Deception's Desire: A Tale of Seduction and Betrayal

"Bitch! What have you done!" snapped a man who had just woken up from his sleep shirtless.

The man stared in shock at the woman sitting next to him on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, with a calm smile on her face.

"It wasn't just me, Ken, we did it last night, don't you remember?" replied the woman, still holding onto the blanket with a wide smile.

Ken, as he was called, glared at the woman before getting up from the bed, putting on a t-shirt that was scattered on the floor. Without saying much, he walked out of the room, which resembled a hotel room.

But before he left, Ken muttered curses at the woman who was still sitting casually on the bed, covered only by the blanket. "You bitch! Just wait for my retaliation!"

The woman, called bitch by the departing man, was named Monica Miller. She chuckled softly upon hearing Ken's curse.

"Haha, he's so funny. Just wait a little longer, Ken, you'll surely be mine soon. Our baby will appear in this belly of mine soon, and after that, you'll surely accept me, even if reluctantly," Monica said, her gaze fixed on the tightly closed hotel room door after Ken slammed it shut.

Monica spoke as she stroked her belly under the blanket, showing no signs of sadness for losing her honor with a man who didn't want her. Instead, Monica was happy, thinking her plan would soon succeed.

Monica was obsessed with wealthy, handsome, and rich men like Kendrick Francisco. She had been pursuing Kendrick since they first met a year ago at an art exhibition downtown.

As a result of their meeting, Monica became infatuated with Kendrick and spent a year trying to win him over in various ways, coincidentally, Kendrick allegedly didn't have a partner.

Apart from being wealthy, handsome, and rich, Monica liked Kendrick because they shared the same hobby of going to art exhibitions and always buying paintings that interested them. Additionally, Kendrick was cold and aloof, which made Monica fall even harder for him and relentlessly pursue him until he was hers. As a result, Monica's excessive feelings turned into obsession.

"Mommy can't wait for your arrival, sweetheart, because with you, Mommy can have your future Daddy," Monica murmured with her crazy smile. She was extremely confident that her plan would succeed one hundred percent.

Monica got up from the bed with the blanket wrapped around her small body before picking up the scattered clothes on the hotel room floor.

She winced slightly as she slowly walked towards the bathroom inside the hotel room, which was understandable since it was Monica's first time having marital relations.

Although it hurt, Monica didn't regret at all for having physical intimacy with the man she loved. In fact, Monica felt very happy because Kendrick was her first man.

Monica's hope was for her belly to soon be graced with a baby from her actions with Kendrick, so that Kendrick would feel responsible and marry her.

In the bathroom, Monica looked at herself in the mirror. She tidied her messy hair before smiling crazily again.

"Ah, I can't wait for Kendrick to truly be mine," Monica murmured confidently.

The woman was able to be so confident because she believed Kendrick would surely take responsibility, as if Monica admitted her pregnancy to him or his family, it would surely force Kendrick to marry Monica. And Monica was convinced of that.

Monica had also planned her next steps if she was indeed declared pregnant.

Once again, Monica stroked her belly with a wide smile before cleaning herself and soaking for a while to alleviate the pain in her feminine area.

***

"Damn it!" cursed a man who was none other than Kendrick. He had just arrived at his own apartment. This time, he decided to go home to his apartment instead of his actual home at the Francisco residence.

Kendrick angrily slammed his bedroom door shut, causing a sound that startled the whole house. Fortunately, he lived alone in his apartment.

"That bitch dared to trap me!" growled Kendrick, his fists clenched tightly after roughly kicking off his shoes in any direction.

He ran his hands through his messed-up hair. Kendrick was furious because he just realized he had been intimate with a woman he considered cheap, who had been with many men. Yes, in Kendrick's eyes, Monica was a promiscuous woman craving affection, utterly despicable.

"Arrghhhh!" Kendrick's shout filled his often silent room. He was furious because, like Monica, it was also his first time, but unfortunately, Kendrick knew Monica as a promiscuous woman who liked changing partners.

Kendrick kicked anything around him roughly, making a mess of his room. He vented all his anger in this way.

Kendrick despised Monica, who he still saw as a stranger who suddenly approached him. Besides being promiscuous, Kendrick also labeled Monica as a gold digger, pursuing him for his money. So Kendrick thought Monica approached him because of his status as a successful young businessman.

"That woman is truly cunning. I hope what I fear won't actually happen," muttered Kendrick before entering the bathroom and cleaning himself roughly, as if he had just been contaminated with something extremely vile or filthy.

Kendrick spent about an hour in the bathroom, cleaning himself repeatedly until his skin became slightly wrinkled from being in the water for too long. But then he emerged from the bathroom dressed in casual clothes with wet hair. However, Kendrick's face still looked weary, as if he was still holding back his anger.

"If what I fear happens, I'll make sure Mommy and Daddy don't find out, and I refuse to be asked to take responsibility," muttered Kendrick, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Kendrick's mind was filled with possibilities of what might happen later if Monica indeed became pregnant because, as far as Kendrick remembered, they didn't use any protection.

Flashback on

"How about it? Have you brought me the medicine?"

The question came from Monica, who was now speaking to a woman dressed all in black and wearing a mask. They were in the restroom of a nightclub filled with booming music, which could still be heard even in the restroom.

The woman Monica asked reached into her pocket without much talk and inquired, "Got it! Just as you wanted, Mon. Just slip one in because it works quickly, but if you want it faster, you can put in two at once, but it's better to stick with one if you don't want him to go wild." Her explanation wasn't finished, but it was interrupted by a light chuckle from the woman with Monica.

And Monica joined in with a soft laugh, patting the shoulder of the woman in front of her. "Ha! You know me too well, Zar," she replied. She mentioned the name of the woman in front of her, Zara.

In essence, Zara is a close friend of Monica's who has always been able to help her whenever, including in approaching Kendrick over the past year.

"I was just kidding, Mon, I know this is your first time," Zara replied as she slipped a small plastic containing the medicine into the pocket of Monica's shirt.

Monica laughed again at her friend's words. "Haha, you really do understand me, Zar," she replied.

"Is it done? You better approach Kendrick now before he leaves," whispered Zara softly near Monica's ear.

They were indeed in the restroom, but they were only outside, so they still moderated their voices because they didn't know if there were any hidden CCTV cameras there or not.

"Got it, I'll go now, Zara."

"Good luck, Monica!" Zara said once more before Monica truly left, walking away casually and not looking suspicious at all.

Zara remained alone, then also exited the restroom after five minutes had passed since Monica left, glancing around briefly as she left the restroom.

Meanwhile, Monica began to walk toward a man in a shirt with both sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and yes, that man was Kendrick, who happened to be sitting with one of his friends.

Kendrick seemed to be simply observing the crowd dancing joyfully as if there were no worries, his gaze appearing uninterested, indicating that he wasn't interested in joining the crowd at all.

Monica stopped in her tracks when she was near the bar table not far from Kendrick's position.

"Shit! How do I give him this medicine? And his friend is still there," Monica cursed inwardly, her eyes constantly watching Kendrick who remained seated calmly. Monica squinted her eyes with her gaze fixed on Kendrick, who seemed silent after finishing a small glass of alcohol.

"I don't think he'll ever drink until he's drunk, there's no way I'm waiting here until he's really had too much to drink, right?" Monica murmured very softly before her eyes glanced towards the bartender who was serving at the bar.

Monica continued to rack her brains to find a way to slip the medicine she got from Zara so that she could get Kendrick to drink it without being caught.

Monica remained silent for a moment, her eyes briefly glancing towards the bartender there before she decided to approach the bartender.

"Damn!" Monica muttered under her breath as she just realized Kendrick was standing up from his seat.

Monica quickly hid when she noticed which direction Kendrick was heading towards, as Kendrick walked towards the bar table, making Monica instantly alert. After all, she was now positioned near the bar table, afraid of being caught by Kendrick.

"Order another drink and bring it to my table!"

Monica could hear Kendrick's commanding voice to the bartender nearby. Instantly, Monica came up with a brilliant new idea, pulling the corner of her lips into a sly smirk.

"Hold it together, Monica," Monica thought to herself as she watched Kendrick slowly walking back towards his previous seat.

After making sure Kendrick had indeed sat back down, Monica casually strolled closer to the bar table to avoid looking suspicious.

"Excuse me, Sir, I'd like to order a non-alcoholic drink," Monica said calmly as she took a seat. Her eyes occasionally glanced at Kendrick to keep an eye on him.

"Alright, Miss, just wait a moment," replied the bartender. Monica simply nodded and continued to watch the bartender preparing Kendrick's drink.

Monica quietly took out the medication from her shirt pocket. She slowly opened the powder medication while keeping an eye on Kendrick's freshly made drink, placed not far from her.

Monica waited for the bartender in front of her to make her drink before she rose and approached Kendrick's drink, holding the powder medication given by Zara.

Quick as lightning, Monica did it before returning to her seat after she slipped the powder medication into Kendrick's drink. Monica followed Zara's advice to only put in one.

"Here's your drink, Miss, please enjoy," said the relieved bartender, who had just turned around after Monica discreetly carried out her action.

"Thank you," replied Monica, then pretended to take a sip before she glanced back at the glass that the bartender was now carrying to Kendrick's table. Fortunately, the drink indeed belonged to Kendrick, and Monica hadn't made a mistake.

"Gotcha!" Monica muttered with a pleased smile, seeing Kendrick accept the alcohol drink she had spiked with an aphrodisiac. Yes, the drug given by Zara was the perfect aphrodisiac for Monica's plan.

Monica continued to wait until Kendrick finished the drink she had spiked with the aphrodisiac.

After Kendrick had finished it all, Monica casually left the bar table after paying for the drink she had only halfway consumed.

"It's time to act," Monica thought with a sly smile before she reached the chair where Kendrick was sitting.

"Hey Kendrick, didn't expect to see you here," Monica greeted warmly with a wide smile. Without waiting for permission, she sat down next to Kendrick.

Kendrick glanced at Monica's arrival with disinterested eyes. Meanwhile, the man with Kendrick looked at Monica curiously.

"Hi, are you Kendrick's friend?" Monica continued to greet Kendrick's friend amiably.

"Uh, yeah," Kendrick's friend replied.

Monica was about to speak again, but she held back when someone else approached, calling Kendrick's friend. "I'll leave you two alone, Ken, see you," said Kendrick's friend, bidding goodbye to Monica as well before leaving Kendrick and Monica alone.

"Oh my, I've been given a golden opportunity by God," Monica thought with joy because she didn't need to bother finding a way to approach Kendrick since the situation had already given her the chance and opportunity.

"Ken–"

Monica stopped her sentence when she saw Kendrick fidgeting in his seat.

"Ken, what's wrong?" Monica pretended not to know.

"Hot," mumbled Kendrick, closing his eyes while continuing to fidget. Seeing him made Monica smirk slyly.

"You'd better come with me, so you won't feel hot anymore. It seems like the atmosphere here is making you overheated," Monica replied softly, trying to get Kendrick to stand up from there.

And it worked, somehow the drug also affected Kendrick to the point where he followed whatever Monica said, until Monica led Kendrick away to one of the rooms in the club, a room she had booked in advance.

Flashback off

"Where have you been?" asked a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful, blocking Monica's path as she was about to enter her house.

Monica abruptly halted her steps, the woman looked at the middle-aged woman who blocked her path with disapproval.

"That's none of your business!" Monica replied firmly and bravely. The woman completely ignored the response of the woman in front of her, as it was completely irrelevant to her.

"Monica! Watch your mouth! I'm still your mother! How disrespectful!" snapped the middle-aged woman who blocked Monica's path. The woman referred to herself as Monica's mother.

Monica's response, however, seemed relaxed. The woman laughed disdainfully at what the woman in front of her said.

"Mother? So you still acknowledge yourself as my mother?" Monica asked with a laughter that still sounded annoying to the woman in front of her.

Miranda Miller, that's the name of the woman who now showed a facial expression full of emotions with both hands clenched to control her emotions due to Monica's words. The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful and youthful was indeed Monica's biological mother, and Monica despised her own biological mother.

Monica's disdain wasn't without reason, she behaved as she pleased towards Miranda because of Miranda's own habit of cheating. And to make matters worse, Monica's father had already passed away, and his death was caused by a heart attack due to finding out the fact that Miranda had cheated on him.

But instead of repentance and stopping her bad habits, Miranda became even worse after Monica's father's departure.

Monica was an only child, so she embraced her own wounds, she often behaved antagonistically and cunningly just to cover up her wounds.

"Monica! How dare you speak like that!" Miranda snapped again with a face full of anger.

Monica chuckled sardonically. "Why wouldn't I dare?" she said casually before she quickly passed Miranda and left.

"Monica! Stop! I'm not done talking to you!" shouted Miranda with full of emotions until she shouted calling Monica who didn't care and continued walking towards the upstairs to her room.

"Damn it! The ungrateful child!" cursed Miranda harshly, even uttering curses that should not be uttered by a mother.

With emotions, the woman stepped out of the house with a neat and glamorous appearance, her steps audible because she was wearing quite high heels.

Outside the house, Miranda entered the car that had just arrived in her housing area. The woman's face instantly changed when she faced a man younger than her.

"Why did it take so long, darling?" asked the man sitting in the driver's seat.

"Just usual, honey, I was dealing with my increasingly disrespectful daughter," replied Miranda with a sweet smile mixed with a glance that still implied emotions.

The man sitting next to Miranda looked calm as he smiled, gently stroking Miranda's hair. "Relax, honey, don't always let your emotions get the better of you when dealing with your daughter."

Miranda nodded and smiled sweetly. "Yes, dear."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Monica was now standing on her balcony, her eyes still staring at the car that her mother had entered until the car disappeared from her housing area.

"Ugh! Such trash!" Monica scoffed cynically. She didn't hesitate to curse her own mother, whether directly in front of her or without her mother's knowledge.

Monica was truly fed up with her own mother who had become exactly like a cheap woman. In fact, in one month Monica could see three different men who were always brought home by her mother.

Several times Monica had admonished her, but Miranda remained the same, which made Monica tired of admonishing her own mother.

"Ugh!" Monica groaned roughly as she wiped her face before leaving her balcony and going inside.

She decided to lie down on the bed, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling with meaningful eyes. Her head was filled with various problems she was facing.

"I miss Daddy," murmured Monica, her eyes slowly filling with tears as if wanting to cry.

In this solitude, Monica always remembered all the problems she faced, whether it was her increasingly unclear family problems or her love life problems. Monica truly loved Kendrick, but unfortunately, she was too obsessed with having the man she loved and her ways were wrong.

Monica's defenses crumbled, and she instantly burst into tears because she couldn't hold back her tears anymore when she was alone without any friends or companions. Mother? Monica no longer expected love from her own mother.

Even if Monica had enough savings, she planned to leave this house full of memories.

*Ding dong*

Just as Monica wanted to continue her crying for a moment, but as if God didn't allow it because Monica had to reluctantly leave her room due to the sound of the doorbell pressed by someone who was surely a guest.

But before opening the door for the guest, Monica tried to remove the traces of tears that filled her face as much as possible. Fortunately, she had only cried for a short while, so it didn't make her face puffy.

"Huff!" Monica took a rough breath before roughly wiping her tear-stained face. She did that as she walked away from her room and descended the stairs.

"Ugh! It's you!" Monica grunted as she opened her door and immediately saw a woman who was not unfamiliar to her.

"Hehe, who were you expecting? Kendrick?" asked the guest, who turned out to be Zara.

Monica snorted harshly when she saw Zara's smile, as if mocking her. "Stop smiling like that or I'll kick you out of here!" she replied firmly, mixed with annoyance.

"And who would even expect Kendrick to come?" Monica continued casually.

"Sorry, Monica, hehe, who knows, maybe you were hoping for that," replied Zara with a mischievous smile.

Monica snorted again, shaking her head. "Whatever! Come in!" As usual, Monica ushered her friend in with a commanding tone like that.

"Just sit there for a moment, I'll get you a drink," Monica said after Zara sat down on the living room sofa.

Zara just nodded. "No need to bother, Monica, I'm used to not being treated to anything by you," replied the woman jokingly.

Monica didn't respond to her crazy friend's words, she just rolled her eyes lazily before leaving Zara alone in the living room.

Shortly after, Monica returned from the kitchen with drinks and snacks. The woman sat beside Zara with a sour face, apparently Monica couldn't shake off the problems filling her mind.

"Thank you, my dear," Zara replied with a grin, taking the glass of drink.

Monica responded only with a grunt before Zara spoke up to start the conversation.

After drinking, Zara tapped Monica's thigh twice to fully draw Monica's attention to her. "By the way, how was last night? I asked you via message but you haven't replied yet. Were you so busy with Kendrick that you forgot about me?" said Zara, who couldn't be controlled and was blunt in saying that.

Hearing Zara's question related to Kendrick made Monica's sour face turn enthusiastic in an instant.