Chapter 50
Andréa Lima
I had been watching the apartments for days—both Alice's and Oliver's. She'd been staying home ever since those brats were born. Those boys could be my ultimate downfall—or not—but either way, I was still going to need them.
At first, my plan was to get rid of the children; if that bitch Alice went down with them, even better. The path would be clear for Oliver and me again.
I wanted him back—or at the very least, to squeeze enough money out of him to disappear for good. After that idiot destroyed our engagement and my family, I swore I'd get revenge. I promised myself he would pay for everything he did to us.
When I found out Alice had left, I was actually happy—but he kept ignoring me completely.
So I went after her. I searched until I found her.
In the building where she was living, I met Mauricio, head of the accounting department at Ferri Hotels.
I seduced him easily. My goal was simple: recover the money Oliver stole from us, and Mauricio would be my tool.
With a lot of effort, I got that fool to divert funds to an offshore account of mine. It still wasn't enough, but it was a start. Everything was going well—until that bitch found out. But if she thinks she won, she's dead wrong.
One fine day, the little doll decides to leave her den—and better yet, with the kids.
I acted fast and called Mauricio. He'd paid his bail and was out awaiting trial.
I wanted to see how much Oliver really loved those little brats and how much he'd pay for them.
On the way back to her place, we attacked Alice from behind.
We put her and the babies in the car. Then we left her unconscious in some distant alley.
Mauricio was terrified—he didn't like the idea of leaving her there—but that wasn't my problem.
It was already done, and there was no turning back.
I don't regret it. That little pushover would pay for getting in my way. If she'd stayed away from Oliver, none of this would have been necessary.
“What have we done, Andréa? This wasn't the plan! We're going to get caught—Oliver will kill us,” Mauricio said, trembling.
“Shut up, you imbecile!” I shouted. “We just have to do everything right and we won't get caught. Tomorrow, you contact him and demand the ransom for these little pests.”
The children started crying.
“Make those brats shut up! Make yourself useful for once!” I snarled, heading up the stairs. “I'm going to rest.”
“You can't leave me here alone with them! There are two of them! They want their mother! And we weren't supposed to dump her in that alley!”
“Deal with it, Mauricio. I'm not going to sit here listening to crying. The only reason I'm not throwing those brats out the window is because I need them alive. She's not our problem anymore.”
I went upstairs and took a shower. The babies' crying was driving me insane. I was almost done getting dressed when I heard a knock at the door. Mauricio came in.
“They finally fell asleep. Now you know what I want,” he said, walking over and grabbing me by the waist.
I rolled my eyes. I hate having to sleep with him, but it's the price I pay for using this idiot.
“Now's not the time for that, baby,” I said, faking a smile. “Let's plan out tomorrow first, and then we can… enjoy ourselves.”
We spent the rest of the night working out the plan and ended up falling asleep. The next day, I woke up to those brats crying. God, how infuriating! One day with them was already enough to drive me crazy.
I was coming down the stairs when I heard a crash.
I ran to see what it was—and saw several men storming the house.
I didn't understand what was happening until I saw Oliver walk in.
The look on his face… he looked like a demon.
He came straight at me. I tried to run, but there wasn't time.
He grabbed me by the hair, yanked me down, and dragged me into a room nearby.
“You thought I wouldn't find out where you had my children, you slut?” he shouted, squeezing my neck.
“Those bastards should have died, along with that pest of a mother,” I spat, laughing.
The slap hit hard. Then another. And another. I tasted blood running down my mouth.
“You're going to pay dearly for what you did to my wife and children, you filth!” he roared. “You disgust me. The only reason I'm not killing you is because of my family, but believe me, I want to!”
“You destroyed my life! And my family's! We're bankrupt because of you!” I shouted back. Another blow landed. He was still holding me by the neck, choking me.
“Shut your filthy mouth!” he yelled. “Your parents dug their own grave! You messed with the wrong person, Andréa! You hurt my wife and my children… and I'll never forgive that.”
He went to the door, locked it, and came back slowly.
“What are you going to do, Oliver? You can't kill me!” I screamed in desperation, dragging myself toward a wall.
“I'm not going to kill you,” he answered coldly. “I'm not going to dirty my hands with trash like you. But I'm going to teach you a lesson so you never look at my family again.”
And there, I learned the weight of his hands. Slap, punch, pain… until the door was broken down. The police burst into the room and took me away. For once, I was grateful. If they'd taken any longer, he would have killed me.