The night air in Rome shimmered with the electric pulse of wealth and spectacle. Cameras flashed in staccato bursts, journalists pressed forward against velvet ropes, and a swarm of photographers clamored to capture every inch of the Roths as they arrived at the marble steps of the Palazzo di Fiori.It was supposed to be a showcase dinner—a merger event polished down to every last detail. But Damien’s skin prickled with unease. To Valerie, it was overwhelming.She stood near Damien, her posture elegant but taut, the back of her neck prickling under the swarm of attention. Valentina’s hand hovered possessively at her arm, guiding her like a diamond-encrusted shepherd.“Smile, querida,” Valentina whispered between her teeth, her voice silken steel. “Tonight is not about nerves. It is about image.”Valerie obeyed, curving her lips into the kind of polite smile expected of a business heiress. But her gaze drifted, pulled inevitably toward Damien. He was magnetic even in stillness—broad-s
The dim light of the Colombian hideout barely penetrated the thick blinds. The room smelled faintly of stale coffee and metal. Alia sat at the long table, her fingers tapping against a laptop as she scrolled through the latest international news feed.A clip caught her eye: a snippet from an Italian news broadcast. Roth Enterprise’s CEO Damien Roth had been photographed shaking hands with Valentina Rodriguez—and by his side, a striking young woman with dark hair pinned neatly back. Valerie Rodriguez.Alia froze.The resemblance was uncanny every feature that had haunted her nightmares since the night the Roth wedding collapsed now screamed a single possibility: Selena was alive.Emma leaned against the wall, arms crossed, reading Alia’s reaction with an almost imperceptible smirk. “She’s alive,” Alia muttered, barely above a whisper.Emma shrugged. “Does it matter? Damien still doesn’t know. You want to turn this into something bigger than it is?”Alia’s fingers froze mid-scroll. “It
The private dining room in Rome Damien’s estate was set for precision—every place meticulously aligned, crystal gleaming, the table’s polished surface reflecting the warm chandelier light. But for Damien Roth, the splendor was noise. His heart thudded, as he adjusted his cufflinks. Tonight, his parents would meet Valerie and tonight, the fragile line between business and personal obsession would be tested.The click of heels on stone announced Sofia before she appeared, sleek in midnight blue. “They’ve landed,” she said simply. Damien’s stomach tightened.The doors opened, and with them came the gravity of home. His father entered first—Daniel Roth, tall, silver-haired, spine stiff with command. His mother, Talia followed, her movements slower, her gaze cataloging every detail of the palazzo.For a heartbeat, they stood framed by the great doorway, a living reminder of the life Damien had nearly destroyed when Selena died.“Rome suits you,” Daniel said flatly. His handshake was firm
The ride back from the cathedral was silent. Damien gripped on the wheel like his life depended on it, eyes locked on the road, but every nerve in his body replayed Valerie’s collapse inside the cathedral. The panic in her eyes and the way she had struggled to hide it.She was Selena, she had to be all facts until now proves it. When they pulled into the hotel’s sweeping drive, Valerie was already pulling herself back together. She straightened in her seat, smoothed her blouse, and pressed her palms to her thighs. By the time the car rolled to a stop, her face was composed again—cool, polite, untouchable.“Thank you for the outing, Mr. Roth,” she said softly, her voice measured, distant. “But I think it would be best if… we kept things professional from now on.”Damien’s throat clenched, words clawing to the surface, but he forced them down. She opened the door and slipped out, her heels clicking briskly across the marble.And yet, as he walked into the marble lobby of the hotel, Val
Damien stood rooted, hollow-eyed, watching Valerie’s pale face. Her polite rejection….“I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else” …..still rang in his skull like a cruel echo.That night he barely slept. Shadows moved across his walls like ghosts, and every time he closed his eyes, he saw her….selena. Not dead, not gone, but sitting across from him, alive and untouched by the horrors that had destroyed them both.Damien stared at the glow of his phone long the message bled into him like poison and promise all at once.Meet me where it all began.He didn’t need to think twice. There was only one place those words could mean.The cathedral.By morning, he knew he couldn’t let it end like this.The next morning, he did what he rarely did anymore: he waited.He waited in the grand foyer of the hotel until Valerie emerged with Valentina’s assistant. She was dressed simply, her dark hair caught back in a loose knot, a book clutched against her chest. She paused when she saw him
The night bled into silence after Valerie fled the dinner table. Damien stood at the gates of the Rodriguez estate the taste of defeat bitter in his mouth. Cassandra had already left, her eyes hollow, lips tight with grief. She hadn’t even said goodbye—her silence was enough to carve into him: She’s not your Selena. Let her go.Sofia lingered longer. She’d touched Damien’s hand once, a whisper of comfort. “I don’t know what to believe,” she’d murmured before following Cassandra into the car.But Damien stayed. He couldn’t leave.Somewhere inside those walls was the woman who had been his whole life, even if she didn’t remember it.Valerie paced her suite, her heart pounding.Her reflection in the mirror was pale, eyes wide and unsettled. She gripped the vanity, whispering to herself: “I’m Valerie Rodríguez. I’m Valentina’s daughter. That’s who I am.”But the voices at dinner haunted her—Cassandra’s stories, Sofia’s lullaby, Damien’s raw desperation. Each had pressed against the fragil