Your Son Will Suffer The Consequences.

Earlier in the day, while the sun still bathed the city in warm hues, Angelina paced the space of her room, chewing on the tip of her nails as she concocted a sinister plan. It had taken a few days, but soon she had Recognized that Leonica must have kept the figurine away from Ashley because till this day, she was yet to hear news concerning Ashley’s life being in danger. In shorter sentences, her plan had failed and she was possibly screwed. “Fuck!” She cursed loudly, kicking her coffee table with her leg. The poor furniture suffered the wrath of her anger and toppled over, transparent glass on the top shattering into small piece the moment it hit the floor, creating a loud bang. In seconds her maids had rushed in, worried for her safety. “Ms. Fernandez, is everything okay?” Her head maid asked as her eyes trailed from the broken coffee table on the floor to her messy wardrobe, broken vanity mirror and toppled over makeup chair. Without another word, she knew exactly what was happenin