Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Daphne practically spent two days sulking on her bed. Her emotions were laced with both anger and lingering feelings towards Hector.

She knew that he had other motives. But deep down, she still wanted to be with him despite everything. I’m seriously going crazy, she thought.

She tried to rationalize that she was feeling this way out of spite. It’s because I hate him! And because I want vengeance, I will make him fall in love with me intentionally and make him go through the same torture and betrayal I’ve felt.

But honestly, she knew her logic did not make sense. If she really hated him, she would have let things be a long time ago. All this rationalization was nothing but self-deceit.

The only truth that remained was that she still loved him.

She loved him so much that she had no qualms in taking drastic actions to eliminate her biggest rival, Nicole.

She called out loud, “Can somebody come?”

A servant appeared. “Yes, Ms. Ankins?”

“Get Andy here.”

After a while, the man arrived. He was her trusted aide whom she entrusted him with the following orders – keep an eye out for Nicole at the hospital and find an opportune timing to take her life. If he could make Hector lose his memories, that would be even better.

would belong to no one

as you demand, so long

worry, Ms. Ankins. I will do my

wealthy man. The joy was so overwhelming that he

was when he bumped into

at the estate. He paid particular attention to Daphne’s room because Evan’s hit list included Daphne and Portia. That

attitude, the astute Jeremy knew

proceeded to get the alcoholic drunk. With

woman. I really

The usual tranquility

shocking affair had shaken the entire estate. Portia was almost assassinated. If not for the

was identified as the culprit,

for questioning,

me. I-I didn’t instruct

“Andy, is that true?”

that he had no idea what exactly happened. He did not even remember how he ended up at the

or are you acting upon Ms. Ankins’ instructions? Be truthful