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The next day, Reina woke up to the dull ache that throbbed through her body, a reminder of her recent punishment. The mattress beneath her was lumpy and uncomfortable, but it was a step up from the cold, hard ground she had expected to sleep on. As she gingerly sat up, she reminded herself that the discomfort was temporary. Her mind was fixated on the plan to separate Evelyn from Antonio. To Reina, it was a flawless scheme that didn’t involve any bloodshed.

Reina slowly made her way to the dining room, each step sending jolts of pain through her bruised body. She found Charles hunched over his phone, engrossed in what appeared to be an intense search. He looked up briefly and nodded as she greeted him.

“Morning,” she mumbled, easing herself into a chair. “Have you started our plans?”

“I’m on it,” Charles replied, his eyes never leaving his screen. “I’m trying to find her Instagram account since her number isn’t reachable.”

Reina watched him intently, her heart racing with anticipation. Charles’ fingers flew over the screen as he navigated through various profiles. Minutes stretched on, each one feeling like an eternity to Reina.

Then, suddenly, Charles’ face lit up. “Yes!” he exclaimed, triumphantly holding up his phone. “I found it.”

Reina’s excitement was palpable. She leaned forward, wincing slightly from the pain, her eyes wide with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to see the plan set in motion, to reclaim Antonio and exact her revenge on Evelyn.

Charles wasted no time. He quickly composed a message, his fingers tapping out a calculated and threatening note designed to rattle Evelyn. Reina watched, her breath held, as he hit send. Now, all they could do was wait.

Minutes turned into hours, and Reina’s impatience grew. She paced the room, occasionally peering over Charles’ shoulder to check for any response. The tension was almost unbearable.

Evelyn’s POV

I was in class, basking in the joy of using the phone Antonio had bought for me. The camera was incredible, capturing every detail with stunning clarity. My obsession with taking pictures had only grown since I got the phone. Debbie was always pestering me to let her use it, and she sulked whenever I said no. After taking the last photo with Debbie, I decided to post them. The pictures were clear and bright, capturing our smiles perfectly.

After posting, I noticed a few new messages. One profile picture caught my eye: it was Charles. A chill ran down my spine. I hadn’t spoken to him in a long time, and his sudden message filled me with dread. I hesitated but eventually opened it. The message was a threat: he demanded that I gather more secret information about Antonio and return to him, or he would show Antonio the note I had written about his secrets.

“I’m finished,” I muttered, panic rising within me. My mind raced, and I felt paralyzed by fear. Just then, my phone rang with an Instagram voice call from Charles. My heart pounded, and a sudden urge to pee hit me. I dashed to the toilet, making sure Nurse Trina and Marco didn’t see me. They had been assigned to protect me ever since the abduction, and I didn’t want them to worry.

Inside the toilet, I quickly relieved myself, but the phone rang again. With trembling hands, I answered the call.

“Hello,” I managed to say, my voice shaky.

“Evelyn, Evelyn. Did you miss me?” Charles’ voice was dripping with smugness.

“Um… What do you want?” I stammered.

“I already sent you the message of what I want. You have just two days to do it and then come back to me,” Charles said coldly.

“I can’t, I really can’t. I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I’m in a relationship with Antonio, and I don’t want to hurt him… I really can’t,” I pleaded.

“I see she’s made up her mind,” a female voice interjected. It was Reina. My fear doubled upon recognizing her voice. Panicking, I ended the call and rushed out, tears streaming down my face.

As I hurried through the hallway, I spotted Jacob talking to Debbie. I tried to turn back to avoid them, but it was too late; they had already seen me and walked over.

“Why are you crying?” they both asked, concern etched on their faces. I couldn’t tell them the truth, so I lied, saying I had fallen and hurt myself.

Jacob gave Debbie a quick kiss goodbye and then offered to help me to the car where Nurse Trina and Marco were waiting. I noted the kiss but was too consumed by my own problems to dwell on it.

We finally arrived home. I was relieved that Antonio wasn’t around; he would have noticed immediately that I had been crying. I quickly ran to our bedroom, locked myself in the bathroom, and let the water pour over me as I sobbed uncontrollably. The water seemed to wash away a fraction of my fear, but the dread of what was to come lingered.

After what felt like an eternity, I emerged from the bathroom, dried off, and put on my clothes. I collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. How could I protect Antonio and myself without falling back into Charles’ trap? The thought of betraying Antonio made my stomach churn. I also didn’t want to lose Antonio. I knew I had to come up with a plan, but for now, all I could do was lie there, overwhelmed by the weight of the predicament I found myself in.

It was time for dinner, but Antonio hadn’t come back yet. I pushed my food around my plate, barely eating. The weight of the problem ahead consumed my thoughts, leaving me with no appetite. Antonio was my world, my life, my everything, and the idea of losing him was unbearable. I racked my brain for solutions, but nothing came to mind. The thought of Reina finally succeeding in taking Antonio away after getting rid of me filled me with dread.

Eventually, I excused myself and retreated to the bedroom. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. Exhaustion soon took over, and I drifted into a restless sleep.

I woke up to the comforting warmth of Antonio beside me. My initial relief was quickly overshadowed by the reminder of my predicament. I turned to him and hugged him tightly, seeking solace in his presence. The sudden embrace woke him, and he smiled sleepily at me, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. His touch was soft and reassuring, but I could only manage a weak, dry smile in return. Fear of losing him was all I could think about.

“What’s wrong, cara mia?” Antonio asked, his voice filled with concern.

I hesitated, searching for an excuse that wouldn’t reveal the real reason for my distress. “I’m not feeling too well. I think I’m stressed about my final year examination. It’s the last paper,” I lied, trying to sound convincing.

Antonio’s expression softened. “Ah, my baby is leaving uni. That’s a big milestone. When is your final exam?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“In three days,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“It’s so close. After your exam, we’ll go on a vacation. You need to rest, nerd,” he teased, winking at me.

“Lol. I’m not a nerd. I’m just a hot, sexy, intelligent girl,” I replied, managing a genuine smile this time.

“I know, right,” he muttered, pulling me closer to his side and then bringing his mouth close to my ear.

Antonio’s bite on my earlobe sent shivers down my spine, his teeth grazing my skin with a teasing precision. “Well, I have an idea,” he whispered, his breath hot and tantalizing.

“What’s that?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation, the sensations he was igniting between my legs making it hard to focus.

“You need something to take your mind off your exams,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Before I could respond, his fingers thrust deeply into my naked pussy. “You’re not wearing panties, Cara mia,” he noted, a sly grin spreading across his face as he pushed deeper, his fingers curling just right. My breath hitched, my throat dry as I struggled to form words.

“I… Uhmm. Fuck! Slowly, baby… I forgot… UhUhmm.. to put on panties,” I stammered, my body moving up and down, trying to catch up with his relentless rhythm.

“This exam is really messing with your brains, for real,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He added his tongue to the mix, his mouth finding my clit as he sucked brutally while his fingers continued their relentless assault.

“Tony, please, go easy on me,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper, but my plea only spurred him on. He increased his pace, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive me wild. The intensity of his touch was overwhelming, every nerve ending in my body on fire.