"Thank you so much, my baby." Sylvester said. "I will make it up to you, I promise."
"Don't worry about it, babe. I'm just happy we had a wonderful evening together." Anabel replied.
As they left the restaurant, Sylvester couldn't help but smile to himself. He had successfully manipulated Anabel into paying for the meal. He walked beside her, feeling satisfied.
They got to their car, and Sylvester hugged and kissed her before entering their different cars. On her way home, her mind drifted back to what Daniella said to her. She began to feel worried that she was finally losing Desmond forever. She took a deep breath and tried to wave it off. She had Sylvester now, and he seemed to be the one for her.
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Sylvester arrived home. His mind was still buzzing with what just happened. He had played his part perfectly, and Anabel had fallen for it. As he settled into his apartment, he quickly sent a message to his fiancée, Vanessa, asking her to come over. They had a lot to talk about. She arrived shortly after.
He didn't forget to call Anabel and asked her if she had gotten home and how satisfied he was. They talked for a while before he hung up. A few minutes later, Vanessa showed up.
"So, how did it go?" she asked and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a pink top and black leggings.
Sylvester recounted the entire evening, from defending Anabel against Daniella's cruel remarks to the successful manipulation that led to Anabel paying for their meal.
Vanessa smiled. "That's so wonderful, Sylvester. It sounds like she's completely under your spell."
"It was easier than I thought." Sylvester replied. "She believed I love her."
"Since Anabel seems easy to deceive, we should strike while the iron is hot." She suggested. Her eyes were gleaming with a mischievous glint as she talked. "We can do it next week."
Sylvester raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"
Vanessa leaned in. "I will pretend to be sick and require a liver transplant. Since she knows me as your cousin sister, I'm sure she won't suspect a thing."
Sylvester considered her plan. "And how do we convince her to help?"
Vanessa's smile widened. "We will tell her that the transplant costs three million dollars. You will explain that you got scammed in a recent business deal and only have five hundred thousand dollars left. She will feel compelled to help."
Sylvester hesitated for a while before speaking up. "Three million dollars is a lot of money, Vanessa. Are you sure this will work?"
Vanessa placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "Trust me, Sylvester. Anabel is desperate for someone to care about her and her baby, someone that will love her. She will do anything to keep you in her life. We just need to make her believe that she's the only one who can save me."
Sylvester took a deep breath, and his doubts began to fade as he considered the potential payoff. "Alright, let's do it. We will make her believe that you are in desperate need, and she will have no choice but to help. But...what if she finds out?"
"She will never find out. She cannot beat both of us. You are smart, so I am. So there is no way she is going to find out." Vanessa assured him.
Will Anabel fall into their trap? Or will they be caught up in their own trap? You will find out soon.