Episode 6

ANDRESSA

I grew up watching my mother cry and lament because my father left her for his mistress. She wasted away until she died.

Joseph always deposited the money in our account, but he never asked how my mother was doing. Everything good was always for his mistress Louise and their daughter Marcele.

Every weekend, every birthday of Marcele, my hatred only grew.

On my birthday, I barely received a happy birthday; on hers, there were parties fit for a princess.

My mother passed away, and Joseph didn't show any reaction, as if he had never even been married to my mother. He had no consideration for me, he put me to live in a penthouse of one of his hotels; that was all he did for me.

When Louise died I celebrated a lot; every time I saw Joseph suffering was another joy for me.

Francisca, my best friend, and Arturo, a very loyal friend, we came up with a plan, and I managed to get Francisca a job at Joseph's mansion, and she followed through with our plan to put poison in the water she took to Joseph's room every night.

In less than two years of being poisoned, he died. I popped champagne and wanted to shout my happiness to the world.

I paid the medical examiner to put multiple organ failure on the reports.

The fool didn't leave a will, all the better for me. I took over all the family business; it was the first thing I did.

I took my stupid little sister to live with me because my dream has always been to torment her life. That airhead, it gave me years of fun.

I sold the mansion that the margarine tub family lived in and began my plan of revenge against Marcele until I found some documents that were stored on a pen drive. The old man was richer than I imagined and he was giving me a pittance of an allowance; almost an insult.

Francisca was in charge of finding out who would be interested in the North Side. I heard there were several cartels and a mafia. The first to come to me was Bordini, and he paid me 2.5 million pesos for pathetic little Marcele.

I gave a good amount to Francisca and Arturo for helping me with this.

ANDRESSA - KKK, I'm imagining Marcele in bed with Bordini now. The poor little virgin and the disgusting old man. This is too good; better than a Mexican soap opera.

FRANCISCA - You are so mean.

ANDRESSA - We are, my dear.

Suddenly, we heard a noise; there were voices when I left the office, I came face to face with Bordini who slapped me in the face that I ended up losing my balance and falling.

ANDRESSA - Are you crazy?

ESTEBAN - I was crazy when I did business with you, a low woman without scruples, who was able to sell her own sister just to set me up, you bitch, now you are going to give me back everything I paid for that bitch.

I got up, stroking my face, feeling a horrible taste of blood in my mouth. Bordini's thugs were holding Francisca; they must have taken out the hotel security. My guards are good men, and Bordini's are cartel soldiers; they don't play around.

ANDRESSA - Can you calm down and explain to me what is going on because so far I haven't understood anything. You got here hitting me and yelling, where is Marcele?

ESTEBAN - Oh, you mean you don't know where your little sister is? Well, I'll tell you now, Miguel Martinez broke into my house and took your sister and I just got this piece of shit photo.

He rubbed his cell phone in my face, I took his hand away, and took the cell phone to see the photo properly, and it was Marcele dressed in a wedding dress; she looked like a princess, next to the most feared man in Mexico; the owner of the biggest mafia; this man commands the country, and my damn sister is married to him, she has become as powerful as he is.

I can't stand seeing Marcele happy, she can't get away with this. In a fit of hysteria, I threw Bordini's cell phone against the wall; I started to break everything in sight; all the vases, the Chinese porcelain.

ANDRESSA - DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU.

Bordini came up to me, suffocating me, slapping me a few more times.

His men pulled him off me, and he left threatening me that this wasn't going to stay this way; I was going to pay dearly.

What did Marcele have with this Miguel Martinez? Where did she meet this man? Marcele's whole life has been trapped in this apartment. She has never had access to a phone. Since her father died, nobody knows about my business with Bordini except Francisca and Arturo.

ANDRESSA - It was you, Francisca. You betrayed me, you bitch!

FRANCISCA - Of course not, Andressa, you're crazy. We're in this together. If you fall, I'll be left holding the bag too.

ANDRESSA - Then it was Arturo. It could only have been him. How did Martinez know about this marriage?

At that moment, Arthur walked in all bruised, with a black eye, coughing, and collapsed on the couch, moaning in pain.

ANDRESSA - It was you, wasn't it? You sold the information to Martinez?

ARTURO - What Martinez? Are you crazy? I don't know this man, and it's not that easy to get to him. I still don't understand why Bordini came in here hitting everyone, ordering those thugs to terrorize this place.

FRANCISCA - Andressa, they just called from the front desk, we are losing a lot of guests.

ANDRESSA - Miguel Martinez kidnapped Marcele from Bordini's house and married her. That bitch is now more powerful than all of us.

I don't know what's worse: having Bordini as an enemy or knowing that Marcele could retaliate against me at any moment.

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