“Them!” Fabby exclaimed, pointing at Carlo and Olivia.
Carlo and Olivia froze as Fabby’s finger singled them out. They exchanged a quick glance before looking away. Carlo hurried over to Fabby, crouched down, and took her hand.
“Fabby, you asked me to get you ice-cream first. Why are you asking brother Javier for more?” he said, giving her a meaningful look, hoping she would remember her promise to him.
Fabby burst into laughter and moved away from him, going to her brother, who looked confused by the interaction between his sister and Carlo.
“Javier, forget about the secret. It’s meant to be a secret, remember? Let it be then,” Fabby said, smiling sweetly at her brother.
Javier looked at Olivia and then back at his sister. “Are you sure you don’t want me to know what this secret is all about?” he asked, glancing at Olivia, who avoided his gaze.
Fabby shook her head and ran upstairs to her room, leaving the five of them downstairs. Javier turned to Carlo and stepped closer to him. “I hope you aren’t influencing my little sister in a wrong way, Carlo. Trust me, I won’t spare you,” he said sternly.
Carlo chuckled and shook his head nervously. “There is nothing like that, brother,” he assured, clasping his shaking hands behind his back as he turned to see his father giving him a murderous glare.
Javier nodded and began walking away. “Bro!” Carlo’s voice made him stop and turn.
“Any problems?” Javier asked, maintaining his cold expression.
“I’m sorry for my bad attitude towards Elvis. I will change for the better,” Carlo apologized, stepping closer to Javier, who had his hand in his trouser pocket.
A wide smile crossed Javier’s lips as he sensed sincerity in Carlo’s voice. He also felt that there was no reason to hold grudges against his brother for too long. Javier was glad that Carlo had finally realized his mistakes and was ready to change for the better.
“Okay, no problem, brother,” Javier said with a smile. “Just a word of advice, stay away from that woman,” he pointed at Olivia, who was pouring herself a glass of orange juice and ignoring their conversation. “Don’t let her trap you, alright?” he added quickly.
“He wouldn’t dare go near her. Otherwise, I’ll skin him alive,” Marcus threatened before walking away.
“Got it,” Carlo nodded in agreement before running upstairs to Fabby’s room.
Suddenly, Olivia’s phone rang loudly. She checked the caller ID and saw that it was Kiel. She raised her gaze and saw Javier and Elvis deep in conversation, not paying any attention to her. She took the opportunity to sneak out and answer the call.
“How dare you call me at this time of the evening,” Olivia scolded as she stepped into her room. She tiptoed back to her door to check if anyone was eavesdropping, then closed it when she saw no one.
“Relax, babe. I just called to check up on my baby,” Kiel said over the phone, causing Olivia to roll her eyes.
“Don’t call me unless I call you, okay?” she yelled before hanging up and throwing her phone on the bed.
She breathed out a sigh of relief, her hand on her chest. “We almost got exposed by that little witch. Thank God Carlo handled everything,” she thought as she slumped down on her bed.
Suddenly, she got up and ran to her mirror, staring at the heavy makeup on her face that covered the bruises on her mouth. She didn’t want anyone to ask questions, so she made sure to conceal her bruises with heavy makeup, ensuring that they were not noticeable to anyone.
A wide smirk spread across her lips as she reminisced about her time with Carlo, and she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip in lust. “Damn! He’s so big down there. And the way he fucked my mouth … Damn! was so intense,” her thoughts trailed off as she began to rub her breast, her mind consumed by thoughts of Carlo. “I need to have him!” she resolved in her mind.
*****
Javier walked back to Elvis and took a seat beside him, letting out a heavy sigh. “You know, I can’t figure out why I’m so set on marrying Natalie,” he admitted, running his hand through his hair.
“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” Elvis replied, looking surprised.
“But… I think I know now,” Javier said, a smirk spreading across his face.
Elvis leaned forward, a smile on his face. “Go on, tell me.”
Javier sighed, clasping his hands together. “She’s the only person who has ever really gotten under my skin. She’s slapped me, called me pathetic to my face,” he recounted, the memories flashing through his mind and causing his fists to clench in anger. “I’m going to make this marriage a living hell for her. I’ll clip her wings. She started this game, but I’ll be the one to finish it.”
Elvis’s smile turned sour as Javier’s words didn’t align with his expectations. He had hoped Javier would say he was marrying Natalie because he was growing fond of her, but instead, Javier’s words were the opposite of what he had thought.
“I believe that as you two get to know each other, your perspectives will…” Javier trailed off as his phone vibrated, interrupting him. He checked and saw that it was Natalie calling. Puzzled, he wondered why she was calling. Javier stood up to answer an important call, leaving Elvis behind.
Elvis saw this as an opportunity and quickly answered the phone, placing it to his ear. “Hello, Nat,” he said, checking to see if Javier was done with his call.
“I want to be part of the people decorating Olivia’s engagement party,” Natalie requested over the phone, leaving Elvis confused once again.
“Why?” Elvis asked, curious about her intentions.
“Please, Elvis, just grant me this request,” she pleaded.
Elvis sighed,”We both know Javier will never approve of this.”
“You won’t tell him,” Natalie quickly snapped, rolling her eyes at the other end.
“What are your plans, Natalie…” he started to say, but stopped when he saw Javier walking back to where he was.
“You should’v…..” Natalie tried to say.
“Okay, you can do whatever you want,” he interrupted hastily and hung up the phone before Natalie could finish her words when Javier got to where he was.
Who were you talking to?” Javier asked, sitting down beside him.
“An old friend,” Elvis replied smoothly, avoiding Javier’s gaze.
Javier chuckled. “You and I both know that I’m your only best friend. So tell me about this old friend of yours.”
Elvis shook his head. “Nah! It’s a secret.”
“What’s up with everybody keeping secrets in this house, seriously?” Javier exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
Suddenly, three women and two men, dressed in plain iron black suits, walked into the building, pushing a load of deported clothes inside. Elvis and Javier looked up in confusion, wondering who these people were. Just as he was about to ask them what was happening, his mother and father strode down the stairs.
Welcome, you guys came just in time,” Helen greeted her guests and sat down beside Elvis. “Where is my daughter-in-law?” she asked, looking around.
“She’s upstairs, mother,” Elvis responded.
Helen smiled sweetly and turned to Javier. “Go upstairs and call your bride for me.”
Javier scoffed. “You can use the house telephone, Mom, you know.”
“I insist you go upstairs and call her,” she pressed on.
Javier gazed at his mother in disbelief, puzzled about whose side she was on. She had been acting strangely and overly sweet towards Olivia, which didn’t sit well with him. He had decided to talk to her in private.
He sighed, stood up, and headed upstairs to call Olivia, anticipating any cunning moves from her.