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• • • Rosalia's POV -------------- "Mumma, what's this?" Reyna, my little curious daughter who is seven now asked out of nowhere, just as I feared last night. Before I could freshen up and put on some concealer on those hickeys from last night, my babies were in my bed. I should have left the bed early. "Looks like the huge spider bit mumma before I killed it yesterday," Rex tried to make sense with his sister. Indeed an indomitable spider it was, I smiled to myself. But wait .. what? "You killed a huge spider yesterday?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at my naughty son, who looked rather proud of his actions. "Yeah, I did. Aaron was so afraid of it. But I killed it for him. I wish I had a gun to eliminate whatever frightens my brother," Rex huffed, puffing out his cheeks. His words sent an unsettling shiver down my spine. "A gun, Rex?" I repeated, brushing a hand through his messy hair. "There are other ways to deal with fear, my son." It bothers me so damn much how

• • • Rosalia's POV -------------- "Do I need to remind this cunt .. who does it belong to?" He seethed in my ear pulling goosebumps all over my naked body. He slightly smirked in victory observing my vulnerability under his dominance. "Answer me, wife!" Kevin pressed again forcing my chin up making me look into the mirror before which I was standing, heaving in my absolute nakedness. It's been nine years since our marriage, Rex and Reyna are seven now, but still, this man is ever possessive as before. His possessiveness and protectiveness of me grow even further with time if that is even possible. There was a guy, insignificant like every other journalist, who was asking for my time for a private interview. Maybe he is fresh in his respective field that's why he's unaware of the fact that I do not do solo interviews, my husband does not allow me to. Kevin utterly hated the way he looked at me being amused like a little smitten guy, and now I'm being reminded of my

. . . After everyone left, Kevin gently scooped Rose into his arms, carrying her up to their bedroom. He then led her to the bathroom where he had prepared a romantic bath, the tub adorned with delicate rose petals and surrounded by the soft glow of scented candles. Gentle, romantic music filled the air and a bottle of fancy wine awaited them. Before Rose could surprise Kevin with the news of her success, she found he had already created this intimate, cosy arrangement just for them to celebrate it. Rose's heart swelled with warmth. No matter how much time passed, Kevin always had a way of making her feel like the most cherished woman in the entire world. It wasn't just the grand gestures, but the small, thoughtful details ....like how he had lit her favourite lavender-scented candles, knowing they relaxed her, or how he had drawn the bath to the exact temperature she liked. After giving birth, her favourites would change every once in a while but Rose could not even guess w

Three years later ___________ REX AND REYNA • • • 'IMPACT' Top 10 Under 30 Most Influential Women of the Year - ROSALIA KNIGHT Rose admired her picture on the glossy magazine cover, her fingers grazing over the newly launched diamond label she had worked tirelessly to establish. The name "Rosalia Knight", printed in bold, elegant letters under the headline, brought a satisfied smile to her lips. She still remembered the first time she had discovered her face in an entertainment column. It had felt surreal, even intrusive. But now... Now, she was a force to be reckoned with. She had carved her own empire, standing tall not only as Kevin Knight's wife but as Rosalia Knight - an influential entrepreneur and a mother of three. Unable to contain her excitement, she ordered the driver to hurry back home. She couldn't wait to brag about her recent ventures in front of her husband. The moment Rose stepped into the grand Knight Mansion, she was greeted by the sound of t

• • • A week passed by and Rose was at home steadily recovering from her postpartum. Her happiness knew no bounds with her babies safe and sound, cherishing beautifully in her arms. She had been deeply concerned about their health due to the premature delivery, but the doctor had assured her that they were perfectly healthy. The anxiety that had clouded her heart during those initial days had slowly dissipated, replaced by immense relief and gratitude. Despite the joy, a shadow of sorrow lingered in her heart. Rose had previously decided to give Maria the honour of naming her babies, acknowledging her invaluable support during the most critical moment of her life. But fate had been merciless. With Maria's tragic passing, the decision had slipped from her grasp. However, she chose to honour another tradition. One that Maria herself had informed her about during her pregnancy. According to the family's old customs, the first born boy and the first born girl would inherit the m

▪⬞▪ Like a fragile bird trapped in a storm, she felt the weight of his presence suffocating her every hope of escape. ▪⬞▪ The Knight family's middle aged consigliere produced some paper and put it on the front table. Two of the maids were standing at a far distance to provide if something was needed. A few men were standing outside the room and Miliani, shaking like a little leaf, was forcefully made to sit beside Daniel. Till then Miliani was fearing if he would force her to marry someone among the men present there but when the fretful realisation gnawed on her that she was about to be wedlocked by the man she could not hold herself stable in front of, it was too overwhelming and intimidating for her to take in. Daniel with his beautiful cursive writing signed the papers almost immediately, he was just a small step away from ascending to the pinnacle of his authority. Should he be bothered by this girl's reluctance and snivels? .. never. He strived hard, fought for year

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Tulip couldn't keep up with Nacho's pace. Before she reached the doorway, the heavy metal door slammed shut once again. The lock clicked from outside. "Nacho!" she screamed while rushing toward it. "Open the door! Please!" The fading sound of his footsteps echoed farther and farther down the narrow corridor until it disappeared. Tulip kept banging on the door and begging until her palms turned sore and her voice became hoarse. Though, nothing but the silence answered her pleas. Meanwhile, in that hall, Mili was unable to stop staring at the rough ropes around her wrists. Now and then she could feel Daniel's shoulder brushing lightly against hers while the vile profanities of the men surrounding them rang in her ears. Yet she had never felt farther away from him. Her eyes cautiously drifted toward him again and again. Daniel wasn't looking at her. His attention remained fixed on the older men talking about his destruction.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The door opened from the outside, unannounced. Tulip immediately stepped back from it in panic before the metal door opened harshly. Nacho walked inside quickly only to freeze for a second after noticing her standing near the entrance already trying to undo the latch from inside. His expression immediately hardened with concern. "What were you trying to do?" he demanded sharply. Before Tulip could properly answer, Nacho grabbed her wrist and pulled her further toward the middle of the room. Tulip stumbled slightly while trying to keep up with his pace. Her other hand instinctively held her stomach protectively as discomfort crossed her face immediately. "Nacho-" she breathed out painfully. "You're hurting me." Only then did he loosen his grip slightly. Tulip looked at him being nervous. "I heard voices from outside," she whispered, "What's happening here?" "Nothing," Nacho replied instantly. "You don't need to involve yo

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Nacho returned to the massive hall in unhurried steps while the atmosphere inside grew heavier with every passing second. Nobody spoke to him immediately after his arrival. The moments of silence themselves felt cruel. Mili remained seated on the cold floor beside Daniel with her restrained hands trembling faintly against her lap. She could feel the warmth of Daniel's bruised shoulder beside her, but Daniel hadn't looked at her properly since she was dragged there beside him. And somehow that hurt far more than the ropes cutting into her wrists. He must be... actually he should be very angry at her stupidity. But, Mili was glad that she was here, she was beside him! When Mili finally dared to raise her eyes toward him again, Daniel was already staring at her. There was no softness in his face for her. Only anger... frustration... and something else buried underneath that shattered her heart completely - Disappointment. Mil

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Nacho closed the door behind him and stood still for a moment outside the room. Silence surrounded the narrow corridor again. Inside the tiny room, Tulip probably still believed he was coming back for her like a prince charming. The thought almost made him laugh. Poor Tulip! How could she still be this naive after so many years in the Romano estate? Even now she had no understanding of the kind of man she had fallen in love with. She still looked at him with softness in her eyes. Still trusted him enough to follow whatever path he showed her without question. And tonight, that blind trust had become useful to him more than ever. After all, she was the one who unknowingly brought Miliani Knight directly into the middle of destruction along with Lucia, who was none other than the daughter of Daniel's closest ally. Nacho slowly started walking back toward the larger warehouse hall without making any sound while his hands slipped

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Sharpness dimmed in his orbs the moment they landed on Mili. For one fractured second, Daniel looked almost disbelieving, as though his mind refused to accept that the love of his life was truly standing there. Then his jaw tightened violently. Frustration darkened his bruised face while helpless fury burned beneath it. "Daniel-" The gasp that escaped her was shaky. Without thinking further, Mili rushed toward him, not caring about the atmosphere surrounding them. Her knees hit the cold ground harshly as she bent beside him and immediately cupped his face between her trembling hands. Up close, the sight of him looked worse. Blood stained the side of his shirt while bruises shadowed his face and jaw. Yet his eyes remained terrifyingly alive. "W-What's happening?" she whispered breathlessly. "Who did this to you?" Daniel didn't answer. His chest rose sharply as he lifted his gaze past her shoulder. Confused, Mili slowly tur

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The word cracked through the room like a whip. "Lucia…" Mili tried to stop her before it was too late. But Lucia didn't look at Mili for once. Her gaze remained locked on Tulip. "You really thought you could sit here and twist things like this?" Lucia continued. Her voice was lower now but far more cutting as she claimed, "You knew what Jovanno was up to. Don't even try to deny it." Tulip's lips parted, but no words came out. The colour had drained from her face. The accusation hung heavy in the room. Mili's eyes shifted between them as confusion rose painfully inside her chest once again. "Lucia… what are you even saying?" she questioned softly. Lucia finally looked at her then. "I'm saying," she replied, "that nothing about this is as simple as it looks." "No…" Tulip whispered, shaking her head weakly. "That's not true. I would never do anything like that to anyone!" "I'm not saying you planned it," Lucia interrupte