UNDERWORLD WHISPERS – Episode 29 & 30

☠️UNDERWORLD

WHISPERS 🩸

{SECRETS OF THE DARK}

THEME: sëx AND POWER 🔞

CHAPTER 29 🦋 30

WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍>

“Babe,” Pearl called, trying to get Vincenzo’s attention.

“Pearl, aren’t you supposed to be at school?” Vincenzo asked, removing his glasses.

“I don’t want to go to school. I prefer looking at you,” she giggled, and he rolled his eyes.

He returned to his laptop, and she groaned, accidentally hitting her leg on the couch.

“Ahh!…Oppa!!!” She yelled, and Vincenzo glared at her.

“What’s ‘Oppa’?” He asked, and she smiled.

“I’m not going to tell you. I want ice cream, Oppa!” She said, scanning the house.

“Then go get one. Why are you telling me?”

“Meanie!” She scoffed and forcefully took his laptop from him.

“Give it back pearl!” He said, pulling her to him.

She shook her head and hid the laptop at her back.

“Seriously? I’m not in for this childish games, my laptop pearl!” He said and she shook her head.

She brought out her tongue and he groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“Give it to me!!” He half yelled and snatched it away from her hand.

“Arghh! You’re so annoying!” she exclaimed, folding her arms.

“I want to go to school,” she said, but Vincenzo ignored her.

“Babe, I’m running late already,” she urged, shaking him.

“I want you to drive me to school. I want to brag about my boyfriend,” she giggled, raising her eyebrows.

Vincenzo exhaled and grabbed his car keys.

“That’s my sweetheart!” She giggled, hugging him tightly as they left the house.

They got into the car, and Vincenzo started the engine and drove off.

Pearl opened her bag and began applying makeup.

The car hit a bump, causing the lipstick to smudge on her cheek.

“Arghh!” she groaned, turning to glare at Vincenzo.

Vincenzo looked at her and scoffed.

“Huh? Isn’t this the part where you apologize?” She asked, and Vincenzo smirked.

“Like I care!” He replied and increased his speed.

“Ahhh!” Pearl screamed as her hair scattered all over her face, messing up her makeup.

She quickly rolled up the window and exhaled.

“You brat!” She rolled her eyes, arranging her hair.

“You look even sëxier now!” He chuckled, and she rolled her eyes at him, raising her hands as if she wanted to strangle him.

After a thirty-minute drive, they arrived at the luxurious college.

“Orthodox College?”

“Um, beautiful, right?” She asked, stepping out of the car.

Vincenzo noticed she had left her school bag and picked it up.

“Pearl! You forgot your school bag!” He called after her.

She completely ignored him and walked faster, while he chased after her.

“Pearl!” He shouted and stopped.

“Pearl, someone is calling you,” one of her friends said, and she turned with a smirk.

“He’s so hot, giving me those Zaddy vibes,” another said, biting her lower lip.

“Babe! Oh my goodness! Did I forget my bag?” She said and ran towards him.

She kissed him deeply and bit her lip while grabbing her bag.

“Thanks, honey. You’re the best,” she grinned, and Vincenzo sighed.

“Whoa! Pearl, is that really your boyfriend?” Her friends asked, and she nodded.

“He’s hot!”

“And rich,” she added, and her friends chuckled.

“Why don’t we go shopping?” One of them suggested, and Pearl turned, giving Vincenzo puppy eyes.

“Please… pretty please,” she blinked her eyes, and Vincenzo smiled at her childish behavior.

He took out his black debit card and handed it over to Pearl. “Spend as much as you like,” he said and turned away.

“Whoa… your boyfriend is so cool,” her friends exclaimed, and she smiled proudly.

Vincenzo drove off with a smile on his face. He picked up his phone and dialed Mirabella’s number, but it was switched off.

He sighed and continued driving.

He arrived at a desolate area and pulled over.

He wore his black nose mask and gloves before he entered the warehouse, which looked old and scary.

Inside the warehouse, it was dark, quiet and cold. The two bodyguards, which stood at the door, parted ways for him as he used his fingertip on the door and it opened.

He stepped in and it closed immediately. Lo, and behold, five Fuçking pillars of dollars, with bags filled with cocaine and different drugs.

His gaze diverted to a man and a woman, probably,his wife.

They were both tied up in a seat,with bruises on their face.

“Please….. Please let us go” The man pleaded and Vincenzo scoffed.

“We will give you anything you want… money, anything. Just name it!” The woman said and Vincenzo turned and pointed at his pillars of dollar

“I already have money in excess. All I want is cutting off your throat and watching you die slowly” He said and the couples shook their heads.

“Please….

“How much did Isabella pay you to publish that nonsense, two hundred dollars? A million dollars?” He asked and the lady began tearing up.

“Ahhh!!! Have mercy on us….. we were under pressure” The lady replied.

“Pressure,huh??” He repeated his words and chuckled, ruffling his hair.

He brought out a camera and placed it in front of the couples.

“Now you are under pressure, why don’t you say the Fuçking truth. So you don’t get killed” He added, slapping the man.

<𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐗 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘>

Isabella!” Mr. Leonardo called, and Isabella scoffed.

“Aren’t you dead? What the heck are you doing here?” She asked, and he shrugged.
“I’m here to remind you that you are a mistake, a psychopath, the daughter no one wanted,” Mr. Leonardo said, and she shook her head.

“You’re dead. Get out of my head!!!” She yelled loudly and jolted out of her dream.

She was sweating profusely as the door opened, and a young lady entered.
“Ma’am, the meeting will be starting in the next five minutes,” she said, and Isabella slowly nodded.

“Alright. I will be there soon,” she replied with a fake smile.

She rolled her eyes as soon as the young lady walked out.

“Gosh… Why am I dreaming about that old man!?” She asked, no one in particular.
She used her handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face.

“Ohhhh… my head hurts,” she muttered, taking her medication.

This time, she took four pills and swallowed them.

She rested her head on the desk, shutting her eyes.

Mirabella was fast asleep when her phone rang. She sluggishly picked it up, her eyes still closed.

“Hello,” she said.

“Hello, Mirabella, this is Mr. Charles,” he introduced himself, and Mirabella nodded.

“What can I help you with? Are you lost?” she asked, and the man chuckled loudly.

“Oh, come on. I should be the one saying that. I want to buy your beauty salon and airport.

“Seeing that many people are no longer interested in your service, I guess it’s a good idea if you sold it to me,” the man said, and she opened her eyes fully.

“Really? And who sold such a stupid lie to you, huh? You know what? Get the heck out of my phone!” She yelled and ended the call.

“What’s wrong?” Santino asked, sniffing her neck.

“Got a call from a moron,” she replied with an eye roll.

Santino chuckled and pulled her closer. He kissed her forehead,her lip and then her B@@bs.

“You’re so addictive, can’t get enough of you” He said and she bit her lip hard.

After about five seconds, her phone rang again and she hesitated before picking it up.

“Hello!’

“Mirabella, it’s Mr Simon. Your father’s lawyer” The man said and she sat up on the bed.

NEXT DAY*****

Perhaps the universe seemed to conspire against her existence, yet she wondered what transgression she could have committed. Mirabella’s eyes welled with tears as life’s burdens bore down on her relentlessly. “This is it,” she thought, “a life hardly worth living.”

“Miss! Miss!” Mr. Simon’s voice snapped her from her reverie, and she turned to face him, forcing a faint smile.

“I apologize, but how could this be possible? There’s no way my father would leave everything to Isabella!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

Mr. Simon wiped sweat from his brow and regarded Mirabella with a puzzled expression.

“What do you mean by that?” he inquired.

“It’s just so odd. The day my father disappeared, he told me…”

“Told you what, exactly? Listen, Miss Mirabella, no property has been allocated to you,” he interrupted, his tone firm. He picked up his suitcase.

“Oh, well, thank you for contacting me, at least,” she replied with a forced smile,extending her hand to shake Mr. Simon’s.

As they exited the restaurant together, Mirabella noticed Marco across the street, wearing a sheepish grin and waving at her.

She chose to ignore him and climbed into her car. When she attempted to start the engine, she discovered that the wires were cut off.

“Sweet Jesus!” She exclaimed, hitting her head on the wheel.

“Would you like a ride?” Marco leaned against her car window, his voice filled with anticipation.

“Get out! You repulse me!” She rolled her eyes and briskly exited the car.

“Really, Bella? There’s no need to h@të me. You belong to me, Bella. Only me,” he mumbled, his fingers brushing against her hair.

“Why did you cut it? I don’t like it,” he complained, and she swatted his hands away from her hair.

“Like I care,” she hissed and walked away.
Marco trailed behind her, keeping a distance of two steps.

“I’ve missed you so much, bunny. It’s not my fault that your father passed away. He deserved it more than anyone. He played with your emotions,” Marco stated, causing Mirabella to stop in her tracks.

She turned to face him, closing the gap with a few determined steps and grabbing his face.

“Don’t you dare speak ill of my father!” she yelled.

Marco grinned and wiped his bleeding nose. “Ugh, you look extraordinarily beautiful when you’re angry,” he remarked, sucking on his lower lip.

“Marco, please stay away from me!” She shouted.

“I wish I could, but you, my dear, are addictive. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you.”

“Then ,go ahead and kill yourself!. Let me be!” She snapped.

She signaled for a taxi on the bustling city street, and as soon as it screeched to a halt, she entered. The driver wasted no time and accelerated swiftly into the flow of traffic.

“Where to, ma’am?” the driver inquired, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror.

“Greenville Estate,” she replied, sinking into the worn leather seat, her mind lost in thought.

“Ah, Greenville Estate,” the driver mused, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “Have you heard the rumors about the rich man’s daughter there? They say she’s quite the scandal.”

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? I wasn’t aware. What’s the story?”

The driver adjusted the rearview mirror, making sure she had his full attention. “Well, word on the street is that her father was involved in some shady business—human trafficking and drugs, they say. The D’angelo family, ruthless and cunning, if you believe the gossip.”

SALVATION MANSION

Mr. Raymond couldn’t bear the silence any longer, breaking the quiet as Vincenzo continued eating in silence.

“Aren’t you going to say a word, Vincenzo?” Mr. Raymond’s frustration was palpable.

Vincenzo slowly lowered his spoon, locking eyes with Lorenzo, who was nervously biting his lip. Lorenzo quickly looked away, and Vincenzo sighed.

“It was a mistake, Father,” Vincenzo finally replied, his voice heavy with regret.

“Mistake?” Lorenzo chimed in, a mocking tone in his voice. “If you weren’t ready for marriage, why couldn’t you control yourself? Why let that little escapade happen?”

An impatient Mr. Raymond slammed his hands on the table.

“When is Bruno coming back?”Lorenzo said and they turned glaring at him.

“I think I should leave,” Lorenzo muttered, inching his chair back.

He took a few hesitant steps backward and turned around, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Why should I go? Father, Vincenzo should be held accountable. It’s unbelievable how he couldn’t control his desires,” Lorenzo continued, provoking Vincenzo’s anger.

In a fit of rage, Vincenzo stood abruptly, grabbed a plate, and hurled it in Lorenzo’s direction. Luckily, Lorenzo managed to dodge it, and the plate crashed to the floor, shattering into countless pieces.

“That serves you right!” Lorenzo taunted, sticking his tongue out cheekily.

He stormed out and headed upstairs, leaving Vincenzo to face Mr. Raymond’s stern gaze.

“What’s the latest on Escobar?” Mr. Raymond finally asked, trying to shift the conversation, but Vincenzo remained tight-lipped, unwilling to discuss the matter further.

“I’m asking a question, and it demands an answer!” he demanded, frustration etched across his face, while Vincenzo responded with a disdainful hiss.

“Still on that,” Vincenzo retorted, unperturbed, and continued eating as if the confrontation were of no concern.

“Don’t know why all my sons are so arrogant and rude!” he sighed, his eyes locked on Vincenzo.

“Gosh… You guys are such a big headache in my life,” he muttered, pushing his chair back as he rose to his feet, leaving the room in a somber atmosphere.

GREENVILLE ESTATE

As Mirabella’s taxi entered the upscale Greenville Estate, she couldn’t help but notice Isabella standing there. With a frown, she approached her sister.

“Hey, sis,” she greeted, attempting to bridge the gap between them.

“Get out!” Isabella barked, her anger palpable. But Isabella’s stern words only elicited laughter from her mischievous sibling.

“Get out? Seriously? Come on, don’t tell me you’re still mad at your own sister,” Mirabella remarked, a teasing grin dancing on her lips.

“To hell with you! Get out of my house!” Mirabella snapped back, her frustration and anger bubbling to the surface. The tension between the two sisters hung heavy in the air, echoing the turmoil within the Greenville Estate.

Your house, huh?” Isabella challenged, her voice tinged with skepticism, and Mirabella couldn’t help but roll her eyes in response.

As Mirabella attempted to enter the premises, Isabella forcefully pushed her back. “This is my house and property. I’m giving you nothing less than 24 hours to leave!” Isabella asserted, her tone unwavering.

A sly smirk curved across Mirabella’s lips. “This is my proof!” Isabella declared, producing a docvment from her pocket and th-ru_sting it toward Mirabella.

Mirabella’s eyes slowly scanned the docvment, and a mixture of disbelief and frustration washed over her. “Leave my house!” Isabella taunted, her smirk widening as she asserted her claim.

“What do you want?’ Mirabella asked and Isabella smiled deviously.

“Everything that is to want. I want you to leave!… I don’t ever want to see you, or even hear your name from anyone!. Just leave!!” Isabella shouted, throwing the docvments on Mirabella’s face.

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