Once again, the entire day had passed without Prince Rick returning to the hotel room with Agatha. She had spent the whole day there, waiting for him to come back with some food, but that moment never came. It was just her and her loneliness against the world, hugging her own legs to endure the growling of her stomach.She took out her cell phone and decided to call her husband. Agatha hated invading Rick's privacy and alone time, but this was different. It had been an entire day without eating, waiting for his return within those old, worn-out walls.Agatha felt a slight panic when she realized her husband's number, Prince Rick, didn't work. Her call went directly to a phone operator. It was as if that phone number simply didn't exist.Rick had blocked her number and removed her from all social networks and communication methods."It can't be... It can't be..." Agatha whispered in desperation, trying to reach her husband in every possible way.However, it was useless. Rick had disapp
Beth was sitting quietly in the back seat of one of Charles Ballmer's limousines. He had personally ordered that she be taken to the Stanton mansion.She felt like a true diva, exhibiting that notable superiority complex she always had. She took her makeup out of her bag and began to touch up her face while flirting with the driver using her eyes.It was then that she finally looked at her cell phone. When she turned on the screen, she saw 32 missed calls from Agatha. Agatha had been trying to reach Beth all night until she finally gave up.Beth called her back immediately. Surely something very bad had happened. Agatha was not the type of person to call for just anything.At that exact moment, Agatha heard a knock on her room door. Someone was trying to get in. The handle was moving, as if someone were trying to open the door."Rick!" Agatha exclaimed immediately.She was relieved and instantly thought it was her husband who had decided to come back after all. Maybe he had misplaced
Annie finished putting her clothes back on after having sex with Ander for the first time. She expected something a bit more passionate. Maybe more kisses, perhaps a bit more hugging and caressing on that red couch where it had all happened, but Ander was only worried about his venue and the customers. He used the remote control to turn the purple light back on so that everyone would stop having sex on his dance floor.“Come on, you will do as I say,” Ander whispered as he looked through that window.“Ander… are you okay?” Annie asked, finishing adjusting her dress.“Yes, yes. It’s nothing,” Ander snapped out of his thoughts and back to reality, shaking his head a little.“You haven’t said anything about what just happened between us,” Annie commented with some embarrassment and couldn’t help but blush.“Oh, yes, yes… of course,” Ander rubbed his face with his right hand while his mind was elsewhere. “It was fine,” he said, placing his arms akimbo.“What?! That’s all you’re going to s
Charles Ballmer peeked under the VIP area table and found Ander trembling like a coward while hiding behind Annie."Boo!" mocked Charles Ballmer with a smile."Mr. Ballmer, I'm so glad you're here," exclaimed Ander excitedly as he emerged from under the table."I suppose you're..." Charles began, helping Annie out from under the table."She's my girlfriend. Her name is Annie," Ander said, then he sighed with relief. He was glad the armed man had left without harming them.Charles Ballmer looked at Annie for a moment and then smiled kindly."I thought you asked for escorts to protect you from anything," Charles asked."I wanted to order the escorts to kill him, but I didn't get the chance," Ander lied, not wanting to seem like a coward."Yes, of course," Charles said, not believing a word."I want to go home now," demanded a very frightened Annie."Take her home, Ander," said Charles Ballmer, smiling disturbingly as he looked at Annie."Yes, just give me a moment.""I understand you've
Everyone began to applaud the news that Carson had just announced. Everyone except Curtis. For the Stanton family protector, it was a sensation akin to feeling a knife stabbing his heart.Time seemed to stand still for a moment for Curtis. Those applause and congratulations towards Amber seemed to fall in slow motion while Curtis felt like his world was falling apart.Amber was very uncomfortable and only looked directly at the table, crestfallen, and only smiled, lifting her gaze when Kim, or someone else, congratulated her on the baby growing in her belly.While for Carson it was the best news in the world and a memorable moment for his family. For Curtis, it was like being submerged underwater. Harder and harder to breathe, and harder and harder to tolerate.However, Curtis reacted and realized that he might raise suspicions about him and Amber if he continued to display that expression of disappointment on his face. So, he quickly gathered courage and managed to fake a smile befor
Alfred entered Curtis Stanton's private office to tidy up a bit and dust the furniture and paintings that had accumulated dirt. However, he found a completely dark room with nothing visible. So, he quickly groped his way to open the heavy curtains of the window, letting in the sunlight to illuminate the space a little."I didn't give you permission to do that."Alfred was very startled and nearly had a heart attack at Curtis's sudden voice. Curtis was sitting in his personal chair with an empty bottle in his hand, his entire body slumped over the furniture."Sir... You almost scared me to death," exclaimed Alfred, with his hand on his chest, sighing deeply."I didn't call you. What are you doing here?" Curtis asked without moving, his face completely expressionless.Alfred widened his eyes a bit and approached, waving his duster over the tables and decorations in the office to pretend he was cleaning."Dawn has broken. It's a new day, and I just came to do a bit of cleaning. I didn't
Agatha opened her eyes very early that morning. A strange noise had awakened her after a long night of rest. It was a loud banging on the wall of the neighboring room.Agatha quickly realized it was a prostitute doing her job and earning money early that morning.Her awakening only served to remind her that she was still trapped in that horrible nightmare. She had even forgotten what the inside of the Stanton mansion looked like.Now she only knew the deteriorated interior of that dark room with walls torn by the passage of time.It was at that moment that Agatha heard the doorknob turning."Who's there?" Agatha quickly covered her body with the sheet. She was in her underwear because she had been wearing the same clothes for several days.Only silence answered. No one said a word, but the door opened and someone pushed hard to remove the obstacles Agatha had placed. After all, they weren't as heavy as she thought.Agatha felt panic when she saw the horrible figure of the elderly owne
Ander was returning to his establishment after a couple of days away. He was eager to feel that sense of power and respect he commanded over all the men and women who frequented his nightclub. Power felt very addictive to him.He adjusted his elegant and expensive suit inside the limousine. He wore dark sunglasses despite it being late at night. He had even grown a beard to appear a bit more mature and rugged."Do I look good?" Ander asked his driver.The driver glanced up to look at him through the rearview mirror while continuing to drive."You look like a real gangster, young master Ander," he replied with a kind and servile smile."Don't call me 'young master,' I'm not a kid anymore. I'm Mr. Stanton now, like Curtis or Carson," Ander demanded, requiring respect."Of course, Mr. Stanton. I'm very sorry."The driver quickly looked down to hide the powerful laughter he was holding back. His cheeks puffed up with all the air wanting to burst out of his mouth in a laugh."Never mind,"