The Phone Call

ELENA'S POV;

"What in the world?! Elena, I'm so happy for you." Jessie said on the phone. I couldn't believe that Antonio could be a man like that. He was always so strict....but today, he was different, quite different from what I expected. I loved it. The teddy sat at the other end of the room and then the money...I really didn't know what to do with it. Antonio had provided everything I could possibly ask for, I didn't feel like I needed it anymore, but he still gave them to me.

"I heard Leo was with you." I said and she blushed. "What's up with you two?"

"We just had sex that's all."

"You both just had sex? And that's all?" I asked and she shrugged.

"Yeah, pretty much." She said and I cocked a brow.

"How was the sex?" I asked and she groaned.

"Let's not even get to that 'cause it was freaking amazing." She stated and then looked at me. "Have you begun to read the diary?"

"Yeah. How did you realize you wanted to become a femme fatale though?"

"It's a long story that only the diary can tell." She stated.

"So many mysteries began to pop up and I didn't understand why it had to be that way. I'm the main character of my life and I feel like I could just get the culprit that killed my best friend one day. I swear if I get my hands on him, I'd never let him go. He'll be under my tormenting watch dying a very slow death."

"I understand. My uncle died too and the culprit was my father. I understand how it feels to lose someone who was really dear to you." I stated and Jessie sighed.

"Sometimes I just wish that I could bring her back to life. I wish I was there that night, to save her. I just wish I hadn't left her sight." She said and was still grieving her best friend. "It's difficult to get over something like that." She said and it was my turn to sigh. "I feel it's my responsibility to avenge her death. I don't ever want her killer to run Scot free."

"Does Leo know about this?"

"Trust me, he's searching. He knows how much she meant to me." She stated and sighed. I never intended to leave her alone or let her go, but it just had to be on the worst day. She got a text. "I have to go. I'll chat you up later." I knew it was a mission she had to tend to and sighed before turning off my phone. I stepped down before stepping out of my room. I wanted to know what it was that Leo and Antonio were both discussing. I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"She was there because of that. It appears he's one of the least popular mafias, so it wouldn't cause an alarm any time soon."

"Why did she kill him though?"

"We searched his pocket and found this handkerchief. Only the bullet group keeps this with them and we both know that it's one of the groups that are against Derek. I did more research on this and realized that he was undercover. He was trying to find the time to get at Derek but failed. Augusta already predicted his next move and knew what he was about to do next."

"Why about what we agreed on?"

"The Mafia have sent back a message and have agreed to join hands with you. But what about her? He already knows, doesn't he?"

"He knows."

"I think that's good for us. Because in the club he didn't seem to exhibit any form of hatred towards her. So why don't we still join her with the plan." The room went quiet which meant that Antonio was contemplating.

"You're right. We don't actually have to wait for a chance anymore, she can actually go to his house as he has requested. What I'm not certain of is if he has the right intentions."

"We always have her back, don't we? She knows how to fight for herself now. All she has to do is press a button to tell us she's in danger." Leo stated and I smiled to myself and decided to walk myself to the pool. Once I got there, I removed my robe and relaxed on one of the lounges before opening her diary.

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”Why did Aiden keep doing this to me? We both know I'd done nothing wrong and yet he insulted me, this insult was indirect, but I knew he was referring to me. All because I told him to stop flirting with his friend, Adrian, he got annoyed. Wasn't this night supposed to be our night? Why had he gotten pissed off when I asked for that little stuff? But I already was used to his insults, it didn't hurt me as much as before, what hurt me was that his eyes expressed anger when he faced me. And I couldn't help but wander in the wonderland.

I hoped he forgave me already. After dropping me home last night I expected a kiss, but he just walked away after saying goodbye, and when I called him he was unreachable. I was hurt and disappointed. Even with all of this, I couldn't stop loving him, instead, my feelings for him increased each day, and I wanted him to feel the same way. I might not be as beautiful as I used to be, but I wanted him to see that I truly cared about him. His scent, his eyes, his muscles, and his height towered over me even when he was far away.

I could never hate him, I was certain about that. Even if he was a Playboy, that hatred would never arise within me. I just blamed myself for not being the perfect date. Adrian appeared more beautiful than me, I hated it, it made me jealous. And the way Aiden's eyes raked her body, from head to toe, the smirk and glances he gave her with every opportunity he got, even when he knew that I was watching. And I noticed her doing the same thing and got uncomfortable. That was when I had to speak, and even though I had expected him to stop the habit, he acted otherwise, and it hurt me.

I wished he could look at me the way I looked at him. I thought he liked me, but I was wrong, he was fond of girls, a lot of girls. At times I stared at myself in the mirror to see if I was beautiful enough for him. Because of him, I became so beauty conscious, staring at my face in the mirror every day and then at my skin. Damn these stretch marks, they swirled down my thighs and then came to an end. They suddenly just appeared on my skin, so gross and embarrassing, I couldn't even wear shorts.

As terrible as my stretch marks were, I realized something I didn't before, my figure, it was very enticing. My figure was hereditary from my mother's side, I had always wished for a beautiful figure like her. I turned left and my hips were big, then I had a slim waist, it was even slimmer when I turned to the back. How come I hadn't noticed? They looked so visible, even in the loose gown that I wore.

I shuffled closer to the mirror, there was a bigger problem. My face was beginning to have pimples, and my nose was oily, I needed to reduce my intake of butter and bread, I knew it caused this to my face. And then at the side of my eyes was a marking, a little visible but darker than my fair skin colour. I was becoming hideous, my skin and features were thin, but my figure was perfect.

In school, Aiden apologized for what he'd said to me on our date. Although I didn't see the sincerity in his eyes, in fact, he looked desperate and sounded the same way. But did that matter to me? No. I gave him a smile, indicating I had forgiven him. I watched him as he ran to his friends, Leo looked at me with a look I couldn't quite identify. Like a mixture of sadness, and I dunno...softness. He was the one I declined when he asked me out, I felt sorry for him, but my heart belonged to someone else.

They turned to leave, and the look on Leo's face changed, but I knew it was fake. Leo was like one of the most handsome but reserved guys in school, yet, very popular. With green olive eyes, blonde hair that had freckles of black, and a wavy nose, with pink full lips beneath it. And the other friend, Dace, we hated each other, he even bullied me at times, but Leo always came to my rescue. I wanted it to be Aiden, but he was never there to see my misfortune with Dace.

"Jessie!" I heard a familiar voice. It was Anne, my bestie. She came running, breathing heavily. "Have you seen Purity today?" Her question caused me to frown.