Arranged Marriage: To Hear Your Voice

171 Pervert Lover

Veronica finally left the bed. She couldn't be late though Lawson and Francisco are partners in a single project. She knows what Francisco is planning despite the attack that they gave to him. Seven of his small laboratories has been raided and the drugs there have been collected. Samantha and her team was carefully testing the contents.

Tony got up lazily. He looked at his fiancée that's fully dressed with her professional clothes. The damn skirt just shape her well like an hour glass.

"Why do you still need to work?" he asked her as he reach the glass water and finish half of it.

"Because that's what I do for a living. Get ready, aren't you going to your office?" She comb her hair and dry it with the blower.

"I am. Wait for me, I'll drive you."

"Hurry." He stood and walk to her. He's naked and confident as he kisses her cheeks.

After drying her hair, she went to the kitchen and took the brewed coffee that she prepared a while ago and a sandwich. Soon, he came out from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. She look down on his sexy abdominal and punch it lightly. He groan and smile at her as he reach the coffee that she's handing to him.

"You look utterly sexy." He mutter and kisses her earlobe.

"Last time you call me fat." She frown at him. He smile.

"I only mean that a little. Good fats." He look down on her chest and then he reach her butt cheek. She blinks and then smack his wet chest.

"Hurry up. I don't want to get late."

She help him with his clothes and they left the penthouse in no time. It only took them some minutes in the traffic before they reach her office building. He got out to open the door for her and help her with her bag and they both share a parting kiss.

She reported directly to Sylvia who is preparing few things. Talking to a lawyer over the phone regarding Janine's case. They are making a move. But surely Gabriel wouldn't let her out until Sabrina had torture her enough.

"I am going out. You take care of everything here." Sylvia said. "It will only take two hours and we can go sparring."

Veronica nods. Sylvia wants to beat her up badly. They are yet to find out who she is. Once they reveal that she is the missing daughter of Francisco—the mission would g radually come to an end. It should be flawless. All she has to do is to get along with the flow and act innocent. She has prepared herself for a long time though she's quite nervous.

"Okay. Take care." She sat down on her swivel chair and turn on her computer. She started doing her daily task as Sylvia left with her Chanel bag.

She continue with her task and soon she was called to Francisco's office. She arrived with a tablet in her hand ready to do anything he requested.

Francisco look into her face for long, for the first time and she was quizzical on why he look at her in such way like recognizing her. She only act quizzical though she knew that he's suspecting something. The photos of her haven't be released, yet he can't even recognize his only legal daughter.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" She asked politely.

"Arrange my schedule. I will be out of town for two weeks."

She turn on the tablet and started typing with her right hand as she prepares the schedule. Francisco started telling her about the schedule and then told her to get him coffee.She knows well what kind of coffee he wanted. She gave it to him and then left since he had no other requests.

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Francisco was sipping on his coffee as he recall Veronica's face. She did look so familiar. Can she be his daughter? If she is his daughter it will be a big bonus since she's getting married to a Lawson. He contact his investigators to find photos of his legitimate daughter. Then soon, his phone rings and he answers it.

"Ferdinand is here in Janine's cell. I think he found out." Sylvia mutter.

Francisco laugh and twist his swivel chair.

"Let him. I am sure its exciting."

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Ferdinand was facing the woman he married after Anastasia. She was giving him a very sad face. He should pity her but he never did. He reach her jaw and hold it tightly. He always wanted to kill her whenever he thought that she had something to do with the kidnapping because the way Sabrina look at her blankly, he knows that she recognize him.

"If I learn that you kill my wife, you'll know what my consequences are you whore." He said it in a low voice.

"Honey!"

"Do not fucking call me honey!" He scowl at her dangerously in a very low voice. "I have learnt how you manipulated me. And just so you know, you aren't my wife. You are just my mistress and everything requested are fake." Ferdinand smirk. "I just used you."

Janine's eyes dilated and Ferdinand pushes her. Janine has been holding her breath. She never get scared of him like this. Ferdinand stood as Janine tries to reach his hands. She might not get out of the cell if she lose him.

"Tell me that its all a lie." She begged him using her drama-queen act.

"It isn't a lie." Ferdinand smirk. "Do you know what a lie is? That I married you. That's a lie. I would never marry anyone but my wife, Anastasia. I have tried so hard to push you away and always thought of killing you because if my wife finds out about what happened to us—she will get hurt. But I wasn't that vicious to kill you back then. But maybe, I'll find a way to torture you." He left her there.

She was shuddering. What happened now? Francisco no longer cares about her. She can't say anything and have truce with the enemy by herself because Francisco is there to kill her if she say a single word. And she's holding a big secret of the dangerous man who pampers her than his wife.

She killed Anastasia. Her hand clenches as she remember how she shoot her on her chest. She did it for love and for her life. She wanted to survive and be Francisco's only queen.

Her heart ache remembering how Francisco made love to the whore. Her heart ache remembering how Francisco promised her the whole world and everything as long as she won't restrain anymore and leave the country with him. So, for her to survive—she only did what she should do.