He stomped his feet to his home office. He clenched his jaw together as his fists tightened. She was a little girl. That was the mantra he kept telling himself. He can't lust over her, and they both know it. He had a mission to accomplish, and he couldn't let anyone get in the way. If he has to end her like how he ended Aaron's parents' lives then he would do that. He sat on his leather chair, his fingers resting on his chin. He caressed it. The last woman he had feelings for loved someone else. Esmeralda Gibson was his first love and his forever love. But she had to fall for that moron. Milo. She shouldn't have fallen for that arranged marriage and she shouldn't have borne his child. Now look where it led them. Six feet. He would do that again. And he knew who was next, Amanda. He had feelings for her, however, it was not love.
" Oh, Esmeralda. If only you could love me back. You wouldn't have died in that plane crash. If only you had borne my child, you wouldn't have left my side." He threw his head back and sighed. " I guess tonight is the night I end her life, then", he said to himself.
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The faint sound of rain echoed in the house. Fernando slips into the shadows. He opened her door gently-no dramatic sound. He leaned on the door frame with his arms crossed. Amanda stared in her sleep as she hugged the duvet like her life depended on it. He pulled himself away and walked towards her bed. Fernando stood at the edge of the bed, silent. His shadow spread across her body. For a long time, he only watched. The ruse and fall. The shallow breath. The woman who had turned lives into ruins. He bent towards her.
" Good night, Bella. It was nice working with you."
His breath hit her face. Amanda stirred, her lashes fluttering. But before she could open her eye, the pillow pressed down. Her gasp was muffled, trapped in cotton. Her hands flew up, clashing, thrashing, but Fernando's grip was unyielding. He leaned all his weight, his jaw locked, watching her body buck beneath the sheets. The struggles lasted seconds that stretched like hours. Her nails scraped his arms. Her muffled cries filled the room with a suffocating symphony. Slowly, inevitably, the fight weakened. Her movement faltered, her body spasmed and stilled.
Fernando didn't move the pillow immediately. He waited. He wanted certainty. When silence finally swallowed the room, he lifted it. Staring at her lifeless face. There was no triumphant expression, no rage left. Only a hollow calm.
"Good night, Bella."He muttered, dropping the pillow on her chest.
"It's over.