your anger, this is our mess that the poor girl is being dragged into.” Lorenzo said and gave him a slight pushback. Seeing as Armando got the point, he turned to Jenny.“What do you want?” he asked blankly. “Everything. I want everything you both have worked so hard for, for the last 3 years. I want you both begging for food and shelter on the streets like I had to until you come back to me and learn to love me.” Lorenzo's brows creased.“Delusionary? Look we cannot give you all of that”“What the fuck are you saying, Lorenzo! I'd rather kill you right here and right now than let Master Armando give you shit you bum ass bitch.” Melissa couldn't stay quiet any longer.“Okay then, one option left. Armando dies.” The whole room was enveloped in silence as she said that, with them all staring at her in disbelief as though this time she was truly a delusional bum-ass bitch"What did you say?" Lorenzo spoke up this time.
Mrs. Davis stood in her grand living room, her hands shaking with anger and fear. Her spies had never given her wrong news before, but she wished, this time, they were mistaken. Melissa was her daughter, her pride, her fighter. The thought of her lying cold and still was too heavy to bear.“No, not my Melissa,” she muttered under her breath, her voice breaking. Around her, the air felt thick with tension. The few maids who passed by sensed the unease in the air and leaned in to eavesdrop on the conversation. Mrs. Davis had never wanted her daughter to be associated with Armando. But her foolish daughter only chooses to love such a vile man. And so she had no choice but to let her go with the knowledge that their munitions with Armando would be far enough to be able to protect their only daughter.But now it was Armando himself that had her murdered in cold blood. She made a mistake, a huge mistake trusting Armando. However for what reason had Armando murdered her child? What had Melis
Armando's voice was cold again. “She put herself in danger, Max. I don't want her getting hurt ever again.”Max's eyes narrowed slightly as he sensed a bit of possessiveness in Armando's tone. “Yes Master. I'll spread the word.”Armando turned to leave, his mind already racing through plans and possibilities. “One more thing, Max,” he said without looking back. “Start preparing. If the Davis's come after us, we'll be ready to hit back twice as hard.”Max's reply was full of confidence. “Always ready, Master. They won't know what hit 'em.” With a nod, Armando walked away, his thoughts on the woman sleeping in the room and the war that was brewing.Armando stepped quietly back into the room, his eyes fixed on Leonor's face. She was a storm wrapped in a calm sea, always stirring up trouble without even trying. And somehow, she had become his storm.He stood there, watching her. She was so small, her face relaxed in sleep, so different from the fiery spirit she had when awake. She was a r
Leonor felt deflected, she knew she couldn't be feeling what she felt. So attracted, like a moth to flames. She would rather not get burned by his flames.She watched him retreat inside and silently hugged herself as the cold air passed by.Over the following days, Leonor couldn't shake off the idea of learning to fight. She asked Armando time and again, hoping he would change his mind, but he was like a wall, unmovable. “Have you thought about it?” she would ask, her voice filled with a hope that refused to die.“Not going to happen,” Armando would respond each time, not even looking up from the documents or device he was usually buried in. This back-and-forth became a routine, with Leonor's persistence meeting Armando's stubborn refusal. But she was determined not to give up.One evening, as they were in the middle of this usual exchange, Leonor's patience snapped. “Why won't you just consider it? That night you said you would” she pushed, her voice rising slightly in frustration.A
She was about to move to the dressing table searching for something when there was a knock at the door, she rushed to the door and locked it up.“Who- who is it?” Leonor asked.“Miss Leonor, Master Armando has sent me to give you something and invite you downstairs for your brunch” she heard a maid say and opened up the door for her.“Come on in,” Leonor said with a smile and the maid entered the room and closed the door behind her. She brought in a small black gift box and laid it perfectly on the bed. Leonor kept her gaze on the maid, her eyes full of questions as she wondered what could be inside that gift box. “What's this for?” she asked, her finger pointing at the black box.The maid gave a small nod. “Master Armando sent it for you, Miss Leonor,” she said in a simple tone. “He wants you to have it. And he's waiting for you to come down to eat.”“Hmmmmm........ okay, thank you,” Leonor replied, a bit puzzled but curious about the mysterious gift. The maid left, and Leonor was a