“I am terrified of Young Master Antonio, my lady. He instructed me to watch over you until you awaken... Please let me take care of you this time. If anything happens to you because of the drug... He will do something terrible... really terrible to me. I am just a servant.” Angela sighed, noticing that the nurse wouldn't give up on the matter. “Alright, I understand, but can we do that in my room?” The nurse nodded eagerly. “Certainly, yes, my lady.” Angela considered all that the nurse had said. There was no way he would punish her over her health; the nurse might have believed that she was Antonio's real bride. If only she knew that their relationship was fake, she wouldn't be so concerned about her well-being. Additionally, from the nurse's explanation, it seemed that Antonio was doing well that morning, Angela thought, and decided not to ask about him. After all, she had done her part for humanity's sake. What was that name again? Diana. I wonder who she is? He was crying and muttering that name last night. She looked up at the nurse, uncertain how to ask, but her curiosity prevailed. “Do you know who Diana is to Mr.! my fiancé, Antonio?” The nurse shook her head vigorously, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry, my lady, but I have no idea.” She obviously lied out of fear. It was definitely hopeless to get that information from a servant anyway, Angela thought.
It was nearly four o'clock in the evening when a knock sounded on her door. Angela was relaxing and scrolling through Instagram, overwhelmed by the number of fake pages created in her name. The knock came again. “Come in…” Her personal maidservant Devia entered the room. "My lady, Young Master Antonio is waiting for you." “Waiting for me?” Angela replied, puzzled. “Yes, my lady, to join him for dinner.” "I will be right there," Angela replied slowly. “I shall get you ready for dinner, my lady,” the maid suggested. “Oh no, it's fine, it's just dinner. I will handle this one.” “Very well, if you say so, my lady.” The maid bowed and left the room. After many minutes, Angela had been struggling to choose an outfit. Definitely nothing from Montero's designer, or else that perverted monster would belittle her about it. Also, nothing there matched her level of decency. Once she made up her mind, she put on the chiffon dress. She loved its warmth on her skin and its lightweight feel. The jade green matched her hazel eyes. She let down her hair from the ponytail she had styled herself earlier. She decided to go natural; after all, it wasn't like she actually wanted to go on a date with him. She exited the room and walked to the dining room, where she found Antonio waiting for her. He was also dressed for dinner. The only difference was that he was overdressed; according to Angela, it was a simple dinner, not a celebrity date night. One thing was certain: the proud hotshot wanted to be the center of attention as always. He must have been of the opposite gender in his past life, given his love for attention, Angela concluded. She approached him with a straight face. Antonio saw her and put down his phone, his eyes intensely scrutinizing her figure. Angela noticed and tried not to feel awkward about it. "You kept me waiting. What took you so long?" he inquired, eyeing her as if mentally undressing her, his lips curling into a flirty smirk, clearly pleased with what he saw. His throat felt suddenly dry, and he swallowed hard. "I am a lady. What did you expect? And you... aren't you overdressed for a simple home dinner in your own home?" She sneered and took a seat. A gentleman would have pulled out the seat for her, but why would she even expect that? He was clearly an egocentric brat, Angela thought. “This is my simplest outfit,” he replied straightforwardly. Angela sighed. “I see... so why have you called me here? If this is about last night... I did that because of your grandma. Believe me, I would never do it on my own will. No need to show me any appreciation.” “Who said anything about appreciation? How grand your dreams are, Freckles,” Antonio replied with a grin. “Well, I don't expect less from someone like you.” A white-jacketed servant came and served the dishes and drinks, then bowed and left. "Why not stop pretending already, Angela? You are the most difficult woman I have ever known to admit being wild about me..."
I am the dream man of any sane woman" Antonio resumed the conversation. “Maybe you should know that not all women are attracted to the same type of men”. “You mean low born women and blue blood women, indeed there must be a difference certainly”. He replied, sarcastically. Angela rolled her eyes aggressively. "Can we get on with it already, why are we here exactly? Did you call me out here to brag about your looks and achievements". He took a glass of wine and sipped. "Well, I never mentioned my achievements but if you wish I can give some honourable mentions of my uncountable awards as an actor and many awards for my individual awesomeness". “Do you ever get tired of being so full of yourself?"Angela asked. "Why should I be, I mean it's not my fault that I am so perfect". He smiled. "Oh please!" Angela gasped out pissed with an intense eye roll. “Do you even know the meaning of per….” “Freckles, listen, we are here for a very important business.. the family introduction will be held soon, and the Monteros must ask a lot of questions..so..as much as I hate this.. …we need to know each other better. I won't risk having everything exposed that day so…I will answer your questions about me and I will ask you questions about you”. He interrupted, his eyes lingering on her chest. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Angela cleared her throat to get his eyes off her chest. Anthonio continued. “I have no interest in knowing anything about you but for this to work,we need to cooperate and work together”. A female servant placed a biro and pen on the table for her. “You may take notes..low borns are known for their very low ability in memory retention”. Angela frowned but didn't oppose to get things over with him. She took the pen and turned the book to a page. “Your Birthday?” “You choose to start with that.. Lame”. He replied dryly. “What else should have come if not a birthday? “This is serious Freckles not some teenage girl fun time,what next my Zodiac sign?” “Never mind”. Angela pouted and wrote the next question. “What are your hobbies?” “That one is pretty obvious..I love having sex..and playing with toys like you”. “What makes you happy?” “A threesome”. “Stress relief?” “A good blow job”. “Who is Diana?” His eyes stabbed her, that look gave her chills. “Forget I asked”. She said immediately and buried her face in the book. “Seems to me.that you are taking advantage of the fact that I needed you to please my grandma to talk as you like..you have to do a reality check..know your place”. “I apologize”. Angela replied, her eyes downcast. Why did she even ask about Diana?.. Why is she so invested in knowing? “Tell me Freckles”. Antonio cuts into her thoughts. “It's Angela”. “What?” “Angela”. “Who is Angela?” “I am!.. You don't even know my name, how will it work if you have forgotten my name”. Antonio folded his hands and raised an eyebrow. “I never said I don't remember your name, I just don't care, Freckles”. “If you want this to work don't you think you should at least call me by my name”. “I don't take orders from a low life”. “It's not an order”. She arched her brows and bit her lower lip in frustration. Anthonio's gaze was drawn to her mouth lingering on her lips intensely. He felt his throat dry and his chest suddenly tightened. He took a glass of wine. “Do you have a man in your life,Freckles?" “Yes”. Angela answered. The glass of juice he was about to drink was paused at an inch close to his lips. His widened eyes gaze searchingly on her face. “You do..” His voice suddenly vanished but as a man expert in controlling his emotions, he drew a broad smile. He never got off that camouflage smile of his, since birth he had cameras on his face,therefore smiling to hide lots of emotions was a skill that he was born with. His brain went black for a second, the thought of her in another man's arms and making out had a huge trigger in him, his eyebrow twitched in anger. He was never the possessive type, in fact he absolutely cared less about his sex partners commitment, because he had made his type of relationship clear to them. But why did he suddenly have this woman into his head to actually come about this man of hers even without knowing what she tastes like? He shook the thoughts off his head and quickly concluded. “It doesn't matter, you are a toy of mine now.. until you pay off your debt, you are mine to toy with". "You have no idea, you are no match for him" Angela replied tartly. "I am no match for him?" he chuckled, his dark eyes glinting evilly. “Who is this man you speak of?”