Hidden Agendas

Juan's POV:

I sat in my office, grappling with the unsettling revelations from the lab. Guzman, a trusted associate, knocked on my door, concern etched on his face.

"Is it true, boss?" Guzman inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity and apprehension. "Did you find Sofia's body in that lab?"

I leaned back in my chair, my thoughts still clouded by the disturbing discovery. "I'm not entirely certain," I admitted, a hint of uncertainty creeping into my voice.

Guzman's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, speaking in hushed tones. "But you and Nia saw the birthmark on her, right? That should be enough proof."

The mention of the birthmark sent a shiver down my spine. "How do you know about the birthmark?" I questioned, suspicion rising within me.

Guzman hesitated, his demeanor shifting uncomfortably. "Nia told me," he eventually stammered.

My suspicion deepened. Guzman had never displayed much interest in Sofia and Nia's case before. In fact, he had advised me to distance myself from it on multiple occasions. Now, he suddenly appeared invested in the matter.

I couldn't help but voice my concerns. "Guzman, you've never shown particular interest in Sofia and Nia's situation. Why the sudden change of heart?" I inquired.

He sighed, attempting to explain himself. "I thought it was taking too much of your time, boss, and diverting us from our main plan."

I scrutinized Guzman's face, searching for any signs of deception. His abrupt enthusiasm to assist seemed out of character, and I had a gut feeling that something was amiss.

To test his reaction, I decided to reveal a portion of my true intentions. "Guzman," I began cautiously, "assisting Nia isn't solely about finding Sofia. It's also about using her."

To my surprise, Guzman's expression brightened, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Understood, boss," he exclaimed, evidently pleased with my revelation.

Nonetheless, I needed to realign his focus. "However," I continued firmly, "we mustn't lose sight of our other plans. Locating Sofia can still serve our interests."

Guzman's mood abruptly shifted. He appeared agitated and impatient. "We should take down some of Mencia's men," he suggested, clearly eager to proceed with our original objectives.

I shook my head, maintaining my stance. "Not yet," I responded firmly. "Let's prioritize finding Sofia first. It will provide us with leverage and aid our other endeavors."

Guzman's frustration was palpable as he promptly stood and exited my office without further words. Guzman's sudden interest in Sofia and Nia's case raised questions, and I understood that I needed to tread carefully in this treacherous game we were playing.

♡Nia's POV♡

I was on my way to Juan's room when I inadvertently overheard the conversation between him and Guzman. The revelation struck me; Juan had been taking advantage of me for his own hidden motives all along. It was almost too much to comprehend. I was about to retreat to my room when I witnessed Guzman storming out of Juan's room in a fit of anger.

As I began to turn away, Juan called out to me. Unaware that I had overheard their conversation, I put on a faux smile and pivoted to face him. He inquired if I had heard anything from their discussion, and I shook my head, pretending ignorance.

"Well, I have my suspicions about Guzman," Juan confessed, his brow furrowing. "Did you tell him about the birthmark we saw?" he asked me.

"I didn't," I replied, "he only asked if the body we found was Sofia's, and I informed him that I wasn't certain."

Juan grabbed his car keys and made a swift exit from the room. "I'm going to follow him," he declared.

"I'll go with you," I offered, my curiosity piqued.

We entered the car and discreetly trailed Guzman to a familiar location. It was apparent that something was awry, and Juan was determined to uncover the truth.

We arrived back at the lab we had previously visited and formulated a plan. Juan subdued two of their staff members, allowing us to steal their lab coats and face masks. Our goal was to blend in and ascertain Guzman's activities.

Inside the lab, we witnessed Guzman engaged in a heated conversation with three armed men, reprimanding the staff for failing to convince Juan properly. Guzman's phone rang, and he proceeded to relay the details of the conversation to the individual on the other end of the line. What he disclosed sent shivers down my spine.

"Sofia's friend is attempting to disrupt the plans, boss," Guzman stated, his voice cold and calculating. "Her name is Nia Jackson, and she's Camila's daughter. Like mother, like daughter," he added with a chilling tone.

I was paralyzed with shock. How did Guzman know about my mother, Camila, and what did he mean by "like mother, like daughter"? Fear coursed through me as I struggled to process the implications of his words.

Juan sensed my trembling and took my hand, guiding me quietly outside. As we made our exit, we were approached by an individual who handed us a tray containing gruesome instruments. They informed us that "the Master" had instructed them to prepare body parts.

Disgust churned in my stomach. These individuals were not just traffickers; they were also involved in the gruesome trade of human organs.

"We need to leave," Juan whispered urgently, and we swiftly departed from the horrifying scene, driving away from the lab as quickly as possible. The revelation of Guzman's involvement and his knowledge of my family's history had left me shaken and terrified. I couldn't help but wonder how deep this web of deception and danger truly extended.

Upon our return to Juan's residence, he turned to me with a determined expression. "We're going to act as if we didn't learn about Guzman's actions," he declared firmly.

I nodded in agreement, and then he inquired, "So, you're Camila's daughter?"

I affirmed, "Yes, that's correct."

Juan appeared troubled as he continued, "There's something I want you to know. The man Guzman was speaking to on the phone might be Chief Armando, the head of the police department. I'm not entirely certain, but we need to find out."

My eyes widened in shock. "I know him," I admitted. "Sofia wanted to get close to him so she could have a better chance of winning the beauty pageant. He's one of the sponsors."

Juan cursed softly under his breath, visibly frustrated with himself. "I was foolish," he muttered, lightly chastising himself. "I wish I had realized earlier that Guzman was part of their plan. All of this might have been avoided."

I was perplexed by his words and inquired, "What do you mean by that?"

Juan sighed, his regret evident. "The night of the incident, Guzman informed me that Mencia's men were planning to bomb the nightclub, that they had explosives, and we had to intervene to scatter the party before anyone would get hurt."

My eyes widened as I began to connect the dots. "Then the police vehicles arrived at the scene," I said, starting to understand the situation. "That's when they carried the girls."

Juan looked at me intently and asked, "Do you remember seeing Sofia entering one of those vehicles?"

I tried to recall the chaotic scene from that night, and then it hit me. "I'm not sure but I saw her," I replied, my voice filled with dread.

Juan's face contorted with frustration and self-blame. He kept hitting himself lightly, clearly overwhelmed by his own guilt.

I moved closer to him and gently placed my hand on his face to stop him from hitting himself. "Please, stop hurting yourself," I pleaded. "You didn't know what Guzman had planned. It's not your fault, Juan."

I looked into his beautiful green eyes, and in that moment, something shifted between us. He pulled me closer , and our lips met in a passionate kiss and we kept making out . It was as if our shared experiences and the weight of the situation had brought us closer together, creating a connection neither of us could ignore.

He pulled away from the kiss and said to me, "You are entering the contest. You are the next Miss SanCasas." I was shocked by what he said, and as I was about to respond, he pulled me closer again and resumed the kiss.

We kept kissing each other with increased passion and I decided to take a bold move and placed my palm over his crotch..

Oh my!!

He was hard!

Without a warning ,he carried me to the bedroom and gently placed me on the bed. He expertly sucked on my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through me. As he began to undo his belt, he paused to ask if I truly desired this.

I nodded eagerly as he removed his trousers, revealing his seven-inch length.He climbed on top of me, and the rest unfolded.