Chapter 64: Entanglement!

Saintilia's POV

Tina's responses seemed genuine, reflecting a deep contentment with Emilio's actions. She murmured his name, her fingers threading through his hair, her body arching toward him. There was no fear in her movements, no tension. Only surrender. Only trust.

The realization hit me like a physical blow: their intimate connection was real. At least, it was real for Tina. And perhaps, in some twisted way, for Emilio as well.

"Emilio," she breathed, her voice soft and reverent. "Stay. Please stay."

"I will stay," he murmured against her skin. "I will always come back to you."

The words cut through me. He had never spoken to me with such gentleness. He had never promised to return, never offered the comfort of his presence. With me, everything was demand, control, possession. But with Tina, he offered something that resembled affection.

This deepened the complexity of the betrayal in ways I had not anticipated. Tina was not just working for a reward. She was simply not accepting payment for delivering me into Emilio's hands. She was in love with him. And had been, perhaps, for longer than I had realized.

This glimpse confirmed everything: Tina had successfully maneuvered her way into Emilio's life using me as the necessary catalyst. She traded my freedom and security for her own desire and comfort. She had seen an opportunity within Emilio's obsession with me; and seized it. Positioning herself as his ally, his confidante, his lover.

Clearly I had been the obstacle in her path, I aided her. I was an accomplice to my own dilemma, making it easier to get rid of me.

Seeing them together, consumed by a passion that felt honest on Tina's side, solidified the absolute necessity for me to remain vigilant. This was not just a plot against me. It was a hostile takeover of my life by a woman consumed by envy and a man consumed by obsession.

I pulled back from the window, my hands trembling, my stomach turning. The devastation of that scene, combined with my profound disappointment in Tina's actions, weighed heavily on my emotions.

It became painfully evident that this had been Tina's secret desire all along. Her longing was not a secret reward. It was her driving motive. She had helped him because she wanted him. And used me as the bridge to get what she wanted.

The complexity of my emotions was further aggravated by a chilling realization:

as I stood there frozen in that neglected courtyard, was the question of her motive. Why send me to Emilio when she loved him? Why hand over the object of his obsession to him, knowing he would take me to his bed me?

How could she accept the fact that he was also bedding me while engaging with her? How could she tolerate sharing a man who was clearly obsessed with another woman? She had to know that every time he came to her, he had been with me. She had to know that his mind was filled with thoughts of me even as he touched her.

It devastated me to know that she could not see through his lies.

That was truly sickening.

I had stopped watching their actions, but their conversation grabbed my interest again. By then, they had finished. Emilio rested on his back while Tina lay on her stomach, her leg draped across him, her head resting on his chest as he traced lazy patterns on her back. The image etched itself into my vision, a scene I wished I could unsee.

"Do you think Saintilia will hate me for this if she ever finds out?"

The question, spoken in Tina's voice from the other side of the window, sent a jolt through me. My emotions spun into a chaotic mix of confusion as I struggled to make sense of what I was witnessing.

A cold realization took root: this was not a simple affair. Perhaps both Emilio and Tina harbored a specific resentment aimed directly at me. The question echoed in my mind: What could I have possibly done to earn such hatred?

"That is none of my business," Emilio replied with a dismissive wave, his tone flat. "It is between you and her. She is nothing to me."

His words should have felt like a victory, a confirmation of my insignificance to him. Instead, they felt like a key turning in a lock, opening a door to a deeper truth.

"Why do you keep her?" Tina pressed, her voice laced with something I could not name.

"Because I want to." His answer was a simple declaration of power; a reminder that my presence was a matter of his whim, nothing special.

"Are you sleeping with her?"

"What do you think?"

A long pause followed. When Tina spoke again, her voice was smaller, heavy with disappointment. She clearly knew the answer but had asked anyway, as if needing to hear it from his lips.

"Then what about me?"

"I cannot let Saintilia go, if that is what you are asking."

His answer left me reeling. So Tina assumed I was merely a possession, a trophy kept on a shelf, untouched and irrelevant. Had Emilio fed her that lie, or had she constructed it herself to make their betrayal easier to bear?

"Is it because she is Jonas's daughter?" Tina's question brought my father's memory into the conversation.

"Yes and no."

"But I am Jonas's sister."

"No. You are not."

I could almost feel the shock that must have jolted through her. "What do you mean?" Her voice was sharp, and I imagined her sitting upright.

"Relax. I know Jonas is not your biological brother. I know you both grew up in the same orphanage. I also know Jonas had a younger brother, I know more about you than you think.”

"Emilio, how do you know all this when I never told you?" Tina's voice was a mixture of awe and fear.

"It does not matter how I know. Saintilia is staying with me."

"What makes her so special?"

"You do not need to know why. I am never letting her go. Do not mess with her, you might regret it."

The finality in his tone was absolute. He possessed not just me, but the truth about my own family. The power dynamics were clear: Emilio held all the cards, manipulating Tina as surely as he manipulated me.

"Fine," she surrendered, her voice defeated. "Do you think she hates me?"

"I do not know. She has been giving me the silent treatment for a while now."

"Do you think she suspects us?"

"She is a smart girl. Believe me, she knows. But sooner or later, you will have to face her."

"Okay."

That single word was heavy with disappointment. It was clear her carefully laid plans were not unfolding as she had envisioned. I quietly withdrew from the window, my movements careful and silent, knowing that discovery would shatter this fragile moment.

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