Rita Faros has always watched over her son, Cal Faros, like a hawk. But this time, she can’t stay silent. She has discovered something that disgusts and enrages her—Cal has been secretly seeing Ronda Riy, the girlfriend of his own cousin, Faro Faros.
This is not just betrayal. This is wrong.
And she won’t allow it.
Rita Confronts Cal
Location: Cal Mansion – Midnight
Rita storms into Cal’s private lounge, where he sits, shirt half-unbuttoned, sipping Cal Cola, smirking as if he owns the world.
Rita (angrily): “I knew you were reckless, Cal. I knew you were selfish. But this? This is a whole new level of shame.”
Cal raises an eyebrow, unfazed. “Oh? And what exactly am I guilty of now, Mother?”
Rita steps closer, eyes burning with rage. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you’ve been doing with Ronda Riy.”
Cal sets his drink down slowly. For the first time, his smirk fades just a little.
Cal: “And?”
Rita: “And?! She’s your cousin’s girlfriend! Do you have any idea what this means? Do you even care?”
Cal leans back, his smirk returning. “You say that like I stole her. Like she didn’t want it. Like she didn’t choose me.”
Rita slaps him. Hard.
Cal barely flinches, but the room falls dead silent.
Rita (furious, voice shaking): “You’re disgusting.”
Cal chuckles, rubbing his jaw. “You used to call me your perfect boy. What changed?”
Rita: “You did.”
She steps closer, lowering her voice, teeth clenched. “I don’t care how rich you are, how powerful you think you are. This? This is low. Even for you.”
Cal meets her glare, unapologetic. “Oh, come on, Mother. I thought you’d be proud. You always told me to take whatever I want.”
Rita (coldly): “Not family.”
Cal exhales, shaking his head. “Relax. It’s not like I’m in love with her.”
Rita: “Then why? Just to spite Faro? Just to prove you can?”
Cal picks up his drink again, swirling it in the glass. “Maybe. Or maybe, she just looks better on my arm than his.”
Rita clenches her fists. “If you keep this up, you’ll destroy your relationship with Faro forever.”
Cal shrugs. “Maybe. Or maybe, Faro will just have to learn—”
Rita cuts him off, voice like ice:
“I won’t let you ruin this family.”
Rita leaves the mansion. Later that evening Rita returns to the Cal mansion.
Cal Mansion – Private Lounge
Ronda lounges on the couch, draped in an expensive leather coat and a pearl necklace— gift from Cal. She sips a Cal Cola through a straw, legs crossed, looking every bit like she belongs in luxury.
Across from her, Cal smirks, amused, twirling an expensive gold watch on his wrist.
Rita bursts in, her green eyes flashing with fury.
Rita (coldly): “You’re pathetic.”
Ronda raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
Rita steps forward, towering over her. “I know exactly what you’re doing. You don’t love either of them. You’re just a gold-digging little girl playing games with two men who have no idea what you really are.”
Ronda laughs mockingly. “Oh, Rita, please. Just because you’re bitter about your own past doesn’t mean you get to judge me.”
Cal leans back, enjoying the show. “Now, now, ladies. Let’s not get too personal.”
Rita glares at her son. “And you. You think this is funny? You’re letting her use you, all because you want to hurt Faro. You think you’re in control, but you’re just as much of a fool as he is.”
Cal smirks. “Mother, please. If anything, I’m the one using her.”
Ronda narrows her eyes. “Excuse me?”
Cal turns to Ronda, completely unbothered. “Oh, don’t act surprised. You wanted my money, my status. I wanted to watch Faro squirm. It’s mutual, isn’t it?”
Ronda’s smile falters just a little.
Rita leans in close to Ronda, voice low and dangerous.
“You think you’re clever? That you can just play with men like this? Faro might be too blind to see it, but I do. And I promise you—when I’m done with you, you’ll wish you never stepped foot in this family.”
Ronda’s eyes widened in surprise at Rita’s accusations, but she wasn’t backing down so easily. Instead, she leaned in closer to Cal, her lips parting ever so slightly. Cal took this as his cue and pressed his lips against hers, in front of his own mother, kissing Ronda passionately using his tongue darting out to explore the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Rita gasped in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Cal! What the hell are you doing?” she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the room.
But Cal didn’t care. He was lost in the throes of passion, his hands roaming over Ronda’s body, exploring every curve and crevice until she moaned in pleasure.
Rita left in disgust as the two lovers kept on kissing shamelessly.
Aftermath.
Cal thought he won. By French-kissing Ronda right in front of Rita, he thought he had humiliated her, proven his dominance, and declared his independence.
But he underestimated his mother.
The slap still burned on his cheek, but it was nothing compared to what was coming.
Rita doesn’t forget.
And she doesn’t forgive.
The Consequences Begin, Cal Mansion – Midnight
The air is thick with tension.
Cal sits in his dimly lit lounge, a glass of Cal Cola in one hand, a smirk still playing on his lips. The satisfaction of seeing his mother storm out still lingers—he can almost taste the victory.
But then his phone buzzes.
A message.
From Albort.
Sir, urgent matter. All of your Faros family assets have been frozen.
Cal’s smirk vanishes.
He stares at the screen, disbelief flickering across his face.
Frozen?
The entire Faros estate?
Rita moved fast.
Cal (muttering): “That witch…”
Across the room, Ronda stretches lazily on the couch, completely unaware. She flips through a designer magazine, admiring clothes she planned to make Cal buy her.
Ronda (playfully): “What’s with the face, babe? Don’t tell me Mummy scared you.”
Cal doesn’t respond. He grips his phone tighter.
Then another message.
Your accounts tied to Faros properties are under review. Possible legal action incoming.
Now, his heart starts pounding.
This isn’t just a threat.
This is a declaration of war.
Rita didn’t just slap him. She’s coming for his power.
Cal (gritted teeth): “Son of a—”
He stands abruptly, knocking over his drink.
Ronda raises an eyebrow. “Uh, Cal?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he dials a number.
Rita’s Next Move : A Penthouse in Thundarr City
Rita stands near a floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city skyline. She holds a glass of Thundara juice, sipping it slowly, satisfied.
A figure stands behind her—Albort.
Albort (calmly): “It’s done, madam. His resources are effectively cut off. He won’t be able to sustain his lavish lifestyle for long without crawling back.”
Rita smirks. “Good.”
She turns, her green eyes sharp. “And what about the girl?”
Albort nods. “We’re gathering information. She’s made enemies before. A little push, and her entire social circle will turn against her.”
Rita takes another sip, pleased.
“Then push.”
Back at Cal’s Mansion: The First Sign of Trouble
Cal paces the room, furious. He’s already made four calls, and every banker, every lawyer, every financial manager he speaks to gives him the same answer.
His assets are locked.
Ronda, still oblivious, rolls her eyes. “Cal, baby, why are you stressing? Just use another account.”
Cal snaps. “I CAN’T, RONDA!”
She flinches. His tone is sharper than ever.
For the first time, real fear flickers in her eyes.
Ronda (hesitant): “Wait… you’re serious?”
Cal clenches his jaw, breathing heavily. His mother didn’t just retaliate—she crippled him.
And if he doesn’t fight back fast, he’ll have nothing.
But worst of all?
He can already hear Rita’s voice in his head.
“Then stop me.”
