เข้าสู่ระบบ“Would he truly think such vile things of me? Why do I doubt it so much?” –Rebecca picked up her phone as it started ringing, she had immersed herself in work just to get all other thoughts out of her mind. Staring at the number, she couldn't recognize it. But as a business woman, she slid it to the answer button and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?""My oldest friend, long time no see." A familiar masculine voice said from the other end of the phone. "Uhm..." Rebecca was confused. It felt so familiar yet so distant at the same time. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but she was very sure that she knew who was speaking to her. "I'm... Sorry but I don't know who I am speaking to. This number isn't saved on my phone.""Ah... Forgotten me so soon. I'll pretend like I'm not offended." The voice was getting even more and more familiar. She managed to put a name to it the same moment the caller uttered his name. "Chase." A smile played on her face. "Chase! It has been a while in
“He's the strongest man I've ever met and now he's willing to shift the entire world for me.”–Rebecca managed to get home that morning feeling tired and restless. She didn't want to leave, her entire body yearned for a few more moments next to him, but she knew that if she gave in to those feelings, she would never be able to leave. So she left instead, no words left behind. Hopefully no regrets too. But that part was a lie, she regretted it every step of the way. Vincenzo's words trailed back into her mind as she flopped against her bed. "You can't keep doing this, not to yourself or to Don Diego." He had said in a very firm voice. "You're hurting, you both are. You need to fix this. You can't survive without each other, your son needs the both of you at this point of his life."She wanted to hush him up, to tell him never to mention her son in their conversation again. But she knew he was right. Timothee needed them. He needed not just her but his father too. He didn't make it
“Will I be too greedy to pull her to my side during this terrible time?” –Diego woke up to the sound of his phone blaring. A soft groan escaped his lips as he turned towards the bed side table and reached for his phone. It was a reminder for something he had to do that morning. Turning it off, he allowed his eyes to fall shut as he turned around in bed, his hand reaching for the woman who had slept peacefully next to him. His forehead creased softly with confusion as he realized he was alone in bed. His eyes grew open, alert and clear. "She's... Gone?" He muttered to himself as he looked around the room. Indeed, she was gone. Without a trace even. He picked up his phone to check the time. Surprise flickered across his eyes as he noticed it was only a little after six. The door to the underground room opened after a soft knock and he wondered if it was her until Vincenzo entered the room with a look of something that resembled sadness or concern. "Good morning boss." His voice
“How much I've craved your touch…”–Rebecca leaned into his touch, feeling the warm sensation that spread through her body sober her up. Her tears ran freely down her cheeks and her body dangerously and painfully ached for his touch. She hadn't had it easy for the past three years, everything she had had to deal with during that period rushed back to her all at once and she couldn't stop the free flow of tears from falling. Her eyes fell close for a moment, savouring his touch for as long as she could. When her eyes opened, she realized he had been staring at her in silence, watching her, probably regretting hurting her like that. The words dropped from her lips before she even realized it. "I love you, Diego." Diego's eyes sparked with surprise, he didn't believe those words that fell from her lips. He couldn't stop himself as he leaned in and cupped her lips in a deep and hungry kiss. Rebecca's body pulsed with life as their lips connected. He sucked on her lips like he want
“How can I ever take away the pain I cost her?” –Diego turned around to the call of his name. The moment his eyes landed on her, the familiar spark seemed to try to reignite. Like when the match stick kisses the match box and tries to turn on, but the match stick was already wet. "Cattivella..." He muttered her name, a gentle smile dangling on his lips. She smiled, bright and warmly, trying to dismiss the condensing air in the room. She walked over to him and sat down on the seat opposite him. "What are you doing here? What even is this place?" She asked him. Diego smirked. "This is a small sacred room I found out about so many years ago. I come here to sleep when I want to be away from the mansion, hence the bed." He pointed at the bed. She followed the direction his hand was pointing at and nodded her head, not that it was hard to miss the king size bed. "Ah..." She took the glass in his hand and drank from it. "Hmm! This is some nice alcohol."Diego's brow arched, seeing h
“How can he look so sad and broken at the same time?”–Rebecca left her son in the care of his nanny as she planned to go over to the location Diego had sent to her. As she made her way towards the door, Helen stopped her, questioning her. "Where do you think you're going by this time of the night?"Rebecca faked a smile. "I need some air. It suddenly feels so stuffy inside my bedroom with all the calls I'm getting." Helen didn't bother questioning her further. After making sure it was safe, she went to the location he had given her. It was an old bar she had never noticed before as much as she frequented that road. Making sure it was the right address, she went inside. A man with full white hair and beards was by a counter, cleaning the counter top with a piece of red rag and he didn't look up as he said to her. "The back.""Excuse me?" Rebecca asked, confused. "Head on to the back." He replied without raising his head to even spare her a glance. She wondered if the main bar
“This desire will be the death of me!”_Rebecca wondered if that was how her life was meant to end. Being killed for something she didn't even dream about doing. His hold around her neck tightened and she could feel the air seizing from her lungs. She couldn't even speak now if she wanted to. Sh
"I don't plan to survive, I plan to live..."_Rebecca felt so warm inside for the first time since she was brought to the Gonzalez penthouse. To know that there was someone within those walls that sincerely cared about her gave her courage. She rose to her feet and stared at the door for a silent
I'll serve you, but you'll wish I didn't. _Diego was out of bed before his alarm went off. He went into his bathroom to freshen up. He cursed underneath his breath as he remembered that he was meant to stay away from baths. He wiped his face and neck and other body parts with a wet towel before
The strongest Man with the greatest weakness. _Diego heard a soft knock on his door and he already knew who it was. Rebecca approached his desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.He looked up at her face and noticed something new. Her lips were a deeper shade of red than normal. His brow







