I Took Her Husband and Son

I spent ten years seducing Mildred Fuentes' son, Philip Fuentes. Then I spent another three years at Kenneth Fuentes' side, until I became the woman he couldn't stop wanting. Mildred had torn my family apart. She was shameless. She was the reason my home was destroyed, the reason I lost everything. And I was going to make her pay. If I had to sell my soul, so be it! If I had to walk hand in hand with the devil, so be it! I would drag her down to hell with me. Philip burst up from the water and caught my ankle in one swift movement. The instant my skin touched the icy pool, a shiver ran through me. "Rita, come in and play!" As he spoke, Philip tugged at my leg and pulled me straight into the pool. "Ah!" I cried out as I fell into the water. Losing my balance so suddenly, I had no choice but to grab onto Philip in a fluster. He let out a chuckle, his broad hand bracing me securely against his chest. Water dripped from the ends of his hair, sliding down past his throat, over his collarbone, and disappearing beneath the surface. Through the water, I could make out the faint lines of his lower abdomen. Annoyed, I smacked his chest lightly. "You scared me!" "Well, whose fault is that?" Philip said. "You kept sitting up there and wouldn't come in." I leaned closer and let my breath brush his ear, soft and sweet. "Swimming is exhausting..." Philip swallowed hard, and for a split second, some memory flashed across his mind, one of those fevered dreams where our bodies were tangled together. The skin beneath his hands seemed to turn scorching hot, so hot he didn't know what to do with himself. His lips parted, as though he wanted to say something, but before he could, I shoved him away. With one turn of my body, I slipped several feet away through the water, then looked back at him with a sly smile. Watching me glide through the pool like a mermaid, free and untouchable, Philip couldn't help chasing after me. I was never going to outswim him, and it wasn't long before he had me boxed back into his space. "Rita... You're being naughty." Philip's clear voice sounded above me, and I deliberately pressed my body against his chest. His whole body locked up. I could feel something hard pushing against me. The moment I realized what it was, I slid my arms around his neck on purpose and pressed myself even closer. As the water rose and fell around us, my body brushed against his in helpless little strokes. My hands rested behind his neck, my fingertips skimming his skin as lightly as feathers. My body glided along the cut of his lower abdomen. Even though I couldn't see it clearly under the water now, I could imagine those lines standing out even more sharply. Philip let out a muffled groan and went completely still, too afraid to move, too afraid I'd notice what was happening to him. But I saw it clearly, the veins standing out along his neck. His breathing had grown heavier too, and every hot exhale landed against my cheek. We just looked at each other like that. In my memory, he was still the little boy who hadn't even reached my shoulder. When had he grown this tall? 'My name is Rita Howell, and I've worked as the president's secretary at Fuentes Group for three years.' 'The man in front of me is Philip, heir to the Fuentes Group.' Eight years ago, Philip snuck out of the villa compound while fooling around and nearly got hit by a truck. I was the one who threw myself into danger to save him. From that day on, he became my little shadow. But all of it was part of my plan. I had waited ten full years for this day. Before I turned seven, I had a happy family too, a gentle mother and a father who doted on me. Then Mildred appeared, and everything changed. She got into my father's bed. For a long, long time after that, I never saw my mother smile again. Later, during an argument, my father shoved her in the heat of the moment. She tumbled down the stairs, and the falling vase struck her straight in the head. That was the day my mother left me forever. My father was taken away for manslaughter. I will never forget the sight of my mother lying in a pool of blood, her eyes still open in death. I became an orphan and was sent to an orphanage. But Mildred, using the money my father had given her, sent herself overseas to polish her image. When she returned, she reinvented herself and married Kenneth, the then-heir to the Fuentes family. A few years later, she gave birth to Philip and became the one every woman in Farilden envied. Wasn't her precious family with a loyal, wealthy husband and a bright, obedient son, the thing she treasured most? If both of them fell for me, if they became obsessed with me, desperate for me, if Kenneth and Philip were driven to turn on each other because of me, what kind of expression would be on her face then? The thought alone was enough to excite me. I could hardly wait to watch her lose everything piece by piece, and then see her face when she finally learned the truth!