Deep love: insatiable lover

Matthew’s eyes became stern as he saw what was in front of him.

His dirty, half-length hair covered half his face, so Mateo still didn’t know it was Orlando, the man he had been following.

Only this was the man who had committed the murder and Candy was the unfortunate hostage who had been captured.

Before going inside, Mateo called Dylan.

It was important to ensure the lady’s safety until the gentleman arrived.

Mateo hung up the phone, pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.

With a cold, hostile stare at the man holding Cecilia, he asked

-What does this man want?

At the sound of the familiar voice, Orlando slightly pursed his lips into a strange, sinister smile. He knew Mateo couldn’t tell that he looked the same now.

Thinking he owed his tormented appearance to Dylan, Orlando’s knife hand couldn’t help but move closer to Cecilia.

The sharp blade pierced her white neck and the pain made Cecilia’s face pale, but the girl said nothing, she was calm.

Mateo’s eyes flashed with hostility at the sight of Cecilia’s injury. Orlando’s gaze grew colder and colder, as if he was staring at a lifeless piece of shit.

-If you hurt him again, I’ll make sure you die?

-As good as dead?

Orlando spoke, his voice eerily hoarse and eerie to the ears.

Suddenly he laughed softly, a bloodcurdling laugh that sounded like the scraping of fingernails against a smooth wall, and sent shivers down the spine.

-What’s the difference between him looking like a ghost now and him being worse than dead?

Orlando looked up as he spoke, and Matthew’s heart sank as he revealed a face so thin that his cheekbones stood out and littered.

It was Orlando as Santiago!

I can’t believe it’s him!

-What, Mateo seems surprised to see me?

Orlando scoffed.

-How did you get back to Peaceful City?

-How else would the punk under his thumb recognise me when I’m in this bloody state. Heh, but it took me a few tricks to get back, and he got me in here to get Dylan’s daughter. Don’t you think I’m lucky?

After nearly six months of displacement and humiliation, Orlando’s mind was twisted.

All he wanted was revenge and to make Dylan feel what it was like to fight in hell.

Was he not so attached to his child? Then he would capture his daughter and torture her so severely in front of him that Dylan would suffer and bring him to his knees begging for mercy.

-You should know the Lord’s ways, don’t hurt Cecilia if you want to go on living.

Orlando scoffed and ordered.

-Let Dylan come to me.

-I’ve already called Mr Dylan, he’ll be here soon.

Orlando looks around and adds.

-Tell all these people to get out of my way and no one will stop me.

With Cecilia as his hostage, Mateo certainly did not dare to play.

There was no way to get to Orlando in public, especially now that Dylan’s men had not arrived. Now, I could only hope that the police and Dylan would arrive soon.

-Everyone stand back.

Mateo ordered in a cold voice.

When he was sure that no one was in the way, Orlando abducted Cecilia and left the nursery.

Next door was a tall building.

-Where to.

Orlando took Cecilia to the upper floors and took the lift to the top, Mateo followed him, but didn’t dare make a move.

Down below, the sirens wailed.

The police are here.

After seeing the situation, the police contacted the fire brigade. To have a layer of safety air if someone falls down.

-I’ve already done what you asked me to do, Orlando, be careful with that knife, don’t hurt Cecilia, you know that if anything happens to Cecilia, you won’t be alive.

Mateo frowned and looked at Orlando to warn him.

-Why isn’t Dylan here yet?

Orlando pressed in a cold voice, ignoring Mateo’s warning to him.

-Mr Dylan will be coming from the office in half an hour at the earliest.

-Tell him to hurry. If he doesn’t show up in ten minutes, I can’t guarantee that something won’t happen to his child.

Orlando sneered and threatened, and Mateo had no choice but to call Dylan and tell him to come as soon as possible.

While waiting for Dylan to arrive, Orlando grabbed Cecilia and gave her a vicious look.

-Heh, she looks a lot like Vanessa.

Cecilia looked at Orlando with a pale face, the stench of his body making her sick. And the sick and twisted look in his eyes made her feel fear and terror, her wide eyes filled with dread.

She was just a child under four years old, however well behaved she was.

Orlando took Cecilia’s chin in one hand, holding the knife in the other, and leaned towards her to assess her.

-What a pity. If you were Vanessa’s and my daughter’s, I would have loved you very much. Too bad, you’re Dylan’s daughter, proof of Vanessa’s treachery towards me! Even if you looked like Vanessa, I’d still want to kill you. Did you know that your mother was once my wife, the daughter-in-law of Dylan’s nephew? Did you know that your father being with his nephew’s daughter-in-law is incest?

-Orlando! Watch your language.

Matthew saw that Orlando had lost his mind for saying that to a child under four years old and immediately gave him a cold warning.

-Shut up! You can’t talk here yet.

Orlando reprimanded as he grabbed Cecilia and slashed her again in the neck with the sword.

The girl was trembling in pain, the look of fear on her face extremely pleasing to Orlando.

-Remember that everything today is your revenge. Who made Dylan try to steal my woman, who made your mother try to betray me. You were taken hostage and hurt by me, all because of Dylan.

-Your blood is dirty, you are the product of incest. Heh, you shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

Orlando continued to irritate Cecilia with words containing the utmost malice, seeing her blush even more, his heart filled with pleasure.

-Damn you, don’t be ridiculous! You are no relation to Mr. Dylan, Cecilia is the love child of Mr. Dylan and Miss Vanessa. You are the dirtiest, the one who shouldn’t exist.

Mateo almost explodes in anger when he hears the things Orlando said to Cecilia.

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A child of this age, though ignorant, was about to construct a world view. He has his own ideas and knows many things that adults do not think he understands.

What Orlando said was understandable to her.

In his young mind, what Orlando had said had been almost devastating.

Seeing Cecilia’s eyes go blank and frightened, Mateo felt his whole heart clench so tightly that he wanted to kill Orlando.