𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 🎭

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒐

 
   Finally, we reached that damned company, and we went directly to the board of directors. I knew that I would find her there. We took the elevator to arrive quickly because the Board of Directors was on the fourth floor. Lorenzo was walking in front of me, step by step. I remembered a previous situation. Anyway, my eyes fell on the sign hanging on the door, "Board of Directors." i looked at Lorenzo before pushing the door open

"I believe in you." He said, giving me a look of blind confidence.

I smiled spontaneously for a second before returning my gaze to the door. My facial features changed 360°, and I returned to Valencia two years ago with that cold look and serious, indifferent features. In an instant, I pushed the door forcefully and my gaze fell directly towards her, towards Bianca Torricelli, the uncle's fraudulent wife.

"Didn't they tell you that I am holding a meeting? Leave the hall!" . She was sitting leg over leg in my seat. I am the seat of the business manager, the owner of the company, and the main investor in it. How dare she?

"Exactly, that's why get off my fucking chair now Bianca Torricelli!" . I took my first step into the hall and Lorenzo was right next to me.

"Please, let us finish our meeting and then you can discuss...

A man spoke, and the British accent was evident in his words, but I did not let him finish his words

"Everyone leave now!" . I shouted, clenching my fingers.

"Valencia, keep your limits!" . She raised her voice as she got up from the management chair fiercely.

"Are you deaf? I said Get out of my fucking hall!'" My voice doubled hers. At that moment, I saw the partners get up from their chairs as if they felt disrespected

"This was your last chance, Mrs. Torricelli; but you missed it." One of the partners spoke and closed the door forcefully behind him.

"You'll regret this!" . She pointed her finger at me to warn me, and a spark erupted from her eye.

"Are you trying to steal my last name from me?" . I asked, slamming my hand on the rectangular meeting table.

"I almost burst out laughing, my dear Valencia, what is your last name? And since when have you recognized it? Let me tell you, maybe when you lived in the Acupalco neighborhood in Mexico," she replied, receiving looks of contempt.

"Hmm, point to you, let me tell you that you have been recognizing this name since you were married to my uncle for 25 years while you were a teenager leaving a bar at night after had sex with 10 men. Am I wrong?" . I had to remind her where she was.

"You are crossing all limits! This was not our topic." she shouted

"Was the truth to this degree like swallowing poison? True, our topic is your despicable, even stupid, audacity in thinking that I will be lenient with you in this!" . I took the papers of the sales contract that was on the table.

"You know very well that I am an integral part of this company because my husband has appointed me to do so, in addition to the fact that I own a high percentage of shares due to the rest of the partners here. And my father-in-law, I mean your grandfather, left a will, if you are aware." It grew bigger again.

"What commandment are you talking about? I don't know about it before."

"Oh, I know that you were very close to your grandfather, and this raised your pride, but he did not tell you about the will? Oh, heiress."

"Explain and do not speak in vain. When my grandfather died, I remember that he wrote down the palace and all the companies, factories, and complexes he owned in my name to the notary, and he did not mention you or his malicious son." I don't remember he did.