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"Why were you using your phone in the bathroom?" Constanza asked, eying her daughter from head to toe. "Oh, Mom you're awake." She blurted out, trying to divert the topic away from her but her mom's face said otherwise.

"Alright. I was speaking with a lady from Santa Leon, there's a job opportunity there, I wanted it to be a surprise when I finally get the job but since_"

"Oh am really sorry about that," Constanza said, walking slowly as she pulled Camilla into a hug.

"It's okay Mama." She whispered, feeling the tears at the brink of her lashes. She hated lying to her mother, knowing It'd leave her devastated when she finally found out.

"Why isn't Carina here?" She asked as Camilla swallowed hard. "She got so busy at work and couldn't come." She lied again, effortlessly.

"Okay. Thanks for being here." Constanza whispered and hugged her tightly.

*

*

Carina marveled at the sight before her. A huge mansion. She'd stopped staying in a mansion at an early age and it hurt her.

"Welcome home," Lucas whispered as she smiled. He led her into the house, walking before her until they met Monica's nanny.

"Senora et senorita." The feeble woman greeted in Spanish, smiling at Carina.

"Where's Monica?" Lucas asked, his tone going from cool to a hard one. "She went out." The woman replied with an accent that stood standoffish.

"Send her to my study once she gets back." He said before walking up the stairs. Carina followed swiftly, looking around the huge house and the beautiful deco.

She wondered who Monica was, a mistress? His lover? His wife? All these assumptions did not sit well with her, only the need to be his only woman.

*

"Oh I totally forgot I came with someone," Lucas said, offering her an apologetic smile.

"It's no big deal." She replied, taking her seat as he walked towards his shelf, searching for a particular book.

"I don't know anything about you, so who are you?" He asked as she stiffened in her chair.

Her eyes danced around the place before settling over the mahogany table in front of her.

"Am Carina Jones," she paused, leaving her middle name out of it.

"I have a twin sister Camilla, a mother and a father who left us." She said the last part dejectedly as he nodded.

*

*

"You really don't want to know her?" Becca asked for the seventh time that evening as Rooney scoffed.

"What_? Are you trying to play matchmaker?" He demanded as she nodded negatively, sipping her wine with care.

"Am just_" she continued but he cut her short.

"Save it, Rebecca!" He snapped and Immediately, she clamped her mouth shut. He never uses her full name except he's angry and now is a perfect example of that.

The evening went on smoothly with the plan of a new operation and their main target, Lucas.

*******Next morning

Monica walked into the house, smelling of alcohol and staggering as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Nanny Fer shook her head and followed her up.

Ever since Monica's mother died, she has been like a mother to her but now, her behavior is getting out of hand.

"Mi ika." She called, walking into the bedroom as she found her sleeping on the bed.

Her father must not find out about this. she thought, looking around as she walked out. She'd just have to lie to him that Monica is sick.

**********

The next afternoon, after ensuring her mother was fast asleep, Camilla walked out of the room, clutching her bag to her side as she exited the hospital and boarded a cab.

She hoped she wasn't making a rash decision. Her mind drifted to thoughts of her sister who blatantly told her to go to hell when she tried talking to her about their mom.

She closed her eyes and focused on the road. Something in her guts told her it wasn't going to be easy and she hoped it wasn't right.

After some more drives, he finally stopped as she paid and stepped out of the cab. She turned to look at her destination, which was a cafe.

She walked in, her eyes searching around for her target. Becca waved as she smiled and walked over to her.

"Hi." She greeted, sitting opposite her as Becca smiled. "How are you doing Camilla?" She asked, passing some documents to her. "Here, you can look

at it later, that's if_"

"There's nothing to look at, I need to sign," Camilla said, her voice shaking as she feared she might change her mind if she didn't do it now.

"Becca nodded before passing a pen to her. "Remember the rules, what you can, and cannot do." Becca reminded as Camilla nodded.

"Of course." She replied and stood up. "I'll take my leave." She said but Becca held her back.

"Here, it's a credit card from him, he wants you to have it, the payment is there already, I'll inform you of any update." She said as Camilla nodded.

*

*

By the time Monica woke up, it was sunny already but she clearly enjoyed her sleep. She sat up abruptly, recalling she had to give her father feedback on her mission.

She got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom to take her bath. As soon as she dressed up, she walked out of her room, walking down the stairs as she heard someone scream.

She looked around and noticed it was from her father's bedroom. She rolled her eyes, knowing very well it'd be one of the slút in his casino.

"Nanny." She called and hugged the older woman from behind. "Did you enjoy your rest?" Nanny Fer asked as she nodded.

"Who's in there with dad?" She asked as Nanny Fer shrugged.

"You know how he is, I really don't know." She replied and began preparing lunch.

*

*

Carina looked at her sore pûssy but she was satisfied. Lucas drills her even more than some young males. She slid her night dress on and walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen.

"Hi, can I_?"

"Who are you?" Monica asked, eying her skeptically as she moved backward.

"Oh baby, meet Monica my beloved daughter, and_"

"Oh Daddy, humor me that. Beloved?" She asked, chuckling as he sighed.

"Monitor meet Carina, my girlfriend." He introduced as they both nodded.

"Nice to meet you," Carina said as Monica scoffed. "Not nice to meet you, pervert!" She snapped and walked out of the kitchen as nanny fer shook her head.