𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲|| 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎

Miguel had arrived in Greece, ready to embark on a new adventure with his colleagues. He found himself working alongside them, collaborating on projects and exchanging ideas. At times, he would retreat to his bedroom, a quiet sanctuary where he could gather his thoughts and work alone. However, despite the excitement of being in a new place, Miguel couldn't shake the feeling of longing for his family.
He missed his daughter, dearly and yearned to hear her laughter and stories. He also longed for the warm embrace of his lover, and the comforting conversations they shared at the end of each day. Miguel would often call them to catch up and share the highlights of his day, seeking solace and connection through the distance.

In the midst of Miguel's adjustment, Angel, knocked on his bedroom door late one night. Irritated by the interruption, he opened the door and sighed at the sight of Angel standing there, her hair wrapped in a towel, still damp from a recent shower.
<<What do you want at this hour?>> Miguel asked, his annoyance veiled on purpouse.
<<I'm sorry to bother you, Miguel, but my hairdryer is broken. Could I borrow yours?>> she requested, her voice tinged with desperation.
Miguel's sigh deepened, but he relented and gestured for her to wait. He trudged to the bathroom, retrieving his hairdryer and handing it over to Angel.
Meanwhile, Angel's eyes darted around the room, her gaze fixating on Miguel's phone, left unattended on the table. Temptation gnawed at her, and she succumbed to curiosity, silently slipping the device into her pocket before Miguel returned.
As Miguel reentered the room, Angel feigned gratitude clutching the hairdryer <<Thank you.>> and then, without a word, she turned on her heel and retreated into her own room, a sly smile curling her lips as she closed the door behind her.

In the privacy of her room, Angel wasted no time in indulging her jealousy. She sat on the edge of the bed, unlocking Miguel's phone and delving into his personal life. Her fingers scrolled through his photos, each image fueling her resentment, her heart burning with envy towards Y/n, the woman who held Miguel's heart.
A sudden call from Y/n interrupted Angel's voyeuristic exploration. Her smirk widened, and she answered the call after deliberately pausing for a moment.
<<Hello?>> Angel spoke, her soft and innocent voice laced with deviousness. <<I'm sorry, but Miguel is sleeping at the moment. You'll have to call back later.>>.
Y/n's confusion echoed through the phone, evident in her voice as she questioned<<Excuse me, who is this?>>
Angel seized the opportunity, her voice brimming with wicked satisfaction. <<Oh, sweetie, I'm Miguel's lover>> she lied brazenly, her words intended to provoke and unsettle Y/n. <<We've been spending a lot of time together on this trip.>>
Y/n's eyes widened. Her voice wavered, a mix of disbelief and anguish evident as her mind raced to make sense of the situation <<Miguel never mentioned you...>>
Angel's laughter danced on the line, her deceit becoming more pronounced. <<Oh, darling, Miguel and I have had some incredible nights. He's been longing for my touch>> she taunted, her words intended to pierce Y/n's heart. And she was doing it.
Angel persisted, her voice sharpened with malice, determined to make Y/n doubt his love for her <<Miguel can't resist the passion we share. He's been yearning for me.>> she spoke. Then she added <<Also you can't speak with him. He is really tired from what we have done. If you get what I mean.>>.
She was implying that they have been together.
Y/n took a deep breath, her voice steadying and trembling as she fought back tears <<I know Miguel. If he had something to say, he would have told me.>>
Angel's laughter echoed through the phone, her satisfaction evident as she reveled in the chaos she had created <<But you know how men are: they never tell the whole truth.>> she taunted again.
Y/n was standing, freezed, as she took a deep breath in. She was disperately trying to hold all of it in <<...Who are you?>>.
<<I'm Angel>>.

Suddently, someone harshly knocked on Angel's door with urge <<Angel. Give it back.>> it was Miguel voice. He knew what she was doing. He knew it too well. He could hear the phone call from behind the door.
Angel smirked to herself as she kept speaking to the phone <<Oh he's awake. Now he is available now.>>.
Y/n was silent, as she was trying to think what she had to do <<No... nevermind.>> she said quietly before abruptly ending the call, leaving Angel satisfied.
Angel opened the door, smiling innocently to Miguel <<What are y->>.
<<Angel before I crush you fucking bones, ¡¿donde carajo esta!?>> he said furiously. She smirked and gave the phone back into his hands <<It was so long since I heard you speak Spanish. It's so attractive.>> she tried to seduce him.
But his gaze was cold and serious <<I am not playing. What have you done?>>  he gets closer in an intimidating way. She crossed her arms with a smirk <<Just told your ex a few words.>>.
<<You are my only ex.>> he hissed as he was confused by her words.
She nodded no with a smirk <<Oh no, I may be the first, but Y/n is the second one.>>.
His eyes widened.
Oh shit.
<<What did you do?>>.