Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela Matamoros stumbled out of La familia Matamoros holding the bloody military knife before hailing a cab.

The heat, which was pervasively running through her body …

Her dejected appearance could not prevent the driver from looking in the rearview mirror as well, and his eyes twitched at the sight of the bloody military knife in his hand.

Micaela Matamoros hurried to hide the military knife in her hand.

The driver asked in a trembling voice, “Chica, where are you, where are you going?”.

Feeling close to death, Micaela Matamoros tugged at her neck and said in a muffled voice, “To the Amengual Group building.”

Only now did she realize, with sadness, that the only person she could turn to in such a critical situation was Nico, whom she had only known for a few days.

Micaela Matamoros clenched her fist, wanting to take a gamble for once and give it her all.

…

When Micaela Matamoros arrived at the Amengual Group building, she repressed her discomfort and heat, walked quickly to the reception desk and said, “I need to see your Mr. Nico.”

The receptionist gave her an expressionless look and said coldly, “Every day there are girls like you lining up to see Mr. Nico, and if I let them in all the time, Mr. Nico will be bored out of his mind. No one is allowed in without an appointment.”

Micaela Matamoros had lost her patience, the changes in her body told her that if she stayed here any longer she would do something even more humiliating.

Micaela Matamoros grabbed the military knife in her hand and placed it around the receptionist’s neck, ordering, “Take me to him!”.

“Ah!”

The receptionist shrieked, attracting security guards, and in the lobby there was immediate agitation.

Soon, the president’s office received the message.

Campoverde entered the president’s office and reported, “Mr. Nico, there is a girl named Jane downstairs in the lobby, holding a knife and threatening the receptionist.”

Jane?

Nico frowned slightly, stood up and said, “Go downstairs and check it out.”

…

Ding-dong.

The elevator doors opened.

Nico stepped out of the elevator with long legs and caught a glimpse of Micaela Matamoros holding a bloody military knife around the receptionist’s neck.

Nico was slightly stunned, he hadn’t expected her to be so bold as to break the law just to see him.

Micaela Matamoros also saw Nico.

Nico approached with a firm step, his dark eyes looked calmly into Micaela Matamoros’ eyes scarlet from the effects of the drug, he held out a hand and said in a deep voice, “Micaela Matamoros, give me the knife.”

Micaela Matamoros’ hand, trembling as she grabbed the military knife, removed it from the receptionist’s neck and handed it to Nico.

When Nico grabbed the knife, Micaela Matamoros threw herself into his arms.

With her face buried in his chest, her hands gripped Nico’s arms tightly, and her low voice conveyed an extraordinarily strong desire to live: “Help me.”

Nico stood slightly stunned, looking down at the soft girl in his arms.

Campoverde, a man of vision, knew that Micaela Matamoros was not a terrorist and said to the staff watching, “Let’s disperse, it’s been a misunderstanding, let’s get to work! Stop watching.”

Micaela Matamoros could not contain herself and rubbed against Nico’s arms.

Nico smiled slightly, “So impatient?”.

But when he looked at Micaela Matamoros, he frowned slightly, it was obvious she was high!

Micaela Matamoros was on the verge of tears, her body felt like it was inhabited by a beast she had never felt before, she wanted to hug Nico tightly and she wanted Nico to hug her tightly.

Her body drove Micaela Matamoros to bow her head and plead, “Hold me …. please…”

Nico leaned in slightly and gathered Micaela Matamoros in a horizontal hug.

The receptionist’s eyes went straight.

What the hell is going on?

Nico led Micaela Matamoros to the special elevator, and Campoverde had the good sense not to follow her.

A colleague asked Campoverde: “Campoverde, who is that girl Mr. Nico is carrying?”.

Campoverde: “I don’t know, but she looks like … Mr. Nico is supposed to be in love.”

…

In the special elevator, Nico had just left Micaela Matamoros on the floor when the girl’s soft, cool body enveloped him again.

Nico sulked and reached up to pull her arms away from him, looking straight at her, “Micaela Matamoros, do you know what you’re doing?”

“I know.” She wanted to live, she felt like dying.

“Don’t you regret it?”

Micaela Matamoros straightened up and wrapped her arms around his neck again, speaking hoarsely and pitifully into his ear, “Mr. Nico … I’m so horny … ”

The voice was soft and feminine.

The hot breath she exhaled, finely spraying the nape of his neck, teased and tickled him.

Nico’s eyes darkened deeply as his large hands cupped the back of her neck and pressed her tightly against the elevator wall.

The man’s tall, erect body covered her and he lowered his head, sealing it with a kiss.

In between, Nico’s cold, deep but sensual voice whispered in her ear, “There’s no turning back, Micaela Matamoros, don’t cry out in regret.”

Her conscience, increasingly dazed.

She had a vague feeling that Nico had taken her to a room with a big bed.

It was like a dream.

Micaela Matamoros was crying in her dream as if she were a wounded puppy.

Everyone was harassing her, everyone wanted to destroy her.

The tears, more and more fierce.

Nico bites her so hard it hurts.

The man asks vaguely in her ear, “What, are you aggravated?”.

“…”

Micaela Matamoros was half stunned and unable to respond at all.

Nico’s movements, however, became more aggressive, his voice cold as he bit her ear, “Micaela Matamoros, don’t forget, this is what you want.”

…

Micaela Matamoros was like a small boat, lurching and floating in the endless darkness of the sea.

The fog was so thick around them that they couldn’t see around them.

Nico saw that the woman in the bed was curled up like a baby, clutching the corners of the blankets, her eyes scarlet, moaning.

Her body was tense, as if she were having a nightmare.

But that softness awakened a long-dormant protective desire in Nico.

Nico sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, her fingers gently wiping the cold tears from the corners of her eyes.

Micaela Matamoros, in her sleep, took his hand between hers and, as if clinging to driftwood, moaned, “Mama, don’t leave me alone…”.

She was really tired.

The tip of Nico’s heart, twitched slightly.

Without withdrawing his hand, he let her hold it.

…

Micaela Matamoros woke up in a strange place and all the changes in her body reminded her that she had slept with Nico.

Nico was no longer there.

It was one of the rooms where Nico used to rest after an exhausting day at the office.

Micaela Matamoros lifted the sheets and a red stain on them embarrassed her to her core.

She bit her lip and got out of bed, her legs sore and numb.

She went to the bathroom and hugged herself, under the shower, and rinsed for a long, long time.

Whether they were tears on her face, or water marks, who knows.

The hatred in her heart, like ripples churning in the water, expanded rapidly.

If it hadn’t been for Beltran Matamoros, he wouldn’t have made it this far.

He would have made the Matamoros family pay the price they deserved.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

…

Micaela Matamoros washed up and did not go with Nico, but quickly went to the Amengual Group.

Nico was in a meeting when Campoverde pushed and leaned toward his ear and said, “Mr. Nico, Miss Florencia is gone.”

Nico’s thin lips curved slightly, “That’s very self-conscious.”

It was a good thing he wasn’t clingy.

…

Micaela Matamoros returned to La familia Matamoros.

As soon as Beltran Matamoros saw her, he pointed to her nose and scolded her, “You know you have injured Sister Natanael and now she is in the hospital and Sister Natanael has experienced the injury and plans to sue you!”

Micaela Matamoros scoffed, “Do you have the nerve to sue me?”.

“You’re coming with me to the hospital right now to apologize to Sister Natanael! Make up for it.”

Beltran Matamoros reached out and grabbed Micaela Matamoros by the wrist and headed for the door.

Micaela Matamoros shook it off: “I defended myself, you couldn’t sue me if you did! On the contrary, if I sue you, you will pay the legal price.”

Beltran Matamoros frowned: “Micaela Matamoros! You want to put on a show and embarrass The Matamoros family!”.

Micaela Matamoros smirked and said, “Have I disgraced The Matamoros family? It’s not me who has disgraced The Matamoros family. You, like my own father, who pushed a horny old man of almost fifty years on me and allowed him to destroy me, are simply not human.”

Camila Linares, on the other side of the room, let out an “ups” and played nice, “Micaela, you don’t have to be ashamed of Sor Natanael said that if you agree to marry him, he will give us $5 million just for the bride price. And you, no need to make a fuss, yesterday he didn’t get his way and you stabbed him, you go and apologize to your father and this is over.”

Heh, five million.

Micaela Matamoros ignored Camila Linares and glared at Beltran Matamoros, “Dad, you’re pushing me to an old man for a five million bride price. ”

Beltran Matamoros was perplexed as he gritted his teeth: “You, no! I’m doing it for your own good, marry Sister Natanael and you won’t have to worry for the rest of your life, what’s your problem?”.

Micaela Matamoros tugged at the corners of her lips in desperation, her heart was exhausted, but the hatred was growing and she did not want to talk to Beltran Matamoros anymore.

“Today I return to La familia Matamoros because I want to wipe the slate clean with you.”

Beltran Matamoros was stunned, “What do you mean, is it hard to say you want to break up with us?”.

Micaela Matamoros said, word for word: “This is the last time I call you father. As of today, we are no longer father and daughter. For the rest of my life, I, Micaela Matamoros, will no longer have the last name Jane and I will no longer call Beltran Matamoros daddy.”

“You…!”

“If in the future I feel the slightest remorse for having broken my relationship with The Matamoros family, they will not let me die.” Micaela Matamoros cast a poisonous spell.

Beltran Matamoros took a step back, furious, and glared at her, covering his chest, “You … you are a traitor! You don’t deserve to be a girl!”.

Micaela Matamoros laughed softly and glared at Beltran Matamoros: “I’ll give it back to you, you’re not worthy to be a father either!”.

From then on, La Ciudad Santa would never again have a daughter of The Matamoros family named Micaela Matamoros.

That year, Micaela Matamoros changed her last name.

Micaela.

Micaela moved out of the Matamoros family completely, taking all her belongings with her.

The Matamoros family acted as if she had never lived as a person.

Leaving The Matamoros family without food or shelter, Micaela knew the future would be hard and difficult, but the moment she left The Matamoros family, Micaela was relieved.