Chapter 135
His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies
âLook at you, so that you can pay attention!â Dario commented after his explanation. I was at the Orlando estate, and we met up again.
It wasnât really that I was paying attention, but I prepared myself for what I was about to do. Should I really look through his office? Was Christian crazy? But then again, Iâm the one who offered my help.
âThis might be a heavy subject for you, but I thought we could maybe visitâ¦the home you grew up in-
âWhat?â I laughed at his hilarious words. âIâm not ashamed of where I come from. I really donât mind going there.â
Even if it wasnât intended to be like that, his words hurt me, which was the last thing I needed at the moment. Not from him. He already hurt me more than enough.
Going against Beauâs happiness meant going against my happiness, and the worst thing was probably that he pretended to be all smiley after he learned the news. He was probably fuming inside.
There were no words to describe how much I was hoping for all of this to be one big misunderstanding. but I knew it wasnât. The little boy in the pictures was undeniably Dario. There was no doubt about that.
Christian said he wasnât a threat to me, but who would even go this far to help me? âDario, do you like me?â I asked. His eyes went big, and he cleared his throat.
âIâm sorry?â He frowned. The question was loud and clear. It was something he shouldâve been able to answer with yes or no. âOf course I like you. Iâm helping you despite my busy schedule so-â
âAnd whatâs this busy schedule of yours?â I pushed him. It was something I had been wondering for a while now. Busy schedule? All he did was ruin Christian and stalk the Lambertiâs as if his life depended on it.
Dario leaned forward and gave me a smirk as I looked away. Why did he have to be that handsome? Why couldnât he just be ugly? It wouldâve made things a whole lot easier.
I ignored the feeling of my beating heart and took a deep breath. Whatever crazy crush I had, it had to end. All of it was a lie, his help, his kindness-all of it. âYouâre very curious, arenât you?â Dario teased as 1 lowered my head.
âI was just wondering. Iâm sorry if I asked you something I shouldnât-â
âThatâs okay.â Dario sighed as he leaned back. âI donât have any secrets from you. Iâm not Christian.â He chuckled. The cheating situation was nothing to joke about, so I couldnât get through my head why he had the nerve to bring it up. âIâm trying to be a better person nowadays. Thatâs my busy schedule.â
Better person? It took me so much not to punch him in the face, or no, it took me so much not to laugh in his face. This was ridiculous. If being obsessed with ruining Christian was part of being this âbetter person.â he seriously needed help.
âSerena, youâre here?â Mauro greeted me as he walked through the door. I put a smile on my face, but my head was spinning. How was I ever going to break into his office?
I knew from the last time I was here that the maids were not present around this time. If I was going to do it, I had to do it now.
âI am. How are you?â I asked politely. âGood, thanks for asking.â Mauro smiled. The same man who seemed so kind and sweet was supposedly no different from Dario. If what Christian said was true, it meant that this man was not Darioâs dad and was probably all part of the plan. Dario thought ahead and didnât want anyone to suspect him, but what he didnât know was that Christian wasnât a match for him.
I looked at the tray of food and drinks in the middle of the table and made up a plan in my head. All I needed was a reason to excuse myself. If I had one, I could go upstairs and head straight to his office.
While Dario was having a deep conversation with Mauro, I grabbed the glass of juice from the tray and dropped it over my dress. âShit.â I gasped as both Mauro and Dario turned their heads to look at me. âAre you okay?â Dario asked, worried. It was just juice.
âIâm so clumsy.â I played along with a pout on my face. Dario chuckled and grabbed a napkin from the table, but I stood up and took a step back. âIâll clean this myself if you donât mind.â I sighed. âItâs see- through, soâ¦â
âOh, yes, sure-no problem,â Dario muttered and took a step back. âI can bring you to one of the bathrooms-
âNo, please donât!â I immediately spoke while the two gave me a confused look. âI mean, I wouldnât want to get in the middle of your busy schedule. You two go ahead and continue your talk.â I smiled.
âIâll find my own way.â
âSure.â Dario shrugged. He was so stupid. There was a possibility of him being a Lamberti, but that was as far it went. He definitely did not share the same brains as the Lambertiâs because if he did, he wouldnât let a stranger walk through his home. That was what I was a stranger.
The thought of the CCTV scared me, but Dario made it very clear that he didnât actually look at the footage. Gaining his trust was so easy that it worried me because I could genuinely not understand how he could only see good in me. I made my way upstairs while the two continued their talk and walked past many doors.
Which one would be his office?
My attention moved to the door at the end of the hallway. Got it.
I wasted no time and walked to the end, but all of my hope disappeared when I found out that the door was locked. That was most likely the reason why he didnât care about what I was doing. The door was locked. I let out a frustrated breath and leaned my head against the door. I needed a code for the lock-which meant this party ended.
Think Serena. I told myself as I went through every bit of information in my head. The big-screen read âthree attempts, which made me worry even more. One screw up, and the alarm would probably go off.
The best option would be to turn around to relay this to Christian somehow and find a better solution, but that was out of the question. Christian probably expected my help, and I would not let him down.
I calmed myself down and took a deep breath before I focused on the lock. All I needed was a code.
Darioâs birth date?
I typed in the numbers and closed my eyes as I waited for good luck, but nothing happened. Of course, it wasnât his birthday. He wasnât that stupid-he couldnât be.
There were two attempts left. I had two more chances, and I could not screw this up.
The day we met?
It seemed strange, but he appeared to have this unhealthy obsession with me, so I was willing to give it a try. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, but I typed in the code as I was waiting for a miracle to happen, but that miracle never came.
It was wrong.
I felt relieved knowing his obsession with me didnât reach as far, but I also felt bothered because I had one last chance. I was taking a big risk, but it was definitely worth it. The sooner we could expose Dario, the sooner my family would finally wake up and see that Christian wasnât the real enemy.
Christian? Waitâ¦it couldnât be?
My eyes went big as I typed in Christianâs birth date. Dario wasnât obsessed with me. He never was-
his real obsession was with Christian.
I prayed to God that this would work out. It was my last chance, so I had to make it work. I closed my eyes. and pushed the button, but when I heard a click, my world felt as if it stopped.
It was correct.
I didnât know whether to be impressed or disgusted because I didnât know how far his obsession with Christian went. From stalking him to involving him in his passcode. Dario âOrlandoâ had some real issues.
âWhat a twisted soul.â I chuckled as I opened the door to the office.
I was finally going to find out the truth about Dario.
The real truth.