"Get in the damn limousine," Ander ordered Annie, shouting loudly.Annie stood in front of him, biting her lips hard while clenching her fists, wanting to slap him with all her might, but that would mean the end of their relationship. So, she chose to take a deep breath and relax her body.Annie got into the limousine, followed by Ander."Back so early, Mr. Ander?" asked the driver upon seeing him enter."Shut up and take us to the Ballmer mansion immediately," Ander ordered rudely and directly."As you wish, Mr. Stanton," this time it was the driver himself who raised the tinted glass while starting the limousine.During the ride, Annie and Ander remained in an uncomfortable silence. Ander’s annoyance was evident in his facial expression. Annie wanted to change his mood and show him she was there for him.Annie was willing to do anything to see Ander happy. She loved him and only wanted to be with him under any circumstances.She took a risk and grabbed her angry boyfriend's hand, st
"You're complaining over the phone that you want to talk to me in person, and when you have me in front of you, you stay silent like an idiot," said Charles Ballmer while lighting a cigarette he had taken from his pocket.Ander mustered the courage to ignore the cries for help and desperate banging coming from inside the container, so he could speak clearly and directly to Charles."I arrived at the Britannia and found it completely deserted. No one was using my drug, all because of the disappearances of some girls leaving the club," Ander complained."I thought you didn't care about the club's profits. What does it matter if there are customers or not?" Charles responded, exhaling nicotine smoke directly from his lungs. The smoke immediately dissipated into the air."Of course I care about having customers. I need them to know they must respect me.""Rule number two of this business, kid," Charles Ballmer pointed at Ander with the fingers holding the lit cigarette."Rule number two?"
Agatha hadn't seen the sunlight in several days. So she decided to get up and open a window. Maybe that way she could also disperse the horrendous smell of old age that the motel owner had left in the room the day before.At least she had to be grateful that thanks to that old man, she had managed to eat something while she was locked up there. Half-eaten hamburgers that he had been bringing her.Agatha lifted her body from the bed and walked to the back of the room to open the window, but she quickly discovered that the window was bricked up behind the curtain covering it."Of course. I should have imagined," Agatha said to herself with a resigned grimace.Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door. It was a knock from the hallway. Agatha knew immediately that it was the old man coming with the intention of having sex with her again.However, Agatha was not willing to do such a thing ever again in her life. She couldn't bear to sink that low again. She had to do something qui
Curtis arrived at the motel that Agatha had indicated to him over the phone. Even he was astonished. He couldn't believe that someone like Agatha had been living in such a deplorable place, but there was no time to lose. He had to get there immediately to get her out of there.Immediately, prostitutes began emerging from all corners and alleyways, approaching the limousine that had just stopped in front of the motel.Many of them were fighting among themselves to attend to such a wealthy-looking man. It was unusual to see such an elegant car in that area. There was no doubt that he was someone with a lot of money.Within seconds, the limousine was surrounded by women offering their sexual services.Curtis opened the limousine door and quickly got out, ignoring all the women who were pushing to get a unique opportunity."What are you looking for, handsome?" said one of the prostitutes as she played with her hair."I can give you all the pleasure you desire," assured another woman, look
"Thank you for helping me, Curtis. Now you can drop me off under the first bridge you find," said Ágata, looking out the window with regret."Don't say such nonsense, Ágata. If I didn't leave you at that motel, I'm certainly not going to leave you living on the street. You'll come with me to the Stanton mansion. That's still your home," Curtis said firmly.Ágata snorted, lowering her head and closing her eyes in deep regret."You're wrong, Curtis. I'm no longer a Stanton. I gave all that up when I relinquished my share of the inheritance," she said, keeping her eyes closed."You didn't know Prince Rick's intentions. No one did. The only traitor here is him," Curtis said, placing his hand on Ágata's shoulder to try to offer some comfort.Ágata quickly dodged his hand, pulling her shoulder away in fear, and looked him directly in the eyes with a frightened expression."Sorry, Curtis. I'm still very scared from everything I went through in that place," Ágata said, very embarrassed."Don'
That night, the whole family had gathered for dinner, as was now a well-established tradition. Curtis always insisted that these kinds of customs should never be lost. Despite the fact that the Stanton siblings and Beth hated Curtis, he always found a way to keep them together.The table had been masterfully decorated, ready to host a true feast. Exquisite dishes and unique delicacies prepared by the country's best chefs, whom Curtis had brought to work at the mansion.Carson, Cambell, Amber, Kim, Beth, Curtis, and Ander were already at the table, waiting for the moment to start savoring the excellent food.In front of them was a true culinary masterpiece, yet it didn't seem to matter to them, especially to Ander. Ander only looked at his phone screen, waiting for the time to go to work with Charles Ballmer.Suddenly, Curtis stood up with a glass of champagne in his right hand and made it ring by striking it with a fork.The sharp sound immediately caught the attention of everyone pre
"What the hell did you just say?" Carson asked, utterly bewildered.However, no one was as shaken as Amber. She felt her world had suffered a massive earthquake that shook everything."Just as you heard. Agatha and I are getting married. That way she will be entitled to fifty percent of my fortune," Curtis explained."I can't believe it," Ander said, astonished.Curtis took Agatha's hand and confidently led her to the long table."Agatha will marry me, thus regaining the Stanton surname, and as my wife, she will have every right to sit at the table like any of you," Curtis said and then kissed Agatha's hand.Agatha remained dismayed, her gaze easily drifting. It was not easy being rejected by the people she considered special.Curtis took her by the waist and smiled happily while Kim and Amber looked at him with disdain."That was my big reason to celebrate... Where's the toast?" Curtis asked mockingly, knowing everyone was uncomfortable with the union.Everyone was forced to raise th
"Annie? What the hell are you doing here?" Ander asked, completely alarmed."Let those women go right now, or I will call the police," Annie threatened, shouting loudly."I’ll fill you with lead first," Charles Ballmer threatened as he and his escorts aimed at her, ready to shoot.Annie's warning caused a great reaction among the women locked inside the container. They began to scream and cry for help desperately, making more noise than usual."Shut up!" Charles shouted, pointing inside the container.The women inside the container had already seen the kind of heartless animal Charles Ballmer was. Whenever they captured a new batch, he made sure to execute a couple in front of the others. That way, none of them would get the crazy idea to escape."Don't shoot, please. Don't shoot," Ander pleaded, placing himself in front of Annie to protect her."Why did you bring that meddler here?" Charles asked, losing control."I didn't, I didn't... She must have followed me," Ander explained desp