Chapter 3 3

The sleek, black Porsche stopped in front of a big and luxurious hotel. "Sir, we are here," the driver informs the person sitting inside the car with a cold expression on his face. The driver immediately got out of the car and opened the door for the person to come out.

As soon as the door got open, lights started flashing as all the cameras' focus was on the door, waiting for the person to come out. The person put his foot on the floor as everyone held their breaths, and the media and paparazzi were waiting for him to come out.

His shoes shone as one could see its face on it. In one swift motion, there he stood, looking like a Greek god with his well-built body, which was underneath an elegant greyish suit, which looked a hundred times better after he wore it.

He adjusted his coat and Rolex as the media and paparazzi flashed lights on him. The bodyguards made them stand at a distance. He started walking further as the reporters bombarded him with many questions, which he didn't even get bothered to reply to. He was none other than Pedro Fernando

Pedro

I stepped inside the hotel and went to the hall. As soon as I entered, everyone got silent, and a bunch of sluts oggled at me before I gave them my hard stare, making them gulp, which made me smirk. I walked further as some people from the business approached me, and I got busy.

"Mr Fernando!" I mentally cursed the person as I turned around to find Thomas Black. One of the minor businessmen with a chick in just a piece of cloth, looking at me with her lustful eyes. Oh, how I want to rip her head apart in front of so many people.

"It is pleasurable to meet you," he spoke as I nodded my head. "Meet my daughter Amelia Black," he said. Ohh, so this bitch is the daughter of this bastard. She forwarded her hand for a handshake as I looked at it with a boring expression before glancing at her face.

She put her hands back when she didn't get a reply from me as they nervously let out a laugh before Thomas spoke. "Mr Fernando, Santos is going to give his speech in a few minutes," he said as I hummed before parting ways away from him. Santos Jones was the hoister of this event.

I stood at the area of the bar and drank a shot before my breath got hitched as my eyes landed on a girl standing at the entrance in between a lady who looked a little similar to her and Vincent Brown, the greatest and most brilliant lawyer in New York. She observed the hall with her brown eyes as it shone, making something ignite inside me.

She wore an elegant red dress which reached her knee and a pair of sandals with her long black hair open and a little makeup over her flawless skin, making her look so adorable.

She blushed and clutched the lady's hand tightly as I got the urge to protect her from everyone. Most of the women here are almost naked, but she was looking breathtaking in just a simple and full dress. Everyone stared at her, making her feel embarrassed as her ears and cheeks turned red.

How will it feel to bite them?

I smirked at the thought as my eyes were stuck on her as she walked with Vincent and his wife. She was looking at everything with curiosity, just like a kitten. My kitten

Something powerful burnt inside me at the thought of it, but soon she was out of my sight. I drink another shot of wine as the burning sensation remains in my throat, but her face was coming to my mind again and again.

Her brown eyes, in which I want to be drowned. Her cheeks, which I want to caress forever, and that button nose. Her lips, from which I want to suck the life out of her. She was like a shiny star in my lightless life. A shiny little star. My star

At this point I know that she has gotten herself in trouble because she has become mine since I laid my eyes on her. A thought crossed my mind, making me smirk.

'You'll be mine, little star.'

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Martina and her parents were walking in a direction, and she was busy looking at her surroundings keenly. Suddenly they stopped, and she gave attention to the reason and found a man with a woman who was his wife in front of them as Vincent shook his hand with the man.

"Welcome, Vincent," that man said as Martina stared at him curiously while keeping herself quiet and holding her mother's hand like a five-year-old child. "Meet them; she is my wife, Isabella Brown, and she is my daughter, Martina Brown," Vincent said while gesturing as the man and woman looked at them.

Isabella and Martina smiled before Vincent spoke again "He is Santos Jones and his wife, Raechel." They listened quietly. "Hello," Isabella said as Raechal replied with the same gesture.

"Hi, Uncle and Aunty," Martina said, catching the four of their attention, and the Jones couple cooed at her smiling face, making her cheeks to heat up again. "She is so adorable, Isabella," Raechal spoke as she chuckled, making Martina blush profusely.