AT THE GLASS HOUSEOlvido was deep in thought drinking himself to stupor in the glass house. “What is it son, would you like to talk?” Don Soriano asked calmly. He took a seat beside Olvido in the cellar.“Pour me a drink too,” Don Soriano commanded the waiter. “Talk to me, still mourning your mother? Because I know you don’t feel anything for your grandmother,” Don Soriano asked as he sipped on his liquor. “Yeah, I don’t fell anything for that old Hag, but so sad despite her being down, she’s the reason I am down,” Olvido replied. “I am interested, what is it? It seems it’s not about your mother,” “Who said it’s not about my mother? Life gave everyone second chances but me….. I think I don’t deserve it, I lost everything, I was stupid and today I saw the scandal on social media,” Olvido brought his phone out of his pocket. He showed Don Soriano the viral video threatening and labeling Kimberly as a murderer.“It was all me, maybe I don’t deserve anything and I deserve
"Brandon has the cover guy and Hailey too; did you guys get the file she spoke about, the one containing the secrets she claimed were worth our protection?" RAD asked his men. He was able to get to their hideout in Manila without getting caught. "No, boss, it seems she was lying or hiding something else; she wanted to be sure we'd protect her.""So I think we should wait to see whose side she’ll take, but I know she’ll wait for us to come for her.""How sure are you?""Hailey is sneaky sly. She’s one of the reasons what I planned on achieving after killing the president didn’t work out; she switched sides at the last minute," RAD said, smoking his blunt. "Is that man in the car still alive? I think we might still need him alive. Get someone to tear his wound."They helped Fredrick out of the car. He has passed out, but he is still alive. "Save his life, okay?" RAD arced laughing. "Get me another phone, take care of this one, transfer all the valuable files to the right plac
AT TORILLIO’S DEN."It feels so good playing the invincible role," "Don’t you think, boys?" he asked his men. "I got some good news today that made me happy," RAD said. He took his vape from one of his men who was holding it. "I still haven’t mourned Santiago because I haven’t exerted my revenge for him," he puffed the air into the air."I found Brandon’s son and nanny; I think he will pay dearly now. Do you know the beauty of it all?""I am not his only enemy; RAD, Hailey, Kimberly, and the Alvarez’s," Torillio laughed. Alianna reached out to him for help, and he’s agreed to help her. Since Vanessa was still held captive by Brandon and hasn’t shown up. He gave her the role of his manager at Brandon’s company. She will show up on his behalf at all their shareholder meetings."Don’t you think giving her that role would make Vanessa unhappy when she heard it?""It will, and she’ll run back to me while Alianna does the damage she wants," Torillio replied. "And what will Alianna give
AT JORDAN'S VER-DONA'S VILLA"Is that another threat, Brandon?" Jordan Ver-Dona asked furiously. His men got the van ready, and they cuffed Hailey. They dragged her along with them in the car. "You are coming with me to the station, Brandon; if you don't go with ease, I’ll drag you there myself," Jordan said vicariously. He pulled out his gun and pointed at Brandon. "Ah ah ha ha, you amaze me, you’re not only stubborn, you’re also shortsighted. I hope you see clearly today.""Visiting the police station was not one of my plans today, but you’re like my father in-law now, and I wouldn’t want to disrespect you so. I’ll go with you," Brandon replied. "But boss, are you really going there?" We can’t trust these guys," Madrigal whispered in his ear."I drive my car; you don’t expect me to take that; I'm no criminal anyway," Brandon laughed. He got in the car with Madrigal and asked him to drive. Jordan Ver-Dona stopped them from leaving. He insisted on riding with Brandon and Ma
AT THE CLUB. Torillio was sitting at the VIP table, rolling his cigar and drinking liquor, while the cool music serenaded the place. "Do you want anything, sir?" the waiter asked him."No, I am waiting for an old friend; lead him here when he comes," Torillio commanded. "Sir, there is a man who’s been waiting for you; should I call him up?" The waiter asked carefully, fearing for his life."Which man? How does he look like?" Torillio asked. "Bring him here; I have no appointment with anyone else but him," he replied aptly. The waiter rushed out to get the man. He was in a blue tuxedo, and he wore an eye patch."Oh... my old fiend, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting; I didn’t know you'd arrived." Torillio stood up and shook hands with him. "Sit, why do you want to see me?" Torillio asked. "I am done playing the loyal fool; I have served him and his family for years, and he still treats me like thrash.""Like Thrash, you mean like a bastard?" Torillio asked with a dark smir
"Uhhh, I don’t know; maybe he sat on the wrong table. Have your seat, beautiful?" Torillio replied, drawing out a chair for her. "I don’t know, but I felt like I knew him from somewhere; it was so clear, just that the person doesn’t use eye patches," Vanessa insisted. She took her seat and ordered another drink. "Can you ever stop vaping, smoking, and the like? It’s bad for your health," Vanesa reacted. "How about you come into my life and help me?" he responded with a broad smile. Toirllio stretched his hands across the table and touched hers. "Pretty woman, what do you want from Torllio? I know it’s beyond condolences," Torillio said, lifting up her hands from the table and kissing them. "Let me guess: you want me to make Brandon pay for kidnapping you or because of your post, the one I gave to Alianna?" Torillio uttered lightly. "It’s complicated; I don’t want blood on my hands; I will just let Brandon go. To be honest, I was disheartened when I knew she was your
AT THE GLASS HOUSE. RAD followed Stephanie inside the room where Grandma Pillar was. She was sucking up tears as she spoke to her. "I can’t kill you, Grandma Pillar; you were strict with me, but you never harmed me in any way, Think Stephanie, you can’t do this," she brooded . "Hey Stephanie," Andallio called her softly."I didn’t know you were here. Did everyone leave?" she asked warily. Andallio went over to the bed. He sat down beside his mother and sobbed too. "Do you think she’ll make it?" he asked."We have to be the strength of this family, and we have to be positive; she is the pride of this family," Stephanie replied, consoling him. "Who is her successor?" Andallio asked strenuously. The dmaped face that was in ears had turned dark aptly, mussed with desperate emotions. "What do you mean by that Andalio, how would I know?" Stephanie retirted. "We both know, so don’t pretend," Andalio conferred. "I have no idea what it is you’re talking about," she aptly re
AT BRANDON’S MANSION. Brandon called for a meeting with Estrellia and his own team as soon as he alighted from the car. "Where is Marcellus?" he asked Nathalie. "I have been too busy to ask for an update about the company; it’s late; isn’t he back?" he asked concernedly. "He didn’t tell you?" Nathalie asked. "Tell me what?" Brandon retorted. "Marcellus had taken a break earlier from work to go to the hospital. He’s been feeling weak for days and didn’t bother telling anyone," she replied."I will pay him a visit; down to why I called for this meeting, Torillio found my son and Nanny Carlotta; they are not safe any longer," he voiced aptly. Their faces were brimming with disbelief. "That’s nearly impossible; I saw to it that no one knew; it was an inside job," Estrellia responded angrily. "This is not the time to defend anyone’s self, what do we do? Nothing must happen to my son again," Brandon coerced. "Yes, boss, should we kill him? That's the best way," Estrellia