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A car drove into the compound as Damon emerged from the building. One of the uniformed men on standby walked to the car and quickly opened the door. Diana stepped down from the car, seeing Damon already at the place made her suspicious.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here, the missing Diana, wanted by Antonio Montero himself, dead or alive!” Damon announced like an aspiring broadcaster, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Diana arched her brows. “That stupid perverted fox is out to get me. I can't believe he would choose her over me.” Damon chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He stopped in front of her and lifted her chin with a pinch. “Poor thing. You still see him as a little boy, don't you? He has grown a lot emotionally and physically. You don't expect him to be your little foxy anymore, Diana.”
Diana sighed. “I have accepted my fate, as an old unlucky undesirable bitch” (rolls her eyes) “but I won't let go easily. He will pay for it. I want my revenge and I know just how to get it.”
Damon shrugged and took out a cigarette from his pocket. One of the men standing beside him lit it up for him. “Anyway, what's up with that grin on your face earlier? And why are your men looking like they had a fight?” Diana's gaze flicked to the wounded men standing at the entrance behind him, with bandages, then back to Damon.
Damon looked back at the men too, then back to her. Suddenly, Diana's heart skipped with panic. “Don't tell me….did Antonio find this hideout?” she asked impatiently. “He isn't that smart, you give him plenty of credits.”
Damon smirked, exhaling a cloud of thick smoke. “Like you said, he has grown a lot... so… you don't have to blame me for assuming he did that to them…but what the hell happened to them?” Diana replied. Damon took another pull of his cigarette, his grin growing wider. “Let's just say I have my ways. I need to fight them in order to prove my sincerity to Angela.”
Diana was more confused now. “What do you mean by proving your sincerity? What does she need that for? Aren't you supposed to kill that bitch, no, aren't I supposed to kill her with my own hands? As a matter of fact, I can't wait to strangle that bitch…”
“I let her go,” Damon cut her off. Diana froze at the spot. Then her eyes blazed with anger as she turned to Damon. “Sorry? Come again?” Damon dropped the cigar and stepped on it, then looked at her with a rather unserious expression on his face. “She is gone.”
“When you say gone, you mean dead, right?”
“Are you daft?”
“What were you thinking! Setting Angela free?!” she yelled out in frustration. "We had a plan, Damon!”
Damon shrugged, his grin still plastered on his face. "I have a better one, Diana… trust me, with this plan we will take over the Montero, for good. First, we need to get out of this place.” He replied casually and turned towards the exit.
Diana's face twisted in distrust. “We? Did you say we will take over the Montero? You are gay, Damon! Do you think I will actually believe that you want me in the future? We had a plan—mine was to get revenge, yours the Montero's world. And you just went and ruined my plan for your plan!”
Damon paused at a spot and turned to her, his smile faltering for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “You are being a frustrating bitch, Diana… I am bisexual…. I was giving you a clue, but you think you are smart. We can't achieve our goals unless we work together. I have some of his men on our side already. As for Angela, her brother was killed in the process, and I successfully made her believe Antonio was behind all of this….”
Diana's eyes narrowed. “What are you saying?”
“To win against Antonio, we need Angela's help, and we can't get that if she is a corpse.”
“What nonsense, you want to work with her now?” Damon slapped his forehead. “Your head must be made of trash, of course not! Just…. keep your mouth shut and follow my lead, will you?”
The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with anger. Damon's actions had put their entire partnership at risk, and Diana was not about to let him off the hook that easily. However, she had no choice—her security and everything she had now is all thanks to Damon. If she leaves his side, Antonio will get her in the blink of an eye. Damon himself will set her up for failure. She will be an enemy to the two most dangerous men. She had to drop her pride.
“Well, my hands are tied. You enjoy it, don't you… making me feel useless and toying with me like an object?” Damon smirked at her. “Don't play the victim here, Diana. You enjoyed Antonio as a toy too… of course, I am enjoying having you submit to my every command. You are nothing but just a poor wretched maid at the Montero's. The power you have now was made possible by me… you are old enough to know your place.”
Diana's expression turned pale, her anger momentarily tempered by sadness and self-pity. She clenched her fists tightly, trying not to break down. “I fell in love with you—remember that? That was why I betrayed Antonio in the first place. You asked me to fake my death and everything…. only to tell me that you are into men.” She sobbed. “Well, I changed my mind.”
“What do you mean changed your mind?” She looked up, her voice neutral. “I wanted you to focus on the mission; that was why I said that I am only into men. The truth is that I am bisexual, so you still have a chance….that's if you stop complaining and stop being an old annoying bitch.”
Diana looked down, embarrassed. “You don't mind even though I am older?”
“Well, you seem to have a thing for younger dudes, and I have the same for older men and women… consider yourself lucky now we are leaving this place.” He turned and walked towards the limo, waiting for them.
Diana didn't doubt his last statement. His supposed father actually adopted him as a son but to be his lover, secretly. At such a young age, he had an older lover. Maybe this is a chance to get back at Antonio. She will be at the top of Montero, with Damon, and watch Antonio's downfall. She smiled to herself and quietly followed him.