Anya was at her studio, continuing her work and her life. Despite the almost tragedy yesterday, she still felt like she was in the clouds. She just had a lovely chat with her cute son.
If her eyes could be shaped into hearts, it would be now. She was just so in love with her baby.
The Bell at the door rattled, and she turned to see who was entering. The usual secretary of Damon arrived to deliver food and sweets like usual. In the past, she did not mind this secretary, but when she knew that Damon's son was the baby she bore, she finally noticed and knew who the secretary was.
He was the one she had business with and talked with in the surrogacy process. She couldn't help but look at him differently now, but still, she took the gifts and thanked him politely.
The man smiled and greeted her. After his business was done, he immediately left.
Anya shared the things she got with her assistants. She assured them to just eat as she was still lost in thought.
She kept thinking about her son and his father, who was not seizing in giving her these gifts. She sighed.
The man is the boss. No one can stop him from doing what he wants.
Veronica was in her car sitting, fuming with anger. She just heard the identity of the mother of Damon's son.
It was no other than that whore, Anya.
She gritted her teeth. That was the reason why this woman could be so arrogant! She had this underhanded means under her sleeve! How shameless! She could not let this be!
That was why she was currently heading to the woman's studio.
When they arrived, she went down and surveyed her eyes to the shabby stores in front. She snickered at how cheap the place looks like.
Well, what can you expect with an also cheap bitch?
With her head held up high, Veronica entered a studio in front of her, Reignya. Tch. This place stench of that slut's name.
Veronica slammed the studio's door open.
The three people inside jolted from surprise. Anya turned towards the door and saw it was Veronica Ambrosia. Her face immediately hardened.
"Ms. Ambrosia, what are you doing here?" Anya stepped forward and asked her with a firm and cold voice.
Veronica sneered and scoffed at Anya.
"You are shameless, are you?" Veronica paraded inside the studio, her heels clattering loudly against the floor. Anya stared coldly at her.
"You got pregnant behind your husband's back.." Veronica dragged her words.
"And now, clinging onto someone using her child," Veronica smirked at her. Anya heard this, and she gritted her teeth.
She knows.
"What kind of woman are you? You are a cheating, cheap whore, and thrown-away garbage woman!" Veronica aggressively advanced in front of Anya.
"Now, you plan to use your bastard son to go under the Castellanos! How shameless! Pushing yourself to someone high up to elevate yourself, you are a disgusting woman!" She screeched as she pointed at Anya's nose.
When Anya heard her words, her heart immediately burst into anger.
"Don't include a child in your curses! And also, aren't you pushing yourself to someone as well? Doing all these things to defend a place that is not even yours. Tell me, Ms.
Ambrosia, whose more shameless between us now?" Anya mocked her as she stepped forward, facing the woman head-on.
Veronica's mouth dropped as she heard the insolent words.
"How dare you!" She screamed as she slapped Anya on the face.
"Don't compare me to the likes of you! You are a woman from the streets and the gutter trying to climb up, where I! I am the only one worthy of being Madame Castellanos!" She exclaimed more as she motioned for another slap.
But Anya blocked her hand this time. She is wrong if she thinks she would just take all her blows. She won't back down.
Anya pushed the hand she held and slapped Veronica hard across her teeth.
Veronica was pushed back by force, and she held her face in shock as she stared at Anya with wide eyes.
"Don't you dare hurt me and cause trouble in my territory?" Anya's voice rang across the room.
"You!" Veronica angrily stepped up to fight back.
"Girls, hold her," Bell said with a cold and mocking voice. The two assistants watching the scene finally moved from their places and held Veronica on each side.
"What are you doing?! Let go of me!" Veronica struggled as she scolded the girls.
"Well, Ms. Ambrosia, you said I am from the streets. Luckily for you, this is how people from the streets fight. Do you wanna see it?" Anya had a menacing smile as she slowly approached Veronica.
Veronica's eyes widened in shock as she saw the evil and menace in the woman's face. Anya raised her hand and slapped Veronica again on the other cheek.
"This is for insulting me," She said. Then she slapped Veronica again.
"This is for making trouble in my studio,"
"And lastly," She raised her hand and slapped Veronica hard using the back of her hand.
Veronica was swayed and fell out of balance from the force. She was pushed back toward the cold floor.
Anya stared down at her condescendingly, and with a cold voice, she said, "This is for insulting the child." For insulting my son.
Veronica felt her cheeks burn as she stared above at Anya. Her eyes were reddened with tears and anger. She clenched her hands as she did not even have the strength to shout from shock and the pain on her face.
"Now leave if you don't want to receive much more. You don't want to try the extent of the street people," Anya said mockingly as her two girls went behind her back and stared at Veronica like prey.
Veronica panicked and immediately stood up.
"I'll get back to you. Mark my words," She said with a trembling voice as she stumbled to get out of the studio.
Anya sighed when the woman went out. She turned to her two assistants and became apologetic.
"I'm sorry about that," She said.
The two assistants shook their heads in unison.
"No, Miss. We understand! We can't let anyone bully you and cause havoc in our studio!" They said.
Anya smiled and chuckled at them. she also felt funny and pleased. It felt satisfying to slap the hell out of that woman and getting her revenge.
Amusement flashed in Anya's eyes.
Veronica was in a frantic going to the Castellanos. That vicious bitch! How dare she to hurt and humiliate her! She knew it! She was acting innocent, yet she was hiding her claws in her back! Wait till Damon knows of this!
When they arrived at the Castellanos building, she immediately went to Damon's office.
The secretary stopped her and told her Damon was not present, but she knew long ago that was just Damon's excuse. So she pushed through and barged into Damon's office. And it was right; the man was sitting behind his wide table, seriously going through documents.
When Damon heard the door bang, he raised his head and saw Veronica's disheveled form. Her cheeks were also red, and her eyes were red like crazy.
He found her appearance funny and stupid. What the hell is she doing here?
"Damon! You need to know something about that slut, Anya!" Veronica barged and went in front of Damon's table.
Damon raised his bro and asked coolly.
"What are you doing here, Ms. Ambrosia." Veronica frantically started.
"I am telling you! That woman is a whore! She is a plastic, two-faced bitch! She slapped me! In both my cheeks! Look at how red it is!" Veronica dramatically said as she whimpered and exclaimed at Damon simultaneously.
Damon was taken aback. Her face was red, and Anya slapped her. His eyes glinted with a different emotion.
"Yes! She is a vile and vicious woman! Just like those women from the streets! She slapped me like she had no manners or education! That woman is a slut!" Veronica was convinced even associated with gestures.
Damon heard this, but instead of being angry and shocked, his eyes flashed with amusement and admiration.
That soft and gentle woman did that?
He only felt one apparent emotion right now.
That is a disappointment. I was disappointed that he was not able to witness it with his own eyes.
He was amused with his thoughts when disturbed by a high-pitched and irritating voice. "That slut!" Veronica kept exclaiming.
Damon watched the foolish woman as he coldly thought about the other side of the matter. Did this woman go to Anya to upset and provoke her?
Ha! Did she take his warning as a joke? His eyes turned cold, and his face grim.
"Ms. Ambrosia, you are pushing me to the end of my patience, are you." He said in his deep voice.
Veronica was shocked at his reply after all that she had said. "Damon!" She frustratingly called.
Damon's expression darkened even more as his voice contained danger. "This will be the last time I will hear you call me so casually,"
Veronica was stunned. The man looked furious. She stammered.
"B, but, are family is associates! We are casual!" She pushed. She was proud of this only right, being beside the Castellanos. Only she had the right to calm him and stay by his side.
"Oh really, well then, not for long," Damon said ambiguously. Veronica froze.
"What do you mean?" She said nervously. Damon did not answer her and pushed the intercom as he ordered his secretary.
"Take this woman out," His cold voice rang. Veronica had her eyes wide in surprise.
"What?! No! Damon! Listen to me! You need to believe me!" Veronica kept exclaiming as she was dragged out.
Damon only stared with cold eyes. Then he said to his head secretary. "Call the president of the Ambrosias for me,"