Chapter 44

Chapter 44
Two sleek cars gleamed in the moonlight outside the club, a Bugatti Veyron and a black Lamborghini. Mr. Thompson stood beside the Bugatti, his eyes fixed intently on Fernandez as he approached with Anna and Reyna. The cool night air was electric with tension, the only sound the distant hum of the city.
Fernandez halted in front of them, his eyes blazing with fury. "Take her to the Antonio ancestral mansion and put her under house arrest," he growled, his voice low and menacing, like thunder on a summer night.
Reyna's eyes widened in horror as she realized she was the one being referred to. "No, you can't do this to me!" she protested, her voice shaking with fear, like a leaf in a hurricane. "I won't go back to that prison!"
Fernandez's face was unyielding, his jaw clenched in anger, his eyes flashing with fury. "You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.
Anna stepped forward, her voice trembling like a bird in flight. "Please, Antonio, don't punish Reyna. It was my fault, I should have-"
But Fernandez cut her off, his voice cold and harsh, like a slap in the face. "You will come with me, Anna. We will discuss this further at home."
As Fernandez dragged Anna away, Reyna shouted, her voice echoing through the night air. "If you punish Anna, I will never forgive you! It wasn't her fault, I was the one who dragged her to the club!"
Mr. Thompson stepped forward, his voice firm but gentle, like a summer breeze. "Young mistress, let's go. We can't keep the boss waiting."
Reyna felt a surge of guilt and regret as she followed Mr. Thompson to the Bugatti Veyron. The sleek car loomed before her, its doors opening with a soft click, like a trap snapping shut. She slid into the passenger seat, feeling trapped and helpless, like a bird in a gilded cage, as the doors closed behind her.
"I'm so sorry, Anna," she whispered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, like diamonds in the moonlight. "I've ruined everything."
As they settled into the sleek black Lamborghini, Anna created a palpable distance between them, her fear evident in the way she shrank away from Fernandez. She sat as far away from him as possible, her body language screaming discomfort and unease. Her eyes darted nervously towards Fernandez, but he seemed oblivious to her distress.
Fernandez sat on his side, his face a mask of calmness, his expression void of emotion. He was a picture of serenity, his eyes fixed intently on his cellphone as he watched the video sent to him by his men. The screen displayed a gruesome scene - Jason being tortured, his screams echoing through the earbud plugged into Fernandez's ear. With each anguished cry, Fernandez's grip on the phone tightened, his jaw clenched in suppressed fury.
Memories of Jason's lecherous gaze and vile words about Anna flashed through Fernandez's mind, reigniting his rage. Yet, he reveled in the sound of Jason's suffering, his eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction. The darkness within him fed on Jason's pain, and he savored every moment of it.
The Lamborghini's soft hum and the quiet purr of the engine provided a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Fernandez. His calm exterior belied the storm raging within, as he continued to watch the video, his emotions simmering just below the surface.As the Lamborghini glided through the gates of the Antonio mansion, Anna flung open the car door and made a hasty exit, her heels clicking on the driveway. Fernandez emerged from the car at a more leisurely pace, his gaze fixed intently on Anna's fleeing figure. His eyes darkened ominously as he watched her disappear into the mansion.
Inside, Anna was met with a sea of anxious faces. The servants lined up in the foyer, their expressions etched with worry. The butler, Mr. Jenkins, stepped forward, his voice laced with concern. "How are you, Madam?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face.
Anna's heart sank as she realized the servants were bracing themselves for punishment, all because of her and Reyna's ill-fated trip to the club. Fernandez's cruelty knew no bounds, and she knew he would stop at nothing to assert his control. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice steady, as the servants exhaled a collective sigh of relief.
But Anna knew she had to act fast. She could hear Fernandez's footsteps echoing through the hallway, his presence seeming to fill the entire mansion. She hastily made her way to the guest room she shared with Reyna, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it with trembling hands.
As she leaned against the door, she could feel her heart racing with fear. What would Fernandez do next? Would he punish the servants? And what about Reyna, trapped in the ancestral mansion under house arrest? Anna's mind raced with questions, but she knew one thing for certain - she had to protect herself and those she cared about from Fernandez's wrath.
She sat on the bed, her heart still racing from the ordeal, but a sense of relief washed over her as she gazed at the locked door. She felt safe, at least for the moment, knowing Fernandez couldn't barge in and unleash his wrath.
Meanwhile, in the sitting room, Fernandez's arrival sent a chill down the spines of the servants. They stood frozen, their eyes fixed on his imposing figure as he sat down on the couch, his handsome face twisted in a scowl.
"You're all here for fun, oblivious to your duties," he spat, his voice cold and menacing. "You're all fired, effective immediately!"
The servants scurried out of the room, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. Fernandez turned to Mr. Jenkins, his expression unyielding.
"I'm sparing you, Butler, but you'll forfeit your salary for the month."
Mr. Jenkins exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful to still have his job. "Thank you, sir," he replied, his voice laced with gratitude.
Fernandez rose from the couch, his eyes fixed on the guest room door. He knew Anna was hiding behind it, thinking she was safe. He smiled to himself as he retrieved the spare key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock. The door creaked open, and Anna's eyes widened in terror as he stood before her, his presence filling the room.
"You think a locked door can keep me out, Anna?" he sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I always get what I want."