The Devil's Love For The Heiress

Chapter 38

Chapter 38:

A Good Friend Earlier that evening, in the kitchen of Alexander’s home.

Lemuel’s brows met, seeing how Kendra appeared to be preparing glasses of wine, but more than that, she seemed to be concentrated on one glass alone.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Mister Jenkins said I could get a beer?” Kendra was startled when he made his presence known, and her face looked liable. Oh, he was familiar with that guilty look,

alright. He was a former marine, after all.

Another thing he noticed was how Kendra’s eyes scanned the floor when she answered him, searching for something. As she did, Lemuel’s gaze returned to the three glasses on the tray and an open bottle of wine, and he squinted. ” The wine was already chilled, and Lemuel saw Carlos and Alexander holding a wine glass each. He thought, ‘There was no reason for Kendra to prepare more glasses when they were drinking the same kind of win… Unless… she was spiking the drinks. Kendra had those bottle service tray-type which allowed her to carry everything independently. So when she could not find what she was looking for, she just left.

Seeing Kendra gone, Lemuel inspected the countertop and found traces of powder. Recalling Kendra frantically examining the floor, he checked the floors but found nothing. He shifted his attention to the countertop and found what Kendra was presumably looking for. It was a capsule of an illegal drug. ‘Who was she trying to drug? Her own boyfriend? Herself?’ Because he could not pass judgment that early, he decided to assess the situation. Passing by the dining area, he signaled Carlos to check his phone, all while carrying four cans of beer. They were already used to their hand signals. It was part of what Lemuel taught Carlos in cases of emergency. In the living room, he texted Carlos; (Kendra put a drug on one drink. Could be yours. Stop drinking. Find an excuse to get to the living room with me.

Evaluate her actions too.) From the dining table, Carlos stilled, reading the text. It was a good thing. He only had two small sips so far. However, he contemplated. ‘Who would Kendra drug? Me or Alex?’

Carlos pretended to take another sip, but then he noticed how Kendra was eyeing his glass. He had that dreadful feeling; it was his drink that had been spiked. When Kendra encouraged him to finish his wine, he felt suspicious of her more.

From then on, he and Lemuel exchanged text messages, continuously plotting. Eventually, Carlos got Kendra to return to the kitchen, requesting a plater of cheese. When Kendra left, Carlos excused himself, bringing his glass of wine with him. He poured the contents into another container, and then Lemuel delivered it to Rey, a police undercover posing as one of Carlos’ bodyguards. Carlos acted to feel dizzy, and while he did take two sips and felt a bit of the drug’s effect, it wasn’t enough to erase his awareness. He still had control of his body. When Alexander helped him to the guestroom, Carlos was worried sick. What was another reason to drug a man? He could only think of one reason. If this was all Kendra’s plan, he feared how his friendship with Alexander would be affected.

His heart raced as he lay in bed, waiting for what will happen. Eventually, he heard the door creaking, and he shut his eyes, supposing to be unconscious. Carlos felt somebody climbing on top of the bed, but what alerted him was the familiar voice that called his name.

“Carlos, I love you so much.” His eyes opened in an instance to the recognition of Hailey Mckenzie.

“Hailey?! The hell! This was your plan?” His voice raised in anger as he got up from the sheets. His nose flared as he grabbed her by the arm and said, “You dragged Kendra into this?”

While pulling Hailey out the door, Carlos added, “Didn’t I warn you already?” “Ah! Carlos, you are hurting me! Let me go!” she screamed because Hailey saw the rage in Carlos’ eyes. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

While Lemuel banged on Alexander’s room, Carlos kept yelling at Hailey, “I tried, Hailey. I

swear I tried to look past what you did, but you had gone too far! I will take you to the police and report you!” It was at that point that Hailey begged for leniency. She could not lose her career because of a felony charge. She at least had a steady modeling job while helping her father with the family business. However, when Carlos stood by his decision, Hailey sought answers. She could not accept that Carlos would deny her. She was a beautiful woman who came from a wealthy family. Many guys wanted her, but why couldn’t Carlos return her affection? Having so many pent-up emotions over the years, she retorted, “Why? Why? Why couldn’t you just take me? Any man would! Is it still because of Kate?” Hailey kept count of all the things she and her father did for Carlos, and at the end, she asked, “Why couldn’t you just love me? Even just for an ounce?!”

“Why are you so cruel, Carlos? Why?” She added.

At that point, Hailey was already hysterical. In her opinion, she did so much for Carlos, but despite it all, he never loved her. Ultimately, she received the answer she already knew, and the truth completely shattered her heart.

Carlos said, “I have no more to give… because I gave all my love to Kate!”

The moment Carlos said those words, Hailey broke down in tears, and for the rest of that night, after being held in Alexander’s home and transported to the police station, she remained to sob.

While the formal charges were being raised against her and Kendra, she said no word. She only concluded that her hardship was someone else’s fault – Kate Wright. ‘That’s right. Everything is your fault, Kate. You never loved Carlos the way I did, but you still took him away from me.’

‘I’m going to get back at you… just you wait and see.’

***

Late in the morning, Carlos received an update from Rey and Fred. They were the police officers who were serving as his bodyguards. They were the same arresting officers who took Hailey and Kendra into custody. “Sir, Kendra, and Hailey were detained for possession of an Illegal substance. The judge will review the case, and we will get feedback eventually of the trial or whatever decisions inade for

their fines,” Fred revealed. “However, I’d just like to let you know that Mister William Mckenzie was there to negotiate a bail.”

Fred’s eyes wandered to Alexander. Carlos’ practice partner followed Carlos to his penthouse, still utterly aghast by his girlfriend’s actions. He was both in denial and reluctant about putting his girlfriend in jail, but then again, he recognized how she was in the wrong. “Sir Jenkins, Kendra’s parents, also came to see her. They will also negotiate with the judge for a bail.”

“For how long can they be locked up?” Carlos asked. “It depends on the judge, Sir,” Fred admitted. “Standard penalty according to the law is between six months to one-year imprisonment for the kind of substance they carried.” Carlos groaned in dismay but recognized that Hailey and Kendra were first- time offenders. Not only that, they weren’t users. Plus, he was sure William would work his way with the judge. Money was not a problem for William too. He sighed, “I just hope this was lesson enough for her.” Turning to Alexander, Carlos cautiously asked, “Alex? Are we still good?”

Alexander just nodded. He weakly replied, “I – I just can’t believe it. Don’t worry, mam. I’m always by your side. I’ll learn to accept this soon.”

Last night, after Alexander argued with his girlfriend, he spat out the words he had no courage to say in the past, telling Kendra he was done with her. Still, it hurt him. A big part of him wanted to beg Carlos not to make a formal complaint, but he also knew Kendra needed to learn her lesson.

Alexander’s mouth parted. He lazily suggested, “Maybe… maybe this was meant to be. We argued a lot.” Carlos nodded. “She complains about my traveling a lot,” Alexander added. “Demands a lot of my

time.” Carlos supplemented, “She parades you like a trophy and not like her lover. We debated this before, and my opinion still stands. Alex, you deserve someone better… I won’t hate you if you take her side, but I would forever cherish our friendship if you stick by me.”

In the next hour, Alexander wandered around Carlos’ penthouse, his head filled with thoughts, his chest thoroughly congested. When he settled on the living room balcony, he made his decision. He sought after Carlos in his room, saying, “I’ll chaperone you to the French Open finals… and I’ll crash in your house in Braeton?”

Carlos was packing his bag when Alexander walked in on him. A smile formed on his face, and he said, “Thank you, Alex… You really are a good friend to me.”

“I could say the same thing to you, mam,” Alexander said back, and then he laughed. “And you can prove it when you let me beat you one day.” The two friends laughed before they both prepared to leave for Braeton,