Alejandro simmered with anger, his thoughts consumed by revenge. No one had dared make a fool of him. He was Alejandro Navarro, one of the most feared men around the globe, and nobody had dared ridicule him.As he sat through the fashion show, he seethed with frustration, knowing that the woman who had dared to make a fool of him was out there somewhere, probably enjoying her freedom. He longed to find her, to make her pay for what she had done. The mere thought of her made his blood boil, and he longed to be free from the confines of the event so that he could seek her out.Alejandro's anger continued to simmer as he watched the models strut down the runway. The display of clothes and colors held no interest for him, and he felt a growing impatience to find her and deal with her as he saw fit. Sofia Herrera, the dimwit who had managed to escape from his well-guarded house the previous night, and he was livid.The thought of what he would do to her once he found her sent a shiver down
Ollie took sharp whiffs.I can do this.Anthony was encircled by a cluster of elegantly dressed individuals indulging in lighthearted banter. Ollie watched him from afar, knowing that this was the opportune moment to make her move while he was in high spirits. Anthony was not one to display frequent smiles, but the crowd would need to dissipate before she could approach him.Chloe had left some minutes ago, promising to return, and she was still out of sight.Maybe she could pretend that she had met the young billionaire and that he had declared his disregard.Anthony was already walking away, his entourage following closely behind him. Ollie quickly stood up and began to chase after him. Her footsteps echoed loudly on the stairs as she hurried down, and she soon found herself on the red carpet where the press was interviewing celebrities, businessmen, and women. Anthony hadn't stopped to speak to any of them. Ollie quickened her pace, hoping to catch up with him before he reached his
D G.Gary scrutinized the photo, tracing his finger over the initials on the man's neck. The letters were undoubtedly significant, but he couldn't be certain of their meaning. DG could stand for anything, even a high-end fashion brand like Dolce and Gabbana.Gary slouched into his armchair, intently examining the initials. The "&" symbol nestled between the letters hinted at the amalgamation of two names, perhaps of lovers. However, the dot punctuating the letters confirmed that it was a complete name.And there was always a place to start. Banking on the possibility that the tattooed man had a criminal record, Gary knew that a call to the New York police department was his only option to access the names of former inmates within the last ten years. Judging from his appearance, the man he was searching for looked to be in his late twenties.Luckily, there was an extent to which he could flex some muscles in the NYPD. His wife, Maria Stanford, was the best techie the station boasted of
Ollie took sharp whiffs.I can do this.Anthony was encircled by a cluster of elegantly dressed individuals indulging in lighthearted banter. Ollie watched him from afar, knowing that this was the opportune moment to make her move while he was in high spirits. Anthony was not one to display frequent smiles, but the crowd would need to dissipate before she could approach him.Chloe had left some minutes ago, promising to return, and she was still out of sight.Maybe she could pretend that she had met the young billionaire and that he had declared his disregard.Anthony was already walking away, his entourage following closely behind him. Ollie quickly stood up and began to chase after him. Her footsteps echoed loudly on the stairs as she hurried down, and she soon found herself on the red carpet where the press was interviewing celebrities, businessmen, and women. Anthony hadn't stopped to speak to any of them. Ollie quickened her pace, hoping to catch up with him before he reached his
Kylian braced himself against the force of the heavy blow, struggling to maintain his balance. Meanwhile, Max quickly rushed to Chloe's side."I'm sorry, Chloe," he said, his gaze scanning her to ensure she was unharmed.As Chloe struggled to catch her breath following the incident, she watched Kylian intently and couldn't help but think that he had brought this upon himself.Kylian's nose was bleeding profusely, and he knew he had to retreat and live to fight another day. He backed away, holding his nose, feeling the warmth of the blood on his fingers. He couldn't bear the thought of being defeated in front of Chloe, especially by Max. The thought of it was so humiliating and painful for him to bear. It hurt his pride more than anything.Kylian had faced many defeats in business, losing deals to Max and others, but he knew how to move on and recover. However, losing Chloe was a different matter entirely. She was not just a business contract to him. She was his wife, his love, and the
Alejandro threw the penknife in his hand at Carlos, and he ducked it by a breadth."No, Manches?! You cannot find a woman in this small city!" He stood up, seething. "I should have carved your eyes out."Carlos bowed silently."That pinche small rat. She took my money—my gold! And she escaped without any of you seeing her. I want her here alive tonight. If not, you'll pay with your life."If there was anything Alejandro despised, it was being cheated, especially by a woman—a young, helpless woman.He spat. "Pinche idiota!"The large basement's main door opened, and Diego walked in. A smile spread across Alejandro's face immediately."Guey. You know when to make an appearance. I was about to kill my incompetent hand man."Diego glanced at Carlos before returning his cheerful face to Alejandro. "I thought I should stop by since you're still in town."Alejandro sat down and pointed out a spot for Diego. One of the naked girls in the room served him a drink. Diego watched her. "She's new
"Where's the gold?"Sweat broke out on Sofia's forehead, and she stuttered incoherently. Carlos was losing his patience, and Maria was wondering what gold he was talking about. Sofia hadn't said Anything about some gold that she had stolen."I…I…""Andale!" he shouted in Spanish. "I'm a man of little patience.""I lost it!" Sofia cried out.Carlos chuckled and took out a knife, bringing the edge close to her throat. "Do you want to die?" he threatened her."Under the bed! In the bag under the bed."Carlos straightened. "Good." He faced Maria. "Bring the bag under the bed." He grabbed Sofia's wrist and pulled her up. She squirmed in fright.Carlos could imagine the inhumane things that Alejandro would do to her if he took her to him. And he didn't want to see her suffer. But he was scared for his life. Alejandro had promised to take his eye off her if he didn't bring her alive that night.Carlos took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I'm taking you to Alejandro," he said firmly. "He wa
Alejandro Navarro?Emma couldn't believe her luck. The lady crying at her feet was certainly one of the rumored trafficked girls. Her mind raced with possibilities as she looked down at the tear-streaked face of the desperate woman before her. The pieces of her master plan were falling into place, and this woman seemed to hold the key to unlocking the truth she sought. Taking a deep breath, Emma suppressed her excitement and composed herself. Emma crouched. "What about Alejandro?"Sofia's voice trembled as she spoke, desperation evident in her eyes. "Please, I need your help. He's after me. I need a place to stay," Sofia said. "He's going to kill me."Emma's curiosity grew stronger. "Tell me, Sofia, did he exploit you? Did he take away your freedom and sell you like a commodity?" "Diego…Alejandro…Carlos." She stuttered as she sobbed.Emma wiped her tears. "I'll help you. But you must help me too." She stood up and pointed at the blue Mercedes parked a few blocks away. "That's my c