The Devil's Love For The Heiress

Chapter 39

Chapter 39:

The Antidote From a private island in France, a tall man in his late twenties was looking distantly at the sea from the garden terrace of his mansion. He was slightly bearded, with long hair tied behind his head. The man was Guillaume Bonnet, Hugo’s only son.

As Guillaume stood there with his hands tucked inside his trouser pockets, he signed, planning for his next move. His father’s actions resulted in their family business’ near bankruptcy, and while he had Carlos Ronaldo to thank for the end of his father’s reign, he just could not let go of the hundred million dollars they had lost.

They suffered around sixty million dollars, gambling for Carlos to lose in a match. This included the wagers placed by their allied gangs in other countries. However, when the police seized his father’s properties, they also lost control of those assets. They also lost men. The umpires under their payroll were arrested, and the same could be said to anyone who had dealings with the Bonnet Gang.

In short, they were back to scratch, barely managing with the few million dollars that were in his name. If that was not enough, the police were on their tails.

“Sir.” One of his underlings called his attention and reported, “Even the lawyer’s conversation with your father is monitored. There barely was a private space in prison where they could speak to him. They followed the lawyers wherever they went. It’s not safe for us to use them.”

A hiss left Guillaume’s lips. He wanted to fully understand how it all went down; the capture, the chase, and precisely where The Devil was. He concluded his father could give point him in the right direction.

A few days ago, he sent someone to find Carlos Ronaldo at the hospital in Paris. Guillaume did not plan to have Carlos killed. In fact, Guillaume wanted Carlos to pay back the money they had lost.

Considering Carlos’ net worth, the superstar would at least be able to pay him back a fraction of what was lost. They were supposed to take him from the hospital, bring him to the island, and force Carlos to give them the money they needed to return to business.

Sadly, however, they lost contact with the same commissioned man. They could only assume that he was captured as well.

There were also reports of how Carlos was no longer in Paris. Therefore, Guillaume now doubted the media report about The Devil.

“Sir, the French Open will resume next week. For sure, we can find him.”

“Yes, but he will have full security, and we don’t even have enough men to go after him,” Guillaume answered. “We need an opportunity to take him secretly – where he will be surprised.”

“Okay, sir. Then there is another lead we can follow. Hailey Mckenzie claims to be Carlos Ronaldo’s girlfriend. We can… kidnap her and ask Carlos to pay the ransom,” the man said. Guillaume nodded. He said, “Look into that possibility.”

“If that does not work, Hailey’s father is also rich. He can pay a fraction of what Carlos had Made us lose,”

“At this point, it’s a personal grudge. Carlos has to pay,” Guillaume replied. “Very well, sir. I’ll have our men look for Hailey Mckenzie.”

***

Back in New York, Carlos and Alexander were on the road, riding in two SUVs to the airport. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was raining cats and dogs when their vehicles reached the private jet runway. While waiting for clearance from the ground staff, Carlos called Kate. It took several rings, but sooner or later, she

answered, “Kate, I’m sorry I did not make it in the morning.” While looking out the window, he smiled. He felt like a husband, late for dinner. He said, “I know what I promised, and I’ll be there – Kate? Listen to me, Kate, the signal is awful. We are at the airport now. You would not believe what happened. Hailey tried to drug me, but I’m okay.”

“I’m so stressed out by everything. I need you so badly. Wait for me at home? i’ll see you there.”

After checking his phone, Carlos realized how the call had ended prematurely. He was about to make another call, but Frederick, JetSuite’s ground manager, had already confirmed that the jet was ready

He and Alexander boarded the plane with his security, heading for Braeton City.

Meanwhile, back in Braeton City, Kate anxiously awaited Carlos’ return. She was at her house, walking back and forth while occasionally staring at her phone. Carlos promised her to be home early that weekend, but that did not happen. While it had only been a few days since he left, having lost him for entirely nine years just added to her apprehension. After what it felt like forever, eventually, she received a call from The Devil.

“Carlos? What time is it? I thought you promised to be home. You can’t keep me waiting like this,” Kate recognized the line was breaking in and out. She could also hear how it was raining from where Carlos was.

“We are – airport – now. Hailey – drug me – I need you – home-” The reception was so poor from Carlos’ end, that the call got disconnected. When she tried to call Carlos back, his phone was already off. Kate recounted the words Carlos said, “Hailey was there? She drugged him!” Rage filled her chest, thinking about what Hailey planned to do with her man! “Now, Carlos is on his way to the airport and needs me?” At the thought of what was going on with Carlos, Kate’s face blushed. “Of course! Of course, he needs me!” Kate rushed to collect her belongings from her room, and right before leaving,

she warned her mother that she might stay overnight at Carlos’ house. She drove to Carlos’ home, where she had been welcome to come in and out as she pleased.

At the mansion gates, she already instructed one guard, saying, “When Carlos arrives, help him to his room immediately. I’ll be waiting there.”

“Yes, miss Wright.” Kate gave the exact instructions to the maids when she walked past the living room. When she entered Carlos’ room, she bathed and changed into a sexy nightgown. On the bed, she waited… very, very impatiently.

***

After their flight landed at Breaton Airport, Carlos and Alexander went straight to the mansion.

At the gates, Carlos was already told of how Kate was in his room, waiting for him. In the living room, he received the exact directive. Thus, he let Oliver take care of arranging Alexander’s accommodation and went straight to his room, where his muse awaited.

Standing by the door to his room, he gave one knock, calling his girlfriend, “Kate, it’s me.”

The door swung open in a split second, and Kate grabbed Carlos by the arm. She slammed the door with a loud bang and locked it behind her.

Kate then threw herself at Carlos, her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her lips quickly found his, and she kissed him senselessly.

Simultaneously, Carlos responded cordially, carrying her weight as he paced to bed. When they both fell on the sheets, bouncing, Carlos chuckled, saying, “Wow… I miss you too.” “I miss you, I -” Kate’s eyes widened. Realizing that Carlos was in his usual self, she studied him closely. She asked, “I thought Hailey drugged you? You seem fine.” Bemused, Carlos got up to level with her. He answered

cautiously, “I said… Hailey tried to drug me, but I am fine, and I was on my way back to Braeton to see you.”

Kate gasped, recalling how the lines were cutting in and out earlier. A hint of dismay became plastered on her face. She further frowned and asked, “So… you aren’t… horny?” Silence fell upon them for a good second, and then Carlos fell into a set of laughter. He now understood why his Kate wore a sexy nightgown as his meet and greet. Then, there was the passionate kiss. Carlos clarified, “No, thank God, Hailey did not get to me. She tried, but her plans failed.”

With a groan, Kate retorted, “I thought I’d be your antidote! My mind was already set!” Carlos was still amused at his girlfriend, but seeing her discontentment, he rolled over to Kate, forcing her to lie in bed. He pecked her lips, and in a sultry voice, he suggested, “For you, my Kate, I don’t need any form of drug to get horny.” Kate pouted for a second. Then she smirked. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tugged on the collar of his shirt, saying, “Then, prove it. May I remind you… you owe me my reward.” Carlos hissed. His hand caressed her thighs and quickly found her bare ass. At the realization that had no underwear, he climbed down and spread her legs apart. 1 “Aaahh!”