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

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Angela's heart raced as she followed Isabella to a secluded table at the corner of the restaurant. The ambient noise of the place faded into the background as they sat facing each other. "What is it that you need to tell me about Antonio, Isabella?" Angela's voice was a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Isabella took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Angela's. “You see, I don't think you know who Antonio is...I just want to help you out.” “I am sorry…what do you mean help me out, I don't remember asking for help, I am not in trouble.” “Antonio is…a bipolar…a psychopath…crazy whatever that is related to a mental illness, he may be perfect now but trust me it won't be for long.” Angela watched her take a sip from her wine glass, a bit offended by her statement. She shifted uncomfortably and looked around before asking, “You called me here to warn me about my man?” That made the woman choke on her drink, she put a finger up. “Hold on a sec, honey. We all know the only woman who owns Antonio's heart is Diana, you are not even a replacement, you are just a toy.” Angela stood up. “Excuse me!” “Calm down, I am not here to fight you…if you behave well, I will tell you all about Antonio and his beloved Diana, everything…that Antonio has hidden from you.” Angela felt a cold chill run down her spine, her thoughts spinning with confusion and disbelief. "What do you mean, Isabella? Who do you know about them?" Isabella smirked. “Well, I used to work at the Montero's until after the incident which took Lady Diana's life, I know about them the same as the other servants, we took an oath not to talk about her.” “Lady Diana? Were they married? I heard she was only a servant.” Angela asked. “Who told you that? A common maid?” Isabella laughed. “Actually, a cousin of Antonio.” Angela replied, and Isabella's smile disappeared. “Well, she was a maid not until the young master Antonio made her a member of the Monteros too, that's how much he loved her.” “Well, I heard she is dead, I don't think I need to know their story and whatever. Antonio and I are together now, so I don't think this meeting is necessary, if you don't mind.” Angela stood up. “I had to leave now, thanks for your concern.” “Antonio was gang raped.” Angela froze at the spot. “He was only seven,” Isabella continued. Angela slowly sat down on her seat, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain, anger, and curiosity. “What do you mean gang raped at seven years old by whom? The maids?” She whispered. “Well, the uncle, a cousin of his father, since he is the oldest relative. He was responsible for him after his parents died. He was supposed to be a guardian to young Antonio until he is old enough to be their heir of the Monteros. Unfortunately, Hill and his friends exploited him and introduced him to gay sex in a horrible way. It was really horrible…he bled from the back…and almost gave up…he was lured into the dark room by Damon, who was three years older than him. Ever since then his life was never the same. Antonio was a lovely kid…we all loved him…” Angela thought she was going nuts for a minute. “Wait let me get this straight, Damon and his father planned this…Antonio was gang raped by gay men?” “Well more like pedophiles…we the servants know that Hill Montero, the cousin to Antonio's father, is into children. He adopted Damon not as a son but as a sex toy.” “Damon? He was a victim too?” Angela whispered to herself, surprised. “Mr. Hill Montero, lied about Damon being a child he had with an unknown woman, when the media rumored his sexuality. He had no choice but to force himself to impregnate women, who bore his two daughters as a cover to dispute the rumors. Anyway back to Antonio…he was saved in the arms of Diana that night. She took care of him, and since then whenever he had traumatic flashbacks or nightmares, he always depended on her...Antonio was one hell of a good looking kid, and he is not safe with a freak like Diana. Well considering their ten years age gap…Diana knew a lot about sexual pleasure but she waited for the right moment.” She paused and gazed at Angela, staring at her paying full attention. “At ten years old, Antonio experienced a woman's touch, and he was no longer innocent. Diana was a freak who loved a show, so she invited some blondes to take part in the act, Antonio was blessed with a length that could satisfy them all at such a young age.” “Stop!” Angela snapped. “I don't want to hear all about that…I don't want to hear it anymore.” She burst into tears. “He loved her so much, and this is what she did to him? That she-devil deserved to die.” Angela snapped, not minding where they were. “Easy sugar, you don't want to attract attention towards us.” Isabella replied. “I am leaving,” Angela stated. “Well, that's disappointing I am just about to get to the main part, how she died, do you still want to go?” Isabella replied with a smile. Angela cleaned her face roughly with a frown. “Make it short.” Isabella smiled and continued. “At his seventeenth birthday…Damon had this plan to take over as the real heir to the Monteros. Diana being the only one who told Antonio about his true identity as a fake Montero. Damon had to work with Diana. They set a trap for him and he fell for it. He caught them making out on his bed and went savage against Damon who escaped. When he got back to Diana, she was all dressed up and the blood bag fixed at the right place. She told him to kill her, and manipulated him into stabbing her. When he ran to get help, he came back and her body was nowhere to be found, he received a call that told him that her body was with them he should pay a certain amount to carry her corpse. Antonio was heartbroken that she was dead but he needed to pay his last respect so he paid them, but he never heard from them again. The money was enough to drain the Montero wealth, but of course for Diana he can do anything. Poor thing he was only a teenager and had to deal with all that trauma and guilt, well that's the end.” Isabella concluded and looked up at Angela who had her whole face wet with tears. Suddenly she snapped her eyes up with a frown thinking fast. “If…if the blood bag is fake, does that mean Diana faked her death?” “You are smart.” Isabella replied, sipping her drink. “So…how…do you know all this…it was only the two of them there right? Who told you about…” Isabella put her glass of wine down. “Oh, I thought by now you must have figured it out.” Angela looked up, her heart racing hard against her chest. Isabella pulled her wig exposing golden blonde hair and then she took out her contacts, her eyes were not brown but blue. “What...” Angela gasped in shock. “Nice to meet you Angela, I am Diana.”