LOGINBianca’s knuckles turned white as her hands clenched into trembling fists.
Her entire body shook with rage. She stood in the middle of her luxurious living room, but all the beauty around her meant nothing. The room suddenly felt too small. Too suffocating. “How dare she…” Bianca hissed through gritted teeth. “How dare she come back after all these years!” Bianca hated watching the news. She always found reporters annoying and celebrity gossip beneath her. But today was different. Today, she sat in front of the television, waiting impatiently to see the mysterious woman who had stolen the biggest opportunity of her career. For years, Bianca had fought her way to the top of the entertainment industry. Everything she had done… Every movie. Every advertisement. Every award. It had all been leading to one dream. A collaboration with Morning Star. When the company first contacted her, she almost cried with happiness. She wasn’t just offered a modeling contract. She had been chosen as the female lead of Morning Star’s biggest upcoming movie. She had already imagined herself walking down red carpets. Holding international awards. Becoming the greatest actress in the country. Then yesterday happened. She had arrived at Morning Star’s headquarters wearing her best designer suit, ready to sign the contract. Instead… She was told the role had already been given to someone else. The mysterious international superstar known only as L.B. At first, Bianca laughed. She mocked the decision. “So she’s going to act wearing that stupid mask?” she had asked sarcastically. “How is anyone supposed to see the female lead’s expressions?” The executives simply smiled. Then one of them answered. “L.B. has decided to reveal her face to the world.” Those words had stayed in Bianca’s head all night. Now… The television finally showed the live broadcast from the airport. The news reporter spoke excitedly. “And today…” “The world finally gets to see the woman behind the mask.” The camera zoomed in. Bianca’s confident smile slowly disappeared. Her breathing stopped. “No…” The woman’s face appeared clearly on the television. It was Alita. Bianca stumbled backward in disbelief. “No…” “No!” Her eyes widened. It couldn’t be. The woman she believed had disappeared forever… The woman whose life she thought she had destroyed… Was standing proudly before the entire world. She looked even more beautiful than before. More elegant. More powerful. Then the camera moved. Two children stepped beside Alita. A little boy. A little girl. Twins. Both beautiful. Both smiling brightly. Bianca’s face twisted with pure hatred. Alita had children. While she… She had spent five years married to Maxwell without getting pregnant. No matter how many doctors she visited… Nothing happened. Because of that, Maxwell’s family constantly looked down on her. Every family gathering ended with whispers. Questions. Insults disguised as concern. “Still no heir?” “When will you finally give this family a child?” Every word had become another wound. Yet the woman she hated most… Had everything. Children. Beauty. Success. Fame. The biggest movie contract. Everything Bianca wanted. Everything she believed belonged to her. “AAAAAHHHHH!” Her scream echoed through the mansion. Without thinking, she grabbed an expensive porcelain vase from the nearby table. With all her strength— Crash! The vase smashed into the television. Glass exploded across the room. The screen went black. Silence filled the mansion. Bianca stood there breathing heavily. Pieces of broken glass reflected her furious face. Slowly… A cold smile appeared on her lips. “This isn’t about the movie anymore, Alita.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You should never have come back.” Her eyes darkened. “I didn’t just want you out of Mexico…” She slowly clenched another fist. “…this time…” “…I want you gone from this world forever.”Xavier was currently in the kitchen making breakfast for them. He had an apron around his neck giving him a funny look as he kept on flipping the pancakes on the pan, if Alita could see him right now she wouldn’t believe he was the same being she was hiding away from.“You look so funny in those,” Andria giggled.She was currently sitting on the kitchen counter mouthing on some apples while Andrea sat down quietly watching everything. Unlike his sister, he doesn’t talk much, that is another trait he got from his father.Xavier sighed dramatically before pointing the spatula at Andria.“Keep laughing and I’ll make you wash all the dishes.”Andria burst into another fit of laughter.“You don’t even know how to wash dishes yourself!”“I do.”“You don’t.”“I do.”Andrea simply shook his head before taking another bite of his apple.“So tell us Dad, where have you been all this while, like why haven’t you even visited us for once back in France?” Andrea asked cutely.For the first time in
The only thing she could think of was getting as far away from him as possible.She knew what she had done was a grave mistake. Right now, she wished she could disappear from the face of the earth.It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since she returned, and she was already regretting ever coming back.She had returned to punish the people who had hurt her—to make their lives a living hell.Instead…She was the one being punished by the devil himself.“How can life be so cruel?” she pouted.She reached for her phone, only to remember she’d left it on the bed before she started undressing.“What am I going to do now?” she muttered.Just then, her eyes lit up when she spotted a public telephone booth across the road.She sighed in relief, hurried over, and dialed her assistant’s number.The call connected after the second ring.“Hello?”“Hi, Maya. It’s me, Alita.”Maya frowned.This was the first time Alita had ever called her from an unfamiliar number.“Alita? What happened?”“I’m scr
After spending the evening with her grandfather on the phone and putting the twins to bed, Alita slowly walked into her bedroom.She smiled as she remembered Andrea and Andria arguing over who their grandfather loved more.“They’re impossible,” she whispered with a tired laugh.She closed the bedroom door behind her.With a long sigh, she removed her blazer and placed it over a chair.Her shoulders finally relaxed.For the first time all day…She was alone.Or so she thought.A strange feeling suddenly crept over her.Someone was watching her.The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.Alita spun around, her breath hitching in her throat.Standing in the shadows of her room was a man every powerful family in the world knew.Tall.Broad-shouldered.He looked less like a man and more like a sculpted god.His face was breathtakingly handsome, with sharp, chiseled features and a jawline that looked as though it had been carved from marble.Piercing ocean-blue eyes stared directly at her,
Bianca’s knuckles turned white as her hands clenched into trembling fists.Her entire body shook with rage.She stood in the middle of her luxurious living room, but all the beauty around her meant nothing.The room suddenly felt too small.Too suffocating.“How dare she…” Bianca hissed through gritted teeth.“How dare she come back after all these years!”Bianca hated watching the news.She always found reporters annoying and celebrity gossip beneath her.But today was different.Today, she sat in front of the television, waiting impatiently to see the mysterious woman who had stolen the biggest opportunity of her career.For years, Bianca had fought her way to the top of the entertainment industry.Everything she had done…Every movie.Every advertisement.Every award.It had all been leading to one dream.A collaboration with Morning Star.When the company first contacted her, she almost cried with happiness.She wasn’t just offered a modeling contract.She had been chosen as the f
SIX YEARS LATER INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT — MEXICO CITY 9:30 A.M. Click! Click! Click! Click! The terminal was packed with flashing cameras and shouting reporters. Everyone pushed forward, desperate to get the best view. “Move! Get the camera closer!” one cameraman shouted, shoving another aside. “Do you think she’ll actually say something?” a female reporter asked excitedly. “I heard she doesn’t even speak to most of her managers.” “Who cares if she talks?” another reporter replied. “Just keep your eyes on the runway!” Vrooooom! The loud roar of jet engines echoed through the airport as a sleek matte-black private jet touched down. The tires hit the runway with a heavy thud. The crowd instantly exploded with excitement. “Oh my God!” “She’s here!” “She’s finally back!” A team of tall bodyguards dressed in black suits stepped out first. Their expressions were cold as they quickly formed a protective line. “Stand back!” “Give her space!” the head of security ordered. Th
Maxwell’s Apartment — 10:00 AM Alita walked through the gates of Maxwell’s luxury apartment complex. Since she had been his girlfriend for years, the gatekeeper didn’t question her. He simply smiled politely and opened the gate. “Good morning, Miss Alita.” She forced a weak smile before walking inside. Her heart felt unbearably heavy. Right now… She just wanted someone to hold her. Someone to tell her everything would be okay. She entered the house and slowly lowered herself onto one of the plush white couches in the living room. Her body felt exhausted. Her mind felt empty. “Where’s Maxwell?” she asked the maid, who was dusting a nearby table. The maid froze. The feather duster slipped slightly from her trembling hands. “Oh… the boss…” she stammered. “He… he went on a business trip.” Alita frowned. Something felt wrong. The atmosphere inside the house was strange. Too quiet. Too tense. The maid refused to meet her eyes. “A business trip?” Alita slowly stood.







