Author's Preface
Madame L and her brothers went to the station to talk to Nicole
“So, I hope you’re happy now in your new home,” Madame L said mockingly
“What have I ever done to you?” Nicole asked sharply
“Done something? You tell me,” Madame L replied
Nicole shook her head, but her face showed no sign of regret
“You know, I only did it because Francis ordered me to,” she said with a mischievous smile
When Madame L heard those words, she clenched her fists tightly
“Francis himself told me to get rid of his wife, Samantha,” Nicole explained
Deep inside, Madame L was trembling with rage, but she chose to stay calm and not show any weakness
“But why am I the only one here? Oh… before I forget — I was the one who messed with the company’s money, and Francis didn’t even know. And oh, the pleasure… damn, Francis feels so good moving on top of me, tasting him… we both enjoyed it, and he loves having sex with me, Samantha.”
When Nicole said her name, Madame L was shocked — how did she know?
“What…”
“Samantha, you can’t fool me. I’m not stupid like the others… I know you and Madame L are the same person.” A wicked smile spread across Nicole’s challenging lips
“All I know is that I love being with your husband,” she added firmly
“You have no shame! You’re worse than an animal, Nicole!” Samantha’s eyes went wide. She wanted to rush forward and slap her, but there was thick glass separating them
“You’ll rot in here!” she shouted
“Ah, how sad. But what about Francis? Look — that night, he told me to kill you and your child. But I couldn’t do it to a baby, so I took the child home and raised them. See how kind I am? If anyone’s the bad guy here, it’s your husband. He’s worse than a demon. Did you think you were the only one? Did you think I was just one of many? No, Samantha — there are so many more besides us… hahahahaha!”
A loud, chilling laugh echoed through the whole cell — Nicole laughing as if, even behind bars, she had still won in the end
“Animals! You’re both animals!” Samantha burst into tears, her chest tightening with anger and hatred
“You poor thing, Sam… you married the devil,” Nicole laughed again, every word full of mockery and pride
“I’ll make sure you both rot in jail, and I will get my child back,” Samantha said
“Oh, before I end this, Sam — one more thing. Francis is no good as a husband,” Nicole said, then turned and walked away
Samantha was left there crying, her fists clenched — no longer from fear, but from the overwhelming anger she felt toward herself
“You monster, Francis,” she whispered
After visiting Nicole, she immediately spoke to her brothers about what they should do next regarding Francis
“I want you to order our men to find my child,” she told them
“Consider it done, Sam,” Miguel replied.He quickly called and messaged their people to give Samantha’s order
“Go to Francis Malvar’s house and keep watch there. See what he’s up to,” Miguel Chavez instructed their men
“Yes, sir,” their lead guard answered
Once the men had left, Rico turned to Samantha
“Sam, what’s your plan now?” he asked, sitting on the sofa. Samantha stood facing the window, staring out into the distance
“I want Francis behind bars too,” she said, tears still falling but her voice steady and determined. “I want him to regret everything he did to me.”
“Take it easy, Sam — too much anger will only hurt you,” Rico said, concerned.
An hour after their men left, Miguel’s phone suddenly rang.
“Hello,” he answered, putting it on speaker so Samantha could hear.
“Hello, Sir. We’ve arrived outside Francis Malvar’s house,” the man reported.
“Go ahead.”
“Sir, we just saw two nannies come out carrying a baby in a stroller.”
Samantha was shocked. She hurried closer to the phone to hear more clearly.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Ma’am, they have a baby with them — looks like they just finished bathing and dressing the child.”
Hearing this, Samantha felt her strength leave her. Deep down, she knew it was her child — the baby she gave birth to on that night she thought she would die inside that car.
“That’s my child…” she said, then broke down sobbing.
“Rico, Miguel — let’s go to Francis’s house right now,” she told her brothers, full of urgency.
They agreed at once, wasted no time, and left immediately.
Riding in a black car, they drove quickly to Francis Malvar’s home.
As soon as they arrived, Samantha jumped out and asked their guard, “Where is it? Where is my child?”
“They’re inside, Ma’am,” the guard replied.
“Miguel, Rico — I need to get my child now,” Samantha said firmly.
“We’ll get them back for you, Sam — don’t worry,” Miguel assured her.
“No matter what happens, I will take my child back, and he will pay for everything,” Samantha said with determination.
She needed to get inside that house, face that man, and make him feel the weight of what he had done.
She rang the doorbell, and a maid opened it.
“Who is it?” The maid stopped short when she recognized who was standing there.
“Ma’am Samantha?” she said in shock — it was Arieta, who had worked for her for many years as her nanny.
“Arieta…”
“Ma’am Samantha — is it really you? What happened? Everyone said you were dead!” the maid asked one question after another, unable to believe her eyes.
“I’m not dead. Yes, they tried to kill me, but my brothers saved me,” Samantha explained.
“I’m so happy to see you, Ma’am Sam!” Arieta said, crying as she hugged her out of joy.
“Where is Francis?” Samantha asked right away.
“Ma’am… Sir Francis…” the maid hesitated.
“Yes — where is he?”
“He’s inside, Ma’am.”
“Tell him Madame L is here,” Samantha ordered.
“But Ma’am…”
“Why, Arieta? What’s wrong?”
Samantha didn’t wait for an answer. She pushed open the big gate and walked inside, her brothers following close behind.
“Ahh… ahh… yes, Francis… don’t stop…” A woman’s loud moans came clearly from the bedroom.
“Ahh… ahh… you feel so good, baby,” Francis groaned, moving harder on top of his partner — his secretary, Amara.
“Ooh… Francis…” Amara cried out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“Nice view,” a woman’s voice suddenly spoke from behind them.
Shocked, they both froze. They quickly turned around and saw Madame L standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest.
“What the hell — Madame L!” Francis yelled, scrambling to cover himself, clearly caught off guard and embarrassed.
“Wow… looks like you two were having a great time,” Samantha said, glancing at Amara, whose skin was flushed all over.
“Nicole was right — you’re a terrible, useless husband,” Madame L said sharply.
“What are you talking about?” Francis asked in confusion, rushing to put his clothes on.
“I’m here to take back m
y child,” Samantha said straight to the point, no beating around the bush.
“What? Child?” Francis asked, frowning and looking completely confused.