Mistakenly Yours: Contract Marriage With The Billionaire-Chapter 137: The Port of Calebriee

Frida pressed her temple, a headache blooming as she mentally tallied the loss of yet another crucial project. She picked up her phone and called Mathias, but the call never connected, he must have blocked her number. A wry laugh escaped her mouth. At this rate, she thought grimly, her entire business would fall apart.

Checking the clock, she decided it was time to leave. Gathering her bag, she walked out of her office space, but as soon as she stepped onto the pavement, she found her brother standing just outside the car. He was leaning against the vehicle, idly flicking the metallic lighter’s cap open and shut.

"Why are you here?" Frida questioned, her voice tight with surprise and annoyance.

Diego looked at her and straightened up. Tucking the lighter back into his pocket, he said, "I told you we needed to meet this evening. But since you were late, I decided to pick you up." He then opened the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in.

Frida frowned, her annoyance palpable, but she quickly slid into the passenger seat while Diego walked around and finally settled into the driver’s seat.

Diego smoothly drove the car and finally pulled up outside a famously old-fashioned ice cream shop.

"Remember this place? We used to come here all the time in our school days," Diego stated, a genuine smile on his face as he exited the car. Frida rolled her eyes but stepped out too, finding him waiting right beside her. "Let’s go in," he said, walking ahead of her.

He pushed the heavy glass door open, holding it for his sister to walk in first. At the counter, Diego ordered their favorite flavor: pineapple.

"My mood was terrible. I’m glad you brought me here, Brother," Frida remarked, scooping a small amount of the ice cream from the bowl and eating it with a soft expression on her face.

"Mom is worried about us," Diego said, his tone turning serious as he broached the subject. "What you said yesterday truly scared her."

Frida looked directly at her brother and let the spoon rest back into the bowl. "Brother, Sara is thriving and having the time of her life. Meanwhile, we three, you, me, and Mom, are in ruins. My business is getting completely decimated thanks to her. I am losing massive deals." Her tone was sharp and clearly showed the deep resentment she had developed toward Sara in recent times.

"And you’re the reason behind it. Admit it," Diego stated, his eyes locking with hers.

"What has happened to you? You always agreed with my plans, Brother," Frida said, her eyes widening in disbelief at his unexpected opposition.

"You could say I’ve realized the mistakes I’ve made so far." He then lowered his gaze, stirring his melting ice cream with his spoon. "I am suffering, you know, from anxiety." He chuckled, a dry, sad sound. "It’s hard to believe that I used to laugh at Sara’s miseries once."

Frida frowned, completely bewildered to hear this confession from her brother. "I told you to work in my company. It would have been much better for you," she stated, deflecting the emotional content.

"Frida, let’s not trouble Sara anymore. Let’s focus on our lives. We have only Mom now. She’s not eating well, she’s not sleeping well either. And I think Dad is suffering too," Diego continued in a pleading tone. "I’ve decided to talk to Sara tomorrow. I just hope she’s open to it. I want her to know that no matter what, our mother did love her father. The divorce happened when it shouldn’t have. Let’s not dive any further into hatred. What do you say?"

Frida was utterly bewildered by Diego’s change of heart and the sincerity with which he spoke. "Didn’t you hate Sara?" she asked flatly.

"Yes, I did," Diego admitted immediately. "But more than that, it was envy. She’s a stepsister, but deep down, I always wished for her to be my elder sister. We three have had a messed-up childhood. I—I want to change things for us, for Dad and Mom. I realized it too late, but I truly want things to turn right. And I know Sara will agree too. I know her this much."

"Well, I don’t consider Sara a family. I never did," Frida muttered, picking up her spoon and focusing back onto her ice cream. "I won’t meddle in her life for your and Mom’s sake. I don’t like Dad. He always found faults in our mother."

She resumed eating the icecream while Diego smiled slowly.

~~~~

Sara and Luca checked into the hotel. Their flight Sara and Luca checked into the hotel. Their flight had been unexpectedly delayed, and instead of arriving at noon, they landed late in the evening. Now, completely exhausted, Sara lay down on the mattress of the large bed before turning onto her side and pulling up the duvet.

"I’m sleepy," she murmured, already drifting off.

"You should sleep then," Luca replied gently, removing the watch from his wrist. He caressed her hair before leaning down and kissing the top of her head. She smiled faintly and pulled him down to sit beside her.

Leaning her head back into his lap, she asked, "Are you going to meet your friend when I’ll be asleep?"

"Yeah. Lucius dropped a message that he’s nearby the hotel, so he’ll be coming here in a bit."

"Hmm. Does he have a wife?" Sara inquired casually.

"Yep, and two beautiful kids too," Luca answered.

"What? Really?" Sara was shocked for a moment. "We should have bought something for them from Madrid! Now, what will you give them?" She quickly sat up, her hair falling forward around her face.

"Why do we have to give them something?" Luca asked, slightly bewildered by her sudden energy.

"Luca, kids love gifts! And it’s highly likely we will keep meeting Lucius and his family in the future. We should buy gifts for his wife and kids," Sara pronounced firmly.

"Wait! What about your rest?" Luca questioned, concerned about her exhaustion. "Also, we aren’t meeting his family now," Luca clarified. "I don’t think Layla and the kids are in Rome. They have gone for their vacation somewhere. Lucius did mention it, but I don’t remember where."

"Oh," Sara replied, the urgency draining out of her.

"And for Lucius, I did buy something," Luca stated. He then gently made her lay back down on the mattress. "You should take some rest now."

"You can go then," Sara said, yawning deeply. She turned her back to him, and slowly closed her eyes, the exhaustion winning out. Luca, after making sure she was deeply asleep, quietly left the room and took the elevator down to the first floor lobby. Entering the hotel’s vibrant café house, he spotted Lucius, who immediately stood and waved at him.

Luca hurried over, and the two friends exchanged a firm handshake before sharing a warm hug.

"It’s been long, man," Lucius remarked sincerely.

"Well, yes!" Luca replied. "You still look exactly the same. And here’s a small gift for you I brought from Madrid." Luca handed him a gift bag.

"Thanks, Dude," Lucius smiled, accepting the gift, and finally, they both sat down. Lucius quickly ordered coffee for them, and the waiter left.

"How are your kids and wife?" Luca asked, leaning forward.

"They are doing fantastic. Currently, they’ve gone to Damien’s grandmother’s place," Lucius explained. "My both kids are three years old, twins, remember? They are quite small but growing rapidly. I had an important business deal to close, so I decided to stay behind, but I will travel tomorrow to be with them."

The waiter returned with their coffee and placed the cups down. Lucius thanked him, took a deep sip, and set his cup down. "What about you? You got married in an exceptional way," he remarked, a curious grin on his face.

"Yeah, things happened," Luca replied, taking a moment. "I’ve been doing well. Recently, though, an attack happened on my wife. It was carried out by Martin Lorozov. You said you could tell me more about him," he affirmed, leaning in slightly, "so, I decided to fly here immediately."

"After you informed me about him, I did some tracking," Lucius confirmed. "You know that I no longer work in that line of business, but I still have some connections, so it wasn’t tough for me to track him down."

"So, where is he?" Luca asked.

"The Port of Calebriee," Lucius answered, setting his cup down. "It’s the best place for all the illegal activities, usually smuggling I would strongly advise against attacking unless you are damn sure that you can take them down. Even the police try to stay away from them."

"I’ll keep that in mind. I have come here to check this place myself once before planning how to pull Martin out of there. He has some dues left with me," Luca said with a deep frown before picking up the cup and taking a long sip of the coffee.