LOGINAuthor's PovMarco walked slowly among the rows of silent tombstones. His hand held a bouquet of white lilies, still fresh, wrapped in simple paper. The afternoon air at the cemetery felt cold, even though the sun hadn't fully set. The wind blew gently, rustling the dry leaves along the path.He stopped in front of a dark gray headstone. The name carved there was still clearly legible.FabioFriend. Brother. A man who left too soon.Marco knelt down, placing the flowers in front of the headstone. He traced the cold surface with his fingers, as if he could still touch someone who had been gone for so long."Alexandro still mentions your name often. I do too. The world keeps moving, but sometimes it feels empty without your nonsense."He smiled faintly, even though his eyes were a little teary. Fabio wasn't just Alexandro's friend. He was Marco's friend too. The three of them had once been an inseparable trio—working, drinking, fighting, then laughing again. Until one day, an accident t
Alexandro's Pov.I laughed to myself in front of the bathroom mirror, still damp from my morning shower. The images of Lucia from last night kept replaying in my head—the way she rode me like a wild animal, the way she cursed filthy things while squeezing my cock, the way she said “ruin me” in that hoarse voice that made my blood boil all over again. My wife was truly feral. One night in the BDSM room had been enough to leave my ass still sore and my cock half-hard since the moment I woke up.I was buttoning my shirt when the door opened. Marco walked in with his usual blank expression, tablet in hand.“It’s done, Sir,” he said without preamble. “I’ve cleared out all the staff. Chef, maids, security—everyone. The mansion is completely empty until tomorrow morning. No one will disturb you.”I nodded, smiling faintly. “Good. You can go home too, Marco. Don’t come back until I call.”He raised an eyebrow slightly but didn’t ask questions. “Understood, Sir.” Then he left, closing the door
Alexandro’s POVThat night I had just closed my laptop after a full day of meetings and reports that nearly made my head explode. The office that had been noisy earlier was now left with only silence and the smell of cold coffee. Aurora and Leo were already fast asleep in their rooms. I let out a long breath, ready to shower and sleep, when the phone on the desk vibrated.Lucia:That room. Now. Don’t be late, baby. I’ve been waiting. And I’m already wet.I stared at the screen for a few seconds. The BDSM room. It had been so long since either of us had stepped inside. After the kids were born, after all the chaos with Abraham and Leonardo, that room had felt locked away in a corner of our memory. But tonight my wife was calling. And she never called without a reason.I stood up, yanked my tie off roughly, and walked out. The second-floor hallway was dark, lit only by the small wall sconces. Every step of my leather shoes clicked against the marble floor. My heart beat harder and har
Author's PovLucia stared at Alexandro with slightly surprised eyes. She had just been about to close her eyes when Alexandro's words made her fully awake again."Divorced? Your father and stepmother got divorced?" she asked, her voice still tired but with curiosity in it.Alexandro nodded, sitting beside her."Yes. Amanda came by this afternoon. She came to say goodbye. Abraham and she are officially divorced."Lucia was silent for a moment, processing the news. All this time, Abraham had always been an intimidating shadow in their lives. Although he had never openly been hostile toward Lucia, he always held a grudge because Alexandro chose Lucia over the path he had set for him."I don't know how to feel. I was never really close to your father, and Amanda was never close to me either. But I know she meant a lot to you."Alexandro smiled faintly. "She did. She was the only one who took care of me after my mother died. Abraham was always busy with his business, and I was just an unwa
Author's PovThe study door opened, and a middle-aged woman stepped in gracefully. She was Amanda, Alexandro's stepmother—the woman who had raised him since his teenage years after his mother passed away. Although no longer young, her beauty still shone through, with neatly styled hair and elegant clothes that reflected her status."Alex," she greeted, her voice soft but full of emotion. "It's been so long."Alexandro rose from his chair, looking at the woman who had once been his mother's replacement."What are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you again."Amanda smiled faintly, but her eyes were glistening with tears. "I came to say goodbye. Abraham and I just got divorced. I won't be going back to that house again."Alexandro was shocked. "Divorced? After everything you've been through together?""After everything he did to me. He never truly loved me. I was just a complement, a wife who maintained his image. But I'm tired of being a puppet."Alexandro looked at her with sympa
The office grew quiet, save for the soft breathing of the two children who were finally calming down. Alexandro continued his gentle massage, his fingers moving in slow, soothing circles over Aurora and Leo's heads. The tension in their small bodies gradually melted away, replaced by a heavy drowsiness.Aurora's eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open. She let out a tiny yawn, her grip on Alexandro's shirt loosening. Leo was already half-asleep, his head resting against Alexandro's leg, his breathing slow and steady."Dad..." Aurora murmured, her voice barely audible. "You... promise you won't be angry again?"Alexandro felt a lump form in his throat. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I promise, my princess. I will always try to be gentle with you. I love you more than anything in this world."Aurora smiled faintly, her eyes finally closing. Within moments, she was fast asleep, her tiny hand still clutching Alexandro's finger. Leo had already drifted off, his







