Angela was in her room about to take sleep when her mobile phone rang, suddenly notifying her of a text message. She groaned and stood up; her phone was on charge on the table.

She lowered her head and squinted at the massage in surprise. It was Stella Hill. How the hell did she get her phone number!? And why was she messaging her after everything she and her brother had done to her!? Angela was livid.

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"Stella, let me remind you once again, I'm not interested in you," Angela replied and then put her phone aside.

Soon, there was another message. Though feeling annoyed, she still opened it out of curiosity.

"If you want to keep your secret, you'd better meet me right away."

Angela became nervous when she saw Stella's reply. She put down her phone and recalled the experience in Stella's car. Did Stella know who she really was? Did she know that her real name was Angela Watts and she's a woman? The more she thought about it, the uneasier she became. She quickly picked up her phone and decided to reply. There was simply too much at stake here for her not to take Stella's threat seriously.

"Where do you want to meet?"

***

She ran into Drake as soon as she opened the door. She could feel his anger radiating off him when he noticed she was about to go out.

"Are you going out?" asked Drake coldly.

"Yes."

Before Drake could protest, Angelo pushed past him. "Drake, I am going to go for a run!" He then turned around and ran off into the night.

Drake stared at his back with a confused and angry expression. He turned his wrist to look at the time. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Drake was not stupid; he knew Angelo would never go for a run, especially not at night. Where did he have to go? Was it so important?

When Angela got to the restaurant Stella had mentioned, a waiter standing at the door came right away.

"Excuse me, are you Angelo?"

"Yes," Angela nodded.

She was then led to a private room by the waiter. She opened the door and saw Stella sitting in a booth in a bright pink dress. Angela looked down at her shirt and runners. Gosh, she was quite underdressed.

Angela walked closer with trepidation. Did Stella really know she was Angela Watts? Stella motioned for her to sit in front of her, which Angela did.

"Angelo, so nice to see you again," Stella drawled sweetly. "Here, have something to eat." She pushed a plate of nachos towards Angela.

Angela shook her head no. "Why did you want to meet me?"

Stella smiled. It looks like her plan had worked. She knew no such secret of Angelo. However, she could not think of another excuse to have him meet her alone. After all, there was no one who has any secrets, especially in the high society of Harbour.

"We will get to that," Stella replied. She knew she could not be overhasty; otherwise, Angelo would know she was lying.

Angela narrowed her eyes and sat down stiffly, taking a sip of water to calm her nerves. She pushed the plate of food back, not in the mood for chit-chat. She wanted to know why Stella had called her here so late.

"No, I want you to tell me why you called me here! Do not tell me you called me here for this?" Angela spoke while gesturing to the food.

Stella smiled softly and slipped her foot slowly over Angelo's feet under the table. Angela jerked back, feeling confused. What the hell was she playing at?

"Oh, sorry, was that your leg?" Stella said innocently, pretending that it was an accident.

"I know you did that on purpose, Stella. Why don't you cut to the chase and tell me the real reason I am here!" Angela growled.

Stella laughed and stood up, shimmying over to Angela's side, swaying her hips seductively. She was wearing a short low-cut dress, and her boobs were almost spilling out of it.

"You have never been with a girl before, have you?" Stella sat down beside her and whispered in her ear.

Angela looked over at her. Stella's eyes were determined and full of conquest. Hearing her words left Angela stunned.

She felt Stella place her hand over her thigh and slowly move between her legs. Angela hastily pushed her away and said, "It's none of your business."

Angela pushed her aside and was about to leave, but she found the door of the private room to be locked.

Stella stood up and started laughing maniacally, "Did you find the taste of water to be…different?"

Angela gasped and felt uncomfortable immediately when hearing her words. Her heart started racing, and she felt blood rushing to her cheeks, and her eyes began to blur.

"What did you do!??" Angela yelled and shrieked.

Stella smiled when she noticed the drug taking effect. Angelo's eyes were red, and he was swaying on his feet. Stella walked closer to him and hugged Angelo, supporting him so he would not fall.

Angela's mind was hazy and unclear, so she grabbed Stella's hand unknowingly.

"What did you do?" Angela mumbled, almost losing consciousness.

"Do not worry, my love. Everything will be alright."

Stella sat him down and noticed Angelo was in a state of unconsciousness now, so she leaned his back on the sofa, so he was lying down in front of Stella. Stella smiled and started roaming her hands over Angelo's body. She squeezed his chest and groaned, feeling herself get wet at the thought she finally got the opportunity to touch Angelo. Slipping her hands under Angelo's sweatshirt, she started moving up towards his chest trying to seek his nipples to get it hard at the sensations but felt something tied on it - a corset? She leave it for a while.

Stella was about to take Angelo's pants off when the private dining room door slammed open.

"Ughh, what the fuck? I fucking told you to leave me alone!" Stella yelled, not looking back at who it was.

"Why don't you leave her the fuck alone?"

Drake.