Hugo stord through the mansion’s endless hallways, muttering curses under his breath. "Sanchez! You absolute clown! Why did you even call if you were fine? I should’ve let you faint for real! I could’ve been—"
He stopped himself, realising what he was about to say. "No, I should have been with her right now! Ugh!"
His shoes clacked against the polished marble floors as he continued his rant.
"All that precious ti wasted listening to his dramatic nonsense… and for what? For him to faint, fake-die, and then spring back up like nothing happened?!"
His mind drifted back to the gorgeous girl waiting in the room. "Please, oh gods above," he began to pray, his voice theatrical, "let her still be there. I promise I’ll... uh, donate ten silver coins to charity or sothing."
He scratched his head. "Okay, maybe five. But she has to still be there. And untouched!"
He clasped his hands together like he was in prayer. "And hey, if she’s naked, I’ll consider that a divine bonus!"
Determined, he picked up his pace. But halfway through the journey, he screeched to a halt. His brow furrowed.
"Wait… isn’t this the hallway with the ugly statue of the naked cherub holding a fish?" He glanced around and cursed loudly. "Damn it! Wrong way! Why does this mansion need fifty identical hallways?"
Frustrated, Hugo backtracked and started again, this ti muttering directions to himself.
"Okay, past the lion statue, left at the fountain, straight through the big doors with the gold handles—who designs places like this?!"
By the ti he finally found the right hallway, a full twenty minutes had passed. Sweaty and flustered, he rushed to the door and paused, taking a deep breath.
"Alright, gods," he whispered, his voice a mix of desperation and hope. "I’m here. You’ve got one last chance. Don’t let down. And please—please—if she’s still there, I’ll… I’ll promise to… I don’t know, donate so money or adopt a cat or sothing."
With one last steadying breath, Hugo pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave.
There she was! She was bent over the bed, her eyes closed, her figure frad perfectly by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
’She waited for ! And she even stripped! Look at her—arched perfectly, like she’s modelling for an art class!’ His grin grew wider, his ego swelling.
’Oh, she’s definitely ready! I must’ve made quite the impression for her to—’
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
His internal monologue ca to an abrupt halt as he opened the door wider. Standing directly behind her, mid-motion, was a bald, muscular guy. The very sa bald-headed jerk who had tossed him into the pool earlier.
The bald man glanced over his shoulder at Hugo for a split second, smirked, and then completely ignored him, resuming his movents with gusto.
Hugo stood frozen in the doorway, his face contorted in a mix of horror, disbelief, and betrayal. ’What… what am I even looking at? His thoughts spiralled into chaos. Is this real? Am I hallucinating?’
The bald man let out a triumphant grunt, and Hugo’s soul practically left his body.
’ARE YOU KIDDING ?’ he scread internally. ’Not only did she betray , but she chose the villain who threw into the pool! This is betrayal of Shakespearean proportions!’
The couple didn’t even acknowledge him. Hugo felt the urge to yell, but what was the point? ’I can’t even fight this guy! He’s built like a castle, and I’m just… well, . Okay, not scrawny anymore, but still not gorilla-level!’
With a final defeated glare, Hugo muttered, "You deserve each other, you backstabbing traitors!" He spun around and stord out, slamming the door for emphasis.
As he walked away, his anger boiled over, and he began composing a tragic poem aloud.
"Oh, my luck, you treacherous foe,
Why must you strike such a cruel blow?
Your journey continues on empire
Sanchez, the fraud, Collins, the flirt,
And Baldy the Beast, who made eat dirt.
My life, a play, a cody of pain,
Where villains thrive, and I’m left in the rain."
He sniffled dramatically. "I should publish this. It’s pure art." He realized now why most famous arts were made when the artist were going through sh*t!
As he wandered aimlessly, he passed another room with its door slightly ajar. Unable to resist his nosy instincts, he peeked inside—and imdiately regretted it.
There, sprawled across a massive bed, was Collins, shirtless and surrounded by two beautiful won, both of whom were practically draped over him.
The trio was deeply engrossed in a passionate make-out session.
Hugo’s eye twitched. "TWO?" he whispered incredulously. "He gets TWO, and I can’t even get one?"
For a brief mont, he considered barging in just to ruin Collins’ fun, but he ultimately sighed and walked away. "Nah. Let him have his fun. Not like I could compete with that anyway."
Feeling utterly defeated, Hugo wandered onto the balcony, the cool night breeze washing over him.
He let out a long, drawn-out sigh and muttered to himself, "Maybe I should just join a monastery. Monks don’t have to deal with this kind of heartbreak, right? Live the rest of my short life in peace?"
As he leaned on the railing, his eyes caught a figure standing at the far end of the balcony. The person was leaning casually against the railings, smoking a cigarette.
The moonlight highlighted the curve of their back and the gentle sway of their hair in the breeze.
Hugo squinted, his breath catching in his throat. ’Who is that?’
He took a cautious step closer, srised by the figure’s elegance. As he neared, the person turned slightly, revealing their profile.
"Lisa?" Hugo whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief.
She exhaled a puff of smoke, her expression unreadable as she stared out into the night. The sight of her, bathed in moonlight and radiating an aura of quiet confidence, made Hugo’s heart race.
’Why does she always look so damn cool? And why am I sweating?’
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