Don't toy with me: sexiest man of the year

NO DIFFERENCE

Diana could see the shock and disbelief written all over Angela's face as she revealed her true identity to her. Angela felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words. “No… It can't be. You're lying. There's no way you are Diana…” Diana's smile turned into an evil smirk. “Really? You think a blonde with blue eyes who told you a life story of Antonio and how everything happened cannot be Diana? I thought you are smart.” A heavy slap landed on her cheeks. “You old bitch!” Angela yelled so loud that the heads turned towards their direction. “You….” Angela clenched her fists, her whole body trembling with rage. “You… do you know the trauma you put him through?” Angela stuttered, her voice filled with emotion trying not to break down. Diana was just smiling at her. Angela scoffed out in disbelief. “Well of course you knew, he was a child and you are a grown woman! A crazy bitch who grooms children.” “Don't say that too loud honey we are in a public; however, you can't blame me, he is blessed with some tool, how can I resist such?” Diana smiled and cleaned her lipstick mess caused by Angela's slap. “She is a bitch! A pedophile! Child groomer, a crazy bitch!” Angela shouted for all ears who cared to hear. “Quit acting like a child Angela, no one is listening to that nonsense. What are you going to do about it, that should be your next step? Put me behind bars with no evidence? Tell Antonio that I am alive? Oh! And that he should hate me and maybe end me… baby girl. This is how fast Antonio will come kneeling before me.” She snapped a finger, staring directly into Angela's eyes. “Sweetheart, I have that power over him.” Angela smiled in tears. “Not anymore, I hate to break it to you, blonde bitch! Antonio is no more that kid you manipulated years ago, he is mine now…and that power….is no longer effective… I will advise you to find a retirement home where you will spend your wretched old years alone.” Angela picked up her bag angrily and made to go. “Maybe you missed something there, Angela.” Angela ignored her. “Didn’t I tell you that I worked with Damon? Just like you are…” Angela stood at a pace. Diana smiled at her. “Do you want to talk more maturely now?” Angela turned to her with a warning finger, eyes red with tears and anger. “If you are planning to blackmail me, it won't work, and I don't work with Damon.” Diana simply shook her head, a sad smile playing on her lips. “You can try honey, but it won't change the fact that we're not so different, you and I,” she said cryptically. Angela's confusion only grew as she tried to make sense of Diana's words. What did she mean by that? Before she could press for an answer, Diana took her phone out of her purse and scrolled through it. “I don't have time for an old bitch who…” Suddenly, she heard her voice from Diana's phone record player. It was a conversation she had with Damon. “You spent the night in his room, right?” Damon’s voice asked. “Yes I did.” Angela answered. “Then go out there and stop him, the mission is to get him focused on you only, that's what women can naturally do, why is it so hard for you?” Damon’s voice replied. Angela's voice was about to reply when Diana put the recorder on hold. “Remember that conversation you had with Damon, where you agreed to trick Antonio into believing that you are in love with him?” Diana said, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and evil. Angela's heart raced, it looked as if she was in a void space, all she could hear was her conversation with Damon. Her chest suddenly felt tight and compressed, she needed to breathe more. “What happened, Angela, is that the look of fear on your freckled face?” Diana cut into her thoughts. Angela blinked and looked at her. “That was before… that was…” She gasped and paused knowing an explanation wouldn't help her. “Of course honey I know that was… before whatever. Damon is a master planner, isn't he… Well… now you listen to me.” Diana's tone was cryptic. “I want what's mine, Angela. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get it.” Her face grew colder and more serious, so harsh that her real age manifested instantly, she continued. “Your time's up. I appreciate you taking care of my pet while I am away, but I am back…and I will take my boy back…if you try to get in between us, well, you will have to pay for it. Will he believe you or me? Well, let's see.” Angela stood speechless, feeling sick and helpless. Why didn't she tell Antonio about Damon's plan all that time? How will she explain this to him? How will she convince him? Her blood ran cold as she realized the depth of Diana's duplicity. She had been played all along, manipulated by Damon into doing something she never would have done on her own. She had fallen into Damon’s trap, and now she had no way out. The shock of it all was overwhelming, and Angela could only watch in stunned silence as Diana walked out of the place, leaving her to grapple with the harsh truth of her complicity. Her heart heavy with the burden of her guilt. She knew that her relationship with Antonio would never be the same again if he gets to find out about her deal with Damon. She dropped on the chair, as hot tears rolled down her cheeks as the weight of her betrayal settled in. “I'm sorry, Antonio. I never meant to hurt you.” She whispered to herself. “I should do it… I should say something to Antonio before that bitch gets to him.” Her trembling hands dug into her handbag and took out her phone. She quickly dialed Antonio's line, but it was busy and asked to leave a voicemail. Angela was silent after the voicemail recording started, unsure how to begin her message. “I… love you Antonio… Believe me… please… I love you.” She burst into tears and quickly covered her mouth as the phone slid down from her ear. “What am I going to do?” She sobbed, grabbing her hair in frustration, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.