RAD visited his hideout in manila to strengthen his forces and move his loyalist to the glass house. Now that Don Soriano was dead and out of the way he planned on revealing his identity to the world and his family. “Congratulations,” Fredrick exclaimed as Andallio walked past his cell with his armed men. “Hey, I almost forgot about you and your proposal,” Andallio responded retracting his steps back to the cell. “I’m honored, so do I get in?” Fredrick asked. Andallio grinned as he arched on the cell reels. “What if I said yes?” Andallio replied. Fredrick leaped elatedly. “Get him out and dress him, we have a visitor coming, he was the first to pull off my real identity,” Andallio instructed his men. They set his free and took him inside one of the room to get changed. He was set and they took him to meet Andallio. He was resting beside the pool frolicking with some girls and drinking wine. Loud music was always playing. A white car drove in without any restricti
AT DON SORIANO’S WAKE. Olvido was standing at the front of the coffin with a drink in his hand and Grandma Pillar’s golden walking stick. "Vanity, I lost my mother, my grandmother, and now my father just in the same year; my stepbrother is in jail for killing my father," Olvido muttered. "Who are you talking to?" "Yourself?" Stephanie asked calmly."You dare show up here; we could have saved him," Olvido replied lowly. Not drawing more attention to themselves. "I told you what you needed to know; this will be the last time you’ll see me," Stephanie replied. She paid her respects to Don Soriano. "I didn’t see your death coming; you tried to help me, but I knew you couldn't; I have to live my own life," she muttered and left. Olvido returned to his seat; they had to wait for Herveaux and Andallio, who showed up really late for the funeral. "They even disrespect him after he’s gone," Olvido gnarled helplessly. Herveaux sat next to him and tried to console him. "Sorry,
AT TORILLIO’S MANSION. Bails of money were littered around him in the sitting room while his men sorted them out. Some were counting and the others were packaging the money. “Boss there are three people here to see you,” his aide reported.“Is Esmeralda one of them?” he asked care freely. “No boss, just Arturo, Aliaana and Vanessa,” the aide replied. Torillio’s face was elated and his spirit delighted when he heard that Vanessa was outside the gates waiting to see him. “Get Vanessa in, hurry up!” he yelled mildly. He threw the cigar he was drinking in the ashtray and asked his men to trash it. Vanessa was allowed inside the house. She was wearing a tracksuit and a hoodie, unlike her normal dressing style she looked different in appearance to day. “Hey, princess, how are you? I taught I won’t see you again,” Torillio coerced. “I am here for answers,” she replied stiffly. “Ouch, she’s not here to see me guys, she’s here to attack me,” Torillio wailed playfully.
AT THE GLASS HOUSE. Torillio made his grand entrance with his men, displacing all the guards that were formally at the glass house and replacing them with his men. "Follow me !" he commanded Fredrick as he put on his mask, proceeding to enter the glass house with it. "Wait, have you thought about this very well? What if they press charges against you for the killings? What if Stephanie shows up? You can’t be too reckless because you’re now powerful," Fredrick warned him."Get your hands off me," Andallio coerced, pushing him away. "I will do what I want; I want them to know so they can respect me!" he yelled. Fredrick doubled up and blocked him again. "Andallio, listen to this," he uttered. "Call me RAD," he replied violently, kicking the door in front of him. "The only reason Brandon is alive now is because he’s in that cell; once he steps out, he’s dead meat because he’s no longer immune. Do you want to make the same mistakes?" Fredrick asked him dreadfully.Andallio halte
AT THE SILVERRIO’S MANSION. Vanessa was downcast, head bowed, soaking herself in liquor in the dining room when Fidellin came to join her. "Care to share?" he asked pitifully, and he took another glass for himself. "I saw Fredrick today at Torillio’s place," she floored."Why am I not surprised?" he asked coldly. "I still think I owe him for selling him out to Brandon that day, I feel guilty, Fidellin."He drifted closer to her and hugged her. He kissed her on the forehead and lifted her face. "Look at me; you did nothing wrong, okay?" he uttered carefully. "I know you hate me now, don’t you? All you feel for me is nothing but pity, right? I am miserable," she said to him in tears. "Stop it, Vanessa; he doesn’t deserve this. Will you listen to me now?" he asked, cleaning up her tears. "Go to Brandon; get your father out of his claws no matter what it costs; what is there to lose? He’s married, or do you still love him?" Fidellin asked as he poured down a drink to brace
THE BREAK. AT THE COMPANY.The news had gone viral about the controversies in the Ramirez family; the reoccurring deaths, capped with Brandon’s arrest for an alledged murder of his father, caused a stir in the company, and the major shareholders pushed for a change. The meeting was graced by all the dignitaries, including Torillio de Guzman and Andallio. "Please be calm; everything is under control. We will choose a new president, either by voting or seeking Brandon’s approval; we all know Don Soriano handed it over to him," Esmeralda said, trying to calm the uproar. "How long will we wait for an ex-convict to come rule us, or do you think we are fools?" one of the major shareholders said to her. "Speaking for my own company, standing as their representative, I think I agree with the idea of voting in a new leader," Aliaana uttered savagely making a fool out of Esmeralda by mimicking her. "Agreed, we’ll vote…" Esmeralda voiced her frustration after being forced into
AT TORILLIO’S MANSION. "Torillio, what do we do?" Aliaana asked him worriedly as she paced to and fro in his living room. "Keep my name out of your mouth; we have nothing cordial in common; you’re an ordinary worker to me," Torillio replied icily. "I’m sorry, sir," she replied hesitantly. Torillio took his blunt from the table and lit it. "Go meet Brandon, get some words out of him; I don’t mind losing the billions I invested.""What! Are you serious?" Alianna yelled abruptly, cutting off his words. "Yes, I want affiliates with Gold Inc. Prime; that’s the only way," Torillio replied. His assistant walked in with Arturo, ushering him to sit far away from Torillio. "Excuse us," Arturo uttered. "No, she stays, my old friend," Torillio replied, blushing."Fine, you saw what they did to me?" Arturo asked him painfully. "No, I saw what you did to yourself; no wonder your father never accepted you. I guess you’re only good as a bodyguard, Arturo," Torillio replied bluntly.Arturo
AT BRANDON’S MANSION. Esmeralda was sipping on the hot coffee Marcellus served her when they got to Brandon’s mansion after leaving the company.“What’s on your mind? You’ve been silent since we arrived?” She dropped the coffee on the saucer. “I should leave now; if there are any more updates from Brandon, let me know so I won’t be out there like a fool,” she replied lightly.“Is it about him?” Marcellus asked her.“About what?” she asked absently. The motorcycle that double-crossed Torillio’s car with the man that seemed so familiar was Madrigal, and it took a toll on Esmeralda when she saw him.“We both know the rider was Madrigal, and you’re looking for him; should I speak with him?” Marcellus asked. “No, I can find my way with things; I’ll get to him,” she replied. Marcellus held her hands, smiling at her. “He’s no longer on our side; Torillio is his new boss; do you think we can still bring him back?” “Madrigal is an adult; if he chose to change sides now that Brandon