Chapter 115

"What the fuck does that mean?" She asked, looking at him.

He heaved a sigh and turned to her.

"He is falling for his bitchy wife?" she asked.

"No. Not her. " He said.

"Then who?" she asked.

"This has to stay between us. Don't let anyone know," he said.

"Wait, is it Mario's little girlfriend?" She asked, making him furrow his brows.

"How did you..... "

She scoffed. "I saw the way he looked at her. I actually thought about it, but I waved it off because that shit couldn't be possible."

"I thought the same thing too," Alfredo said.

"It shouldn't be possible. Does he want to ruin his son's heart? Mario freaking worships that girl," she said.

"Well..... She ended things with him," he said.

Irina scoffed.

"She broke up with Mario," he added.

"She likes Adrian too."

Alfredo shrugged. "That's the only explanation."

Irina scoffed. "No. They can't be together, Alfredo. It is not right."

"And you too. You can't be with Adrian. You are literally his sister," Alfredo said.

"I am not. We only grew up together," she said, moving her gaze to the window.

"Exactly my point," Alfredo said, moving towards the couch and sitting on it.

She turned to him. "I don't care what you or anyone thinks. I am still going with my feelings for Adrian. I can endure that bitch, Candela, but I won't stand another bitch who is too tiny to be my problem."

"She is literally the main problem because I think he cares so much about her," Alfredo said, making her clench her jaw angrily.

"Whatever. I have hidden my feelings for far too long, and now they have blossomed into a very strong one....." she said, walking past him.

He stared at her.

"I can't hide it any longer. I will face any obstacle that comes my way, Alfredo, because Adrian is mine. I fucking met him first before all these freaking bitches," she said.

"You are beginning to sound obsessed," he said.

She scoffed. "Well, I am. Right from the first time we crossed paths in the streets, I loved him and still do," she said, turning to Alfredo.

"I am getting him for myself, and you will help," she said.

He raised his brows. "Nah. I'll pass. I have my own problems to deal with."

She scoffed. "You are a freaking doctor. You can fix yours later. Mime is important."

"Very funny," he said, looking away.

"What are your problems anyway?" she asked.

He looked at her.

She raised her brows at him.

"Dolores is interested in him too," he said.

Irina scoffed. "What?"

He nodded.

"What the fuck is wrong with these women for pit's sake? What is he, a god?" Irina asked.

He scoffed.

"Yes he is. A fucking hot god." She added, smirking.

Alfredo heaved a sigh as he got on his feet.

"Your journey must have caused an issue in your head, Irina. Go to your room I need to.... "

"...continue fucking that bitch's sister who wants Adrian too, but is exhausting time with available you?" Irina completed coldly.

Alfredo's heart clenched as he stared at her.

Irina tilted her head.

"Get the fuck out, Irina." He snarled angrily.

She pursed her lips and lowered her gaze momentarily but returned her gaze to him.

"I'm sorry that came out....."

"Get out!" he yelled.

She rolled her eyes and headed for the door.

"I love you too," she said as she headed for the door.

"Bitch," he said, moving towards the bed.

ALONG THE HALLWAY........

Irina walked along the hallway in search of her room, but something caught her eyes from afar. It was Mimi and Lucas.

"What do we have here?" Irina asked, standing still and staring at them.

Lucas is trying to talk to Mimi, but Mimi is not giving him a listening ear.  Mimi turned away from him, walking away, but he held her hand.

She snatched it from his hold and kept walking. Lucas stared at her as she walked. He gave up and walked away.

Mimi approached Irina where she stood and was about to walk past when....

"Are you fucking him?" Irina asked, stopping Mimi in her track. Mimi looked at her.

Irina raised her brows.

"Excuse me?" Mimi asked.

"Are you fucking the boy or not?" Irina asked, shrugging.

Mimi shook her head in disbelief and attempted to walk away.

"I guess you are. That means you and your mother are pretty busy women," Irina said, making Mimi look at her.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mimi asked.

"You know, your mother is fucking the mafia doctor, and you are fucking one of your cousin's workers and best friend," Irina said, making Mimi's face twitch.

"How dare you say that about my mother?" Mimi asked angrily.

Irina scoffed. "I only said the truth. Why don't you go ask her yourself?"

Mimi clenched her jaw, walking away angrily.

"Tiny bitch. That's for your mother's stupidity. She really thought Adrian would look her way. How pathetic," Irina said, walking towards her room.

NIGHT HOURS.......

MARIO'S ROOM.......

Liliana walked into the empty room with her cleaning equipment.

Closing the door behind her, she wondered where Mario could be. He left that morning with Carlos.

She scoffed as she walked further into the room.

Wow, Lily. You are tracking him already, huh?

How nice.

She said internally as she moved towards the bed and took out the bedcovers. She folded it and placed it on the couch.

She walked towards the things she came in with and took out fresh and clean bedcovers. She arranged the bed property with the sheets and proceeded to clean.

She leaned down to pick up the mop when she got a slight pain in her head, making her freeze.

She shook her head a bit, feeling her eyes twirling.

"What the...." She muttered, touching her head.

God, it's the margarine again. It's the second time today. She said internally, letting out a sigh.

She will just hurry up with the cleaning and go get some painkillers later.

Time went by and she was almost done. The margarine was still there, but it was kinda less. She moved towards the desk where Mario's drink was and began cleaning it.

She raised the whiskey-filled bottle and cleaned the table.

She rested her eyes on the bottle, staring at the whiskey Mario always drained himself with.

Which is terrible for him.

He would fall down the stairs one day and probably die.

Geez.

Something came to her mind, making her look at the garbage bag on the floor.

She heaved a sigh, averting her eyes from the bag as she stared at the drink.

It is none of your business, Liliana. It is none of your business! She reminded herself internally.

She looked towards the bag again.

"Fuck it. This is for a good cause. I am literally saving a life here, right?" She asked as she walked towards the garbage bag, picked it up and walked back to the desk. She picked up the bottle and put it in the bag.

She grabbed the glass cup as well so as not to leave anything on the desk. She was about to put it inside the bag when the door opened, catching her off guard, and she nervously let the cup fall into the bag, and it hit the bottle inside.

"What the fuck?" he said, closing the door and walking towards her.

Liliana stood frozen and might be having a panic attack already.

Mario stared at the desk and moved his gaze to Liliana.

Liliana looked at him with her terrified eyes as her heart pounded violently.

"Was that my bottle of whiskey you just broke?" he asked.

Now, she might be having trouble breathing.

Oh God.