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"What do you want, Sarah?" Nathan growls as he steps out. "Can’t you see I’m busy?""Busy?" she spits out, full of disdain. "You’re just a pathetic bastard who only thinks with what’s between his legs.""And how exactly does it affect you that I do it with my wife?" he shoots back with a mocking smirk. The way his thumb brushes over his lips makes it obvious he's wiping away the lipstick I just left there. "If you came here just to waste time I could be spending with my wife, then feel free to leave. And just so we're clear, as of today you’re officially banned from my company.""You can’t keep me out, Nathan! I came here to apply as a model, and you’re denying me the chance just because your stupid wife hates me. When my aunt finds out...""You had the audacity to sneak into my office and throw yourself at me like some deranged maniac. Be grateful my wife’s a lady and didn’t rip your hair out, even if she was dying to do it." I frown at that blatant lie—he’s got some nerve. "And I’m

"Hand me the keys before you get out," he orders, stretching out his hand. Once the blond guy leaves us alone, I instinctively lean closer to the window, avoiding Nathan's gaze by staring off in any other direction."Very good, sweetheart. At least you realize what you did was wrong," he murmurs, inching toward me."I didn’t think you’d get so upset over a simple slap," I protest, pouting slightly."And how could I not be upset over a blow worthy of a professional boxer?" he counters."It was the only thing I could think of in the moment. It would've been worse if I’d jumped on Sarah and yanked her hair.""Believe it or not, that would’ve been better."I gape at him, unable to believe what I just heard. I stare at him like he's lost his mind."You know what was worse? Besides you humiliating me in front of my employees?""No, what?""Telling them how great our nights together are—and the worst part? I don’t even remember how I make love to you.""It was just a little lie! Besides, you

The days have flown by so quickly—Giselle has already been working at the company for over three weeks. Like every night, I wait for her in the underground garage after her shift to drive her home."How was your day?" I ask, taking her hand and helping her into the car."Really good. Pierre and I improved one of my old formulas—one I hadn’t touched in years. We might be ready to show you a first sample in a few days.""That’s great. Pierre’s really impressed with you, by the way. Every time I talk to him, he keeps praising you. Says you’re the first person he’s ever worked so well with.""It’s my first time working at a company, and honestly, I feel amazing.""Then how did you work with Oliver?" I ask, genuinely curious."From home. Oliver would bring me chemical formulas from his lab and my job was to improve them. He never let me step foot in the company as anything more than his wife... though even then, most days I wasn’t allowed in at all," she answers, her voice dipping into tha

“I’m so glad you’re here, boss,” Scarlett mutters with clear relief when she spots me walking down the hallway next to Kalet, whom she throws a venomous look. “The board members are already in the conference room. They’ve been asking for you,” she informs me, handing me some documents.“I was only a few minutes late,” I grumble as I scan the report detailing the losses we suffered thanks to that idiot Lefebvre.“You’re always so punctual, it threw them off a bit that you weren’t here yet,” she explains with a shrug.“Go to my office and bring the new perfume. Do it while those old foxes start their usual round of arguing,” I tell her. She rushes off without a word, and I turn to Kalet.“Head to the production floor and tell them to start on the new perfume. Pierre should’ve already delivered the sample by now.”“Here it is, boss,” Scarlett interrupts, handing me a small black-and-red briefcase.“Scarlett, you’re coming to the meeting with me. Kalet, handle what I asked. And at six, go

Once I think she’s finally drifted off to sleep, I gently stroke her cheek and press a kiss to her forehead, letting out a deep sigh."I really am sorry," I whisper. "I know I was a jerk, and I hurt you with my words. But trusting people—it’s never come easy to me. Especially with you... being Lefebvre’s ex-wife just makes it worse.""If I forgive you, will you let me sleep?" she mutters without opening her eyes."What the hell?! You weren’t asleep? You were faking it?""I wasn’t faking, I just closed my eyes and hoped you'd stop talking. Obviously, that didn’t work.""Now that you've heard what I needed to say... will you forgive me?"She stays quiet for a few seconds, then sighs softly and opens her eyes."I don’t have anywhere else to go. Right now, you’re the only family I’ve got... at least until our marriage ends." Her voice is low, serious.Her words hit me hard—blunt, honest, and painfully true. And it hurts, knowing that if she had even one other option, she wouldn’t be here.

Nathan “I can’t believe how insensitive you are,” Kalet says sharply when he sees I haven’t gotten up to follow Giselle.“Stop scolding me. She’ll get over it later. I’m sure it’s just some whim of hers, wanting to work here—just like it was for Iris back then.”“I doubt that,” he says coldly, contradicting me.“You doubt it? Why? Do you think you know my wife better than I do?”“No, I don’t know her better. But I can tell you didn’t even notice the way her brow furrowed when you brought up the car or her monthly allowance. And I bet you haven’t realized how much happier she’s been since she started coming here with you.”“Every night when you two leave, she talks nonstop about how amazing Pierre is, how much she’s learning, and the progress they’re making creating new perfumes—perfumes she’s handed to you, and you’ve accepted without a second thought.”“I don’t even recognize the desperate woman who got into your car months ago to make you that deal. She’s not the same—she’s stronge

When she hears me say this, her body tenses, and she starts crying harder than before. I lead her to one of the chairs and gently sit her down.“What happened to her face?” I inquire after a while, lifting her face a little.“What happened to you, sweetheart?” My father-in-law asks, approaching her, and when his fingers touch his wife’s cheek, she swats his hand away.“Don’t touch me.” She replies without looking at him.I see the pain in Liza’s father’s eyes at his wife’s attitude. He lowers his hand but stays by our side, holding back the urge to hug her.“After Stefano left the house, about half an hour later, Lieutenant Barone arrived. Apparently, he had a warrant for Stefano’s arrest because they had discovered everything about his business, but the way he was acting wasn’t normal.“When our men noticed that he started circling the whole property, Mich advised me not to let them in, and that’s what we did. But suddenly, they started attacking us, managing to break through the gat

Once again, I find myself in the cemetery, a place that has become so familiar to me that my chest tightens with the loss I am facing at this moment. I lower my gaze and observe the white rose I hold in my hand, as I feel a single tear escape from my eye. With the same hand holding the rose, I quickly wipe it away, knowing that the person I am now saying goodbye to would not want to see me in this state.After five long years, Giuseppe Lombardi left us to reunite with his son, whom he has longed for all these years. If it weren't for my mother, who became like a daughter to him, the sadness that overwhelmed him might have taken him sooner.I look around, and both my mother and my sisters are devastated by his loss, but I know they also find peace in having been with him in his last days. Next to me, holding my hand as she always has, is my beloved wife Yelizaveta, and at our feet are our children, little Renzo and little Laryssa.As the priest finishes the last words of farewell, my m

We take the elevator down as quickly as we can, and when we reach the parking lot, I head straight to one of the trucks that’s still there without wasting any time."We won’t take long; it’s about thirty minutes from here." I inform them as I get into the truck, buckle my seatbelt, and then floor the accelerator.The drive to my old home passes in a blink, and when we arrive, I see that only a few walls have remained standing over all these years. I turn off the engine and grab one of the guns from under the seat."I want you to stay here until Bellini and Flavio arrive.""We're not staying. We said we'd come with you, and that's what we're doing." Yasha contradicts me, gritting her teeth."Absolutely not. You'll stay here until the rest of my men arrive."I get out before they can argue, pass through the open gates, and barely take two steps before some men appear in front of me. I fire my gun, but just as I'm about to hit another one of them, I see him fall to the ground. I don’t ne

Yelizaveta Little by little, I open my eyes and feel a bit disoriented, not knowing where I am. I shake my head, and when I finally manage to focus, I look around and realize I’m in some sort of abandoned warehouse. But strangely enough, I’m alone—or at least I think I am.Everything is so confusing that every time I try to remember what happened, my head aches a little. When small scenes of what happened this morning finally come to mind, a shiver runs through me. All those trucks blocking our way, my father’s men trying to protect me, the ones from bombon following us, and that girl, screaming my name before being hit and losing consciousness.I try to touch my head where I was struck hard enough to knock me out, but I realize that I’m tied to a chair. Just as I’m about to move it, I hear unfamiliar voices.“They hit her pretty hard.” Shouts a man, followed by a thud. I try to turn my head to see where it’s coming from, but I can’t, so I listen closely to their conversation.“I’m s

Alexandre “Boss, Mr. Belucci is outside and insists on speaking with you.” One of my men informs me. I set aside the documents I’m reading, somewhat confused by the visit from Liza’s father.“Let him in, please.” My man steps aside, and I see Mr. Belucci enter, clearly upset. He looks around as if searching for someone until he finally fixes his gaze on me.“Where is Yelizaveta?” He asks angrily.“I’m sorry, father-in-law, but Liza and I didn’t plan to meet today. I haven’t seen her in days.”“T-that can’t be possible. She told me she was coming to see you and left the house at noon, and she hasn’t returned. It’s already past midnight.” I check the time on my computer and realize she’s been missing for over twelve hours. I jump up from my seat, grab my phone, and try to reach her. “She’s not answering; we’ve been trying for hours.” He says, his voice trembling slightly.“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I ask, frustrated. “What exactly did she say before leaving the house?”“One of yo

Alexandre "For several days now, you've been acting a bit strange. What's bothering you, Alexandre?" Inquires Flavio as soon as he notices my expression.I turn my chair, let out a deep sigh, and gaze out over all of Liguria in an attempt to clear my mind of so many problems. After a brief pause, I decide to speak."Someone blew up Liza's father's ship a few days ago. Apparently, they had a very valuable cargo that was about to be shipped to Russia. This was a significant loss for both my father-in-law and his partner.""And how does that affect you?" Bellini asks. "Don't tell me the bastard dared to blame you?" He growls furiously.I can't help but laugh. When I turn my chair back around to face them, I shake my head."Why am I not surprised you think that of my father-in-law?""Maybe because the idiot is capable of that and more." Bellini retorts, glaring at me."Only because Liza isn't here will I agree with you, but in front of her, I never will. So, you know, Bellini, keep your