In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 67

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In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 67

Greta sighed before she finally spoke. “Emeliano’s father didn’t die from a natural illness, he died of slow poisoning, Rafael and Georgia made sure of that.”
What?

My heart suddenly ached for Emeliano.
“My dad- Rafael killed Emeliano’s dad?”
Greta nodded.

I plopped down on the chair Infront of the table, feeling weak all over. How could he? I was so foolish to think my dad was a saint… So foolish.

“Wh-where does Marcos and my sister come into this?” I asked Greta.

“I’m sorry Miss Becca, I can’t tell you that part, I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell you.”

God! That was what I really wanted to know… Whatever it was, everyone thought I couldn’t handle it, but, what could it be?
Sighing, I gained control of my legs again and stood up. “Thank you Greta, thanks for telling me this much, you really helped with this investigation.”

Greta chuckled. “Investigation? Is that what you’re calling it?”

“Yeah… It’s better than, Operation frustrate Emeliano for answers.”
We both laughed it off. “Seriously, thank you… This will go a long way, thank God I didn’t go back to the Lewis estate. I really don’t want to look at my dad right now.”
Greta had a sour look on her face after my last statement, and it only proved that my father did something else, something terrible…

“Just one quick question.” I asked Greta.
“Yes?”

“Does April stay around? Does she stay in the estate?”

She hesitated before answering… “No, but she comes to visit from time to time… I know this because I have cousins working there, gossips travel from the Lewis estate to the Alfredo mansion, rapidly,”
Explains why she knows so much.

“I’ll go get your luggages now.” Greta said as she walked out, leaving me with my jumbled thoughts.

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It was already so dark.

Greta had brought my luggages back to Emeliano’s room. Through out the day, my mind had been occupied with so many thoughts about what Greta told me; due to too much thinking, I had deep my hands into a bowl of hot soup, thinking it was water…

I had never thought about something so hard in my life and now here I am, pacing in Emeliano’s room, waiting for him to get back.

This is the right thing isn’t it? I hope I didn’t make a mistake by staying here, but where else will I go? Back to the Lewis estate, back to stay in the same house with a freaking killer? No way…

I couldn’t go back to New York either, that would only make me want to be a goody girl and attend Mason’s wedding… Staying here would be to my advantage, I’d know everything about everything that happened while I was in New York… I’d also get to explore this new feeling I get whenever I see Emeliano frustrated. Wait, that didn’t sound right…

I’ll just forget I ever said that.
I’d called my mom earlier today, I told her I was doing just fine, I actually didn’t want her to worry because she was already planning to travel back to Orlando. Now that would have been terrible.

Back to the thoughts that had been messing with my brain all day.

April.

Greta said earlier that April wasn’t always around. but that is impossible right? Isn’t she married to Marcos? Marcos stays in Orlando so should his wife.

Except April wasn’t his wife.

I stopped pacing around as it all started to sink in. “If April isn’t his wife, then Emeliano doesn’t love April.” I muttered to myself.

So why the hell does he call this Her my sister?
Wait a minute- is there another sister that I know nothing about? My father had another seed apart from April and I? Was that why my parents divorced?

No… That’s not right… My dad wasn’t seeing anyone while he was married to my mom… I’m pretty sure of that- am I?
It felt like my head was about to explode.
Raking my hands through my hair, I started pacing around again… I don’t think that is enough to break up my parents… It happens every time, men have seeds outside marriages, but still the women stays… So, something must have happened, something terrible…

But what?

There must be a connection somewhere, something I was missing-

The door pulled open suddenly, making me stop my pacing session.

I already knew who it was, the tension that suddenly followed his appearance filled the room.

“What the-” he whispered, but I was able to hear him clearly, the shock and confusion could be heard from those two words he whispered.

I turned to his direction with a mischievous smile on my face.

“Well, Good evening to you too, Emeliano. ”
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