Chapter 53 53. Moral Crossroads!
Emilio’s POV
I was pleasantly surprised when Tina's message arrived, inviting me for dinner and confirming that Saintilia would be joining us. The news came with the added assurance that I had been waiting for, tonight was the night to finally execute the plan we had carefully constructed over weeks of whispered conversations and calculated moves.
The prospect of bringing Saintilia home with me, and have her within my grasp, sent a surge of pure satisfaction through my veins.
Our partnership had not always been smooth. Tina resisted at first and was difficult to manage. But over time, I noticed our dynamic shift into something deeper. I could not help but suspect that she was developing genuine feelings for me.
It was in the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention, the way she lingered too long after our conversations. I recognized the signs, I had seen them before in other women and I used them to my advantage.
The turning point came weeks ago, when I learned the truth through careful inquiry and a few well-placed coins: Tina was not related to Saintilia at all. She was nothing more than a woman who had been taken in by Jonas's kindness, a stranger who had worn the mask of family for years. When I confronted her with this knowledge, she had little recourse. The fear in her eyes was delicious. She knew I could expose her, could strip away everything she had grown accustomed to.
So she made a choice by agreeing to do anything I wanted to secure her future. In exchange for her cooperation in delivering Saintilia to me, I made two clear promises: she could stay in the house where she was, with all the comfort and security it provided, and Saintilia would be kept permanently away from her. The arrangement cemented her loyalty, transforming her from a reluctant fake relative into a willing conspirator motivated only by self-interest.
To maintain Tina's cooperation, I occasionally allowed her to pleasure me. I was fully aware that she viewed these moments as a personal reward, a sign of affection that she clung to with pathetic hope. While I disliked her personality knowing she was clingy, I maintained the arrangement purely to motivate her and secure her unwavering loyalty. It was a calculated, necessary trade-off.
It crossed my mind more than once that Saintilia might have noticed Tina's growing fondness for me, or perhaps even our concealed intimacy. The idea was intriguing; perhaps this very suspicion was the reason Saintilia had become even more arrogant and openly hostile in my presence. Given the girl's demonstrated intelligence and sharp observation skills, I would almost expect her to have pieced some of it together. It was a silent, unsettling factor that made the final execution of our plan even more urgent.
We both knew Saintilia was not a pushover. Despite her unyielding disposition, she remained dangerously naïve regarding her guardian, truly believing that Tina was her legitimate aunt. Engaging with Saintilia was becoming increasingly challenging, as her determined attitude seemed only to harden with each passing day. Her constant defiance was both frustrating and strangely compelling. It made me want her more.
When the evening came to finally execute my plan, a quiet intensity settled over me. I arrived at the house as the last traces of sunlight faded from the sky. Through the window, I could see Saintilia setting the table, her movements precise and deliberate, while Tina busied herself in the kitchen. It was a fleeting image of domesticity that was instantly ruined by the reality of what was about to unfold.
Tina met me in the yard before I could knock, her eyes darting nervously toward the kitchen. I pulled her aside into the narrow pathway, away from Saintilia's ears.
"Follow my lead, and Saintilia will be none the wiser," I instructed, my voice low and authoritative. "You have done your part with the wine. Now let me handle the rest."
Tina's hands trembled as she smoothed her apron. "And you are certain this will work? What if she realizes something is wrong before….”
"She will not," I cut her off sharply. Then, softening my tone, I added, "Trust me. Everything is in place. Remember, once this is done, this house is yours. The land, the furniture, everything Jonas left behind will be all yours. No more scraping by. No more answering to anyone."
Tina's expression shifted, her anxiety giving way to something harder, more calculating. "And Saintilia will never return?"
"Never," I assured her. "She will be with me, far from here. She will want for nothing. You are doing her a favor, Tina. You are giving her a future."
I had given Tina a small vial the night before, an antidote to the substance I had added to the wine. The mixture would render Saintilia unconscious within an hour, leaving her pliable and unaware. Tina's antidote would ensure she remained unaffected, though she might have to feign drowsiness to avoid suspicion.
"Now," I said, releasing her shoulder and stepping back, "put on your best smile. We have a dinner to get through."
Tina nodded and led me into the main room, her face instantly transforming into a radiant smile that illuminated her features. She was clearly playing her part to perfection.
"Emilio! How wonderful to see you," she greeted, her voice bright and welcoming. Her eyes flickered to the bag I carried. "And what do you have there?"
Her performative enthusiasm was a clear signal that the operation had officially begun.
"Oh, this is for you ladies," I announced, extending the bottle toward the women. "A small token of appreciation for your hospitality. Cherry wine, for the store just arrived today, and I thought you might enjoy a taste."
"Thank you! How thoughtful," Tina said, reaching out immediately. She was performing her role flawlessly.
As I spoke, I observed Saintilia from the corner of my eye. Her reaction or rather, her complete lack of one, was deeply unsettling. She stood there, seemingly oblivious to my presence and the offered gift, her focus entirely on the task of arranging the plates on the table. She did not look at me, did not acknowledge the wine, did not offer a single word of courtesy. Her deliberate indifference was a calculated act of disrespect that grated on my nerves.
A flicker of intense irritation sparked within me. That blatant arrogance needed to be addressed. I watched her move around the table, her back straight, her chin raised in quiet defiance. Time to bring you down a peg or two, I thought with a simmering resolve. Her arrogance would not stand a chance once she was under my complete control. Her defiance now only fueled the certainty of my coming victory.
I caught Tina's eye and gave her a brief, almost imperceptible nod. She understood. The game had begun.
I pulled out a chair at the table and settled into it, allowing my gaze to linger on Saintilia. She was beautiful, even in her defiance. Perhaps especially in her defiance.
"Good evening, Saintilia," I said. "You look lovely tonight."
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