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Not a single scar on my heart is from an enemy.
That quote is what I feel at the moment because it is true.
Emilio Dontiello, my enemy didn't betray me but my ex-boyfriend and best friend did.
How could they?
Why would they?
I-I loved them both with my whole heart.
How did he have the audacity to look at me in the face and tell me he loved me while he was fucking her?
What is worse is that I never realised. I feel so stupid right now.
For how long did it last?
Disappointment sank to my stomach, staying there as it left the betrayal and hurt in my heart.
The tears threatened to slip out of my eye although I was trying to convince myself that I shouldn't cry because of them they are not worth it.
I couldn't cry because something needed to be done and now.
Wait did my father also know about it? Yes, he did.
I storm out of papa's office, my legs taking big steps.
As I reach my car, I quickly step in and start it.
I was taking long and deep breaths in an attempt to steady myself.
The memories of me playing with Julianne crammed my mind, her hugging me when I wanted a hug or her being there for me.
It hurts more with him because we were childhood friends.
I won't allow myself to cry because of Seth, he doesn't deserve the tears. If he did truly love me then he surely wouldn't cheat on me.
And I found myself glad that they are dead.
I call Alessandra, after a few seconds she picks up.
"Missed me or Emilio?" I can feel the wicked smile on her face.
"Look I am not in the mood for this now. Where is Emilio?" I deadpan.
"Why do want to see him?" She cuts the jokes when she realises that I am serious.
"I need information and answers to my questions." I grow impatient.
"He is here at the estate. I guess you know the way here, right?"
"Yeah. Be there in ten minutes." I end the call.
Like I said it took me ten minutes to reach their mansion.
It was grey and white to my liking.
When Alessandra spots my car, she storms toward me.
"Care to tell me what is going on?" She asks worriedly.
"No." I come out of my vehicle.
"What did Emilio do this time?" She follows my steps.
I make sure to check the gun in my pocket.
"It is not about him." I shut the door in her face before she was able to enter after me.
He was seated across his office.
"You should knock and then I decide whether you can come in or no." Sarcasm filled his features unlike my stone and serious ones.
"I will enter either way." I take a seat without permission.
"Why are you here?" He finally asks.
"Did you know about the whole Seth and Julianne thing?" I use the air quotes.
Mocking me he does the same "What thing?"
"The whole " fucking" thing." I step in the irony.
"Juliane is your best friend, Right?" He implores, arching an eyebrow as he rubs his jaw.
"Yes." I stare at his every movement.
"And Seth?" The question came bitter from his mouth, maybe he knows the answer.
"My ex-boyfriend." His lips twitch.
"What is his full name?" He opens his phone.
"Seth Torres. Done with the questions?" I cross a leg over the other.
"I don't know someone called Seth Torres." He follows his perfect eyebrows. "But I will ask someone to check." He calls someone and tells him to search for this name and that he needs his information in ten minutes.
He doesn't know Seth? I think Emilio knows everyone in this city. Weird.
After few minutes, his phone rings again.
From the way his expression changes, I conclude that whatever he told him is not good news.
He finished, instantly I ask " What did he say?"
"There is no one called Seth Ortez."
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