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She’s a sweet girl, too innocent for the truth she’ll discover once I give her Amalia’s file, and a part of me feels sorry for her.
Because the sister she so wishes to find wants nothing to do with her, and inwardly, I sigh.
What I would have given to have a sibling to carry the burden right along with me and understand my pain like no other. For he or she would have reminded me that no matter what happens or what I’ll do…I’ll have someone on my side.
Someone as eager for revenge and answers as me because we both would have suffered together and shared our agony.
Penelope is in for a big surprise, but that’s none of my business. The only reason I came up with this idea is because her father is friends with Rebecca Esmeralda Cortez, Santiago’s mother. She easily got us an invitation and advised us to wear something nice because it might be a club, but the company is rather…picky.
I put on my best pair of jeans, green blouse, and new leather boots while Penelope picked a pretty dress and still looked unsure when I showed up an hour ago at her hotel room. She blinked in confusion when I told her to stay close and not make any sudden moves. She kept her mouth shut the entire way, and I think her curious nature just tried to understand what awaited her inside.
Since Octavius banned me from their club, I have no idea what hides behind its closed doors either. However, I’ve heard things, and, well…even my cheeks heated, so Penelope might just run away.
The girl is fiercely loyal to her cause and already loves her sister, whom she’s never met, so she is willing to endure any discomfort if it means finding her.
On some level, I relate to her pain and longing akin to the one eating me from the inside out.
Getting out of the car on the sidewalk, I hear Penelope’s driver speak up.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, miss.” The old guy clearly feels protective over her, and who could blame him? Penelope has this vulnerability aura around her that probably awakens a natural protective instinct in men. Something I’ll never inspire in anyone, and my stomach flips at the thought, making me burrow into my coat even tighter.
No need to cry over impossible things. Some girls are destined to be loved by their fathers who shelter them from the hideousness of this world while others…well, we have to deal with whatever life throws our way because no one can protect us.
Somehow, the knowledge doesn’t soothe me, and instead, I think about my father…if he were alive, would I be like Penelope?
Shy, introverted, gentle, and very kind?
I know one thing for sure.
I wouldn’t try to use anyone’s pain to my advantage and practically blackmail them into doing what I want.
Shame fills me when her driver glares at me, and Penelope musters up a smile for him. “It’s okay. You can go home. We’ll catch a cab back.”
“As you wish, miss.” A beat passes. “Should I come tomorrow morning?”
Joy flashes on her face, happiness lighting up her eyes because tomorrow she will go find her sister.
Her dream will come true, and I can’t help but be jealous.
Grinning at him and exhaling a little bit, she replies, “I’ll call you.” He nods, and she gets out, her heels clicking on the asphalt.
Since she looks a bit unstable on them, I grab her elbow, hook my arm through hers, and then drag us to the bouncers, who lift their brows, scanning our appearances from head to toe.
“You lost, ladies?” one of them asks.
I bite on my lip so I wouldn’t tell them what I think about all these displays and get us kicked out before we can even enter.
Penelope shifts uncomfortably, a gust of wind whooshing over us and billowing her locks. Tightening the hold around her velvet jacket, she extends the invitation to them, and they share a look before stepping to the side and letting the lady greet us with a plastered-on fake smile stretching her thin lips. “Good evening, ladies.” She takes the envelope from Penelope, her eyes widening for a fraction of a second before she even opens it, and then she motions with her head toward one of the bouncers. “I hope you’ll have an excellent time.” The bouncer removes the golden rope, allowing us to go inside.
“Thank you,” Penelope barely manages to reply, while I move forward rapidly and thank the gods Santiago has such a great relationship with his parents because their name alone on the invitation is enough to give us all the passes.
But it also means that our names will be in the system soon, and I prefer to get lost in the crowd, or Octavius might pull a fast one on me.
Once in, we walk down the narrow, dark corridor leading to the reception desk lit only by the lights on the floor, giving the place a mysterious vibe, and Penelope shivers next to me. For someone who grew up in wealth, she doesn’t seem to handle the whole exclusivity thing well, but I have no chance to dwell on it much as another woman meets us here behind the desk with the same fake smile. I read the name tag on her chest.
Samantha.
Ah, the infamous hostess. Her temper might rival one of her own, and no one dares to fuck with her because she will have you banned quicker than you’ll have a chance to utter a single word.
