Angela's phone rang and it was Damon. She hesitated then she answered. “Did he hurt you?” “No..it's 5 hours ago..” “Great..it's just like I predicted, he is in love with you and no matter what he won't hurt you..now you have to gain his trust.” “Gain his trust?” Angela scoffed. “What..what's the meaning of that?” Damon asked, a bit confused by the savageness. “He said I should never ever be seen in his bedroom again.” Angela replied. “Well he is just being emotional, once he sees you in your nakedness he will…” Angela hung up after hearing that to keep her nerves calm. “I can't believe he is saying that to me.” She murmured in tears. “How can he use me like a toy? What is the difference between him and Antonio?” Damon called back, Angela answered. “What happened? You hang up on me, intentionally?” “Baby, how could you feel so.. emotionless asking me to be in the arms of another man, like you don't even feel jealous about it.” “Of course I feel jealous about it, but it is what has to be done, once we get what I need then you will never have to play according to the script again. “I am tired baby, I am! I don't want to play by the scripts anymore..I can't..” “We discussed this before, why are you acting so difficult all of a sudden.” “Because I hate this place, I hate the idea of winning the trust of a man who sees me as a toy! Do you know what he said he would do to me if he sees me in his bedroom..he would abuse me sexually, are you comfortable for me to go through all that because of something I have no idea of?” Damon hung up angrily without saying another word. Angela cursed and sat on the couch, tears rolling down her face. “What is happening…why am I in this Montero mess again?” ****** It's been 4 days, Antonio locked himself indoors, the maidservant always checked on him for his meals but the door was locked. Antonio sat on the floor of his room, a shadow of himself. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was unkempt. He was a mess, and his insomnia wasn't helping his situation. He sat there just staring into space. His eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't showered or changed his clothes in days. Empty bottles of whiskey and beer were scattered across the room, and the table was overflowing with cigarette butts. “How did I end up this pathetic?” He mumbled and reached for the bottle of whiskey, taking a long swig. The liquid burned as it went down his throat. He coughed and shuddered as the liquor hit his stomach leaving him with a feeling of energy followed by a wave of nausea. He staggered to the bathroom to vomit, his body was ceaselessly purging itself of the poison that he had consumed. Getting back to the room he fell down on the floor, lying flat with his face up. He closed his heavy eyes trying to relax but instead he felt the room spinning, the floor tilting and shifting beneath him. With his eyes lazily closed he tried to grab hold of something to get on his feet, but his hand grasped at the thin air instead. Antonio opened his eyes, his vision blurred. He could hear the sound of his own breathing, shallow and ragged. And then he saw a blurry faceless young lady, her golden blonde hair was long and playing with the air which seemed to be very different around her than the rest of the room. Her face started getting clearer and clearer until Antonio recognized her. The sight of her brought tears into his ears. “Diana..” His lips moved convulsively. She was standing on top of him wearing that smile on her face, yet her eyes filled with concern. “You need help to get up? That's not like you, Antonio Montero!” She giggled. Tears rolled freely down Antonio's face. “You still cry because of me?” “I am sorry”. Antonio murmured. “What are you sorry for?” She asked him softly. “I…I..broke the promise I made to you. I hate all women except for someone..do you hate me?” He sobbed. “Oh baby…it's alright…if that's all ..I will forgive you. I was selfish to tell you to make that promise…I just don't want you to love another woman even when I am dead”. She smiled at him in tears. “It's all my fault!” Antonio yelled out loudly. The whole mansion heard him. “Antonio..” Diana called him..but he won't stop crying at the top of his voice. “Stay with me Diana! My life is meaningless without you”. “Listen Antonio”. He paused and looked at her, his breathing ragged. “You will only love me, only me, promise me”. Antonio chuckled in tears and nodded. “I love you”. Antonio said in a whisper and reached out to her, but his hand passed through her, like she was made of smoke. She was just a memory, he was hallucinating. "Diana," he whispered, his voice breaking. Antonio laughed out in misery, his hands over his face, then yelled so loud his veins snapped out red and bulged, his face was so red that one could predict he must have a chronic headache afterwards. Angela heard it and she was sure every soul in the building or even the whole Montero mansion heard it too but she felt not even a little pity for him. It surprised her that Antonio keyed to his words, she was never invited to his room and for the past four days, she has been feeding well, living a completely normal life. She had tried to call Damon but he never answered. He seemed to be upset with her even after he sent an apology text. The only way he might acknowledge her apology, will be the action she puts into it. Also the faster she is with this the faster she is to get out of this Montero dungeon. She has waited four days already, if there's a time to gain Antonio's trust it is now at his breaking point. Slowly, she got up to his feet.