Masuk🔥 Ashley has crossed the line, and Fernando knows it. Can she survive his wrath, or will her defiance drag Michael and Henry into a war none of them are ready for? 👉 Find out what happens in the next explosive chapter.
Michael’s POVThe limousine finally stopped in front of Theo’s house and for a moment, neither of us moved.The soft hum of the engine filled the silence while the headlights illuminated the quiet street ahead. Across the road, my house stood dark and still beneath the night sky.The driver stepped out first and opened the door for us then I followed Theo out into the cool night air, adjusting my coat slightly as the limousine door shut behind me.The driver nodded respectfully.“Goodnight, sir.”Theo waved lazily.“Try not to sleep at the wheel this time" he cautioned.The poor man looked horrified again while I laughed under my breath then the limousine finally pulled away from the curb and disappeared down the quiet street.The sudden silence afterward felt strangely intimate.Theo shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced toward me.“You coming inside?” he asked.I hesitated briefly.Tonight had already been emotionally exhausting, and being alone with Theo again after everyth
Michael’s POVThe cold night air hit my face the moment I stepped out of the restaurant. For the first time in what felt like hours, I could finally breathe properly.I rubbed my forehead tiredly as I walked down the elegant restaurant steps toward the parking lot, my shoes scraping softly against the pavement.I shoved my hands into my pockets as I reached the parking lot and immediately slowed down when I noticed the limousine still parked there beneath the dim overhead lights.I blinked.Why was it still here?I had assumed Theo had already gone home after Fernando humiliated both of us inside the restaurant.Guilt immediately settled heavily inside my chest. I sighed softly and pulled out my phone.For a moment, I hesitated then finally I called Theo. The phone barely rang twice before he answered.“Well, are you done talking with your husband?” Theo’s voice came through calmly, though there was obvious exhaustion beneath it. The word husband made my stomach twist again.“I’m sor
Fernando’s POVI could already tell from Michael’s expression that he wasn’t going to agree.He sat across from me with his arms folded tightly over his chest, his eyes guarded and exhausted beneath the warm amber glow of the hanging lights above us.Michael sighed heavily and rubbed his temple.“You really expect me to just pack up and move back to New York with you?” he asked.“Yes" I replied. His eyes narrowed immediately.“At least you’re honest.”“There’s no point lying to you.”Michael gave me a look.“That’s ironic coming from you" he said. I leaned back slightly in my chair and studied him carefully.“You’re safer there” I said.“That’s not enough reason" he countered. I drummed my fingers once lightly against the table before speaking again.“You and Henry shouldn’t stay here after everything that happened.”Michael looked away briefly toward the restaurant windows and despite all the anger between us, seeing him like this still clawed at something deep inside my chest.Mi
Michael’s POVI could feel Fernando staring at me. He was studying me the way a starving man stared at food after days without eating.And honestly, It was beginning to irritate me.The restaurant around us had slowly returned to normal after Theo left, but I could still feel the occasional curious glance from nearby tables. People were whispering quietly, pretending not to look in our direction while absolutely looking in our direction.Typical.Fernando, meanwhile, looked completely unaffected by the attention.Of course he did.He sat across from me with the same effortless dominance he carried everywhere, one arm lazily resting on the table while the expensive watch on his wrist glinted beneath the warm restaurant lighting.Everything about him screamed power and once upon a time, I had loved that about him.Now, I didn’t know what I felt anymore.I picked up my glass of water mostly because I needed something to do with my hands. Fernando’s eyes followed the movement immediately.
Fernando’s POVI was going to kill this dumbass.As Theo stood there across the table with that stubborn expression on his face, looking at me like he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest, I genuinely imagined pulling out my gun and putting a bullet through his chest.This man had taken Michael on a date, sat across from my husband under candlelight while Michael laughed softly at his jokes and even worse, he had challenged me openly.Most men backed down when confronted by someone like me but Theo didn’t. He stood there calmly despite the danger radiating around the table.And I hated how much Michael seemed to care whether Theo stayed or left.The restaurant had gone almost unnaturally quiet around us. People were pretending not to watch but failing terribly.The air felt thick with tension. Theo finally exhaled slowly and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.“I’m leaving” he said.Michael immediately looked distressed.“Theo—”Theo gave him a tired look.“I need time to th
Michael’s POVI wanted to disappear.That was the first clear thought in my head as I sat beside the table while Fernando and Theo stared at each other like two predators silently measuring strength.The restaurant suddenly felt suffocating.I could hear cutlery clinking against plates somewhere nearby. Soft music still floated through the air mockingly, as if the universe hadn’t just decided to ruin my life again.People were pretending not to stare and not notice the tension around our table but I could feel their curiosity anyway.Fernando looked completely calm, like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in the middle of my evening.Theo, on the other hand, looked stunned, quietly hurtand somehow that expression affected me more than yelling would have.I ran a frustrated hand through my hair before glaring at Fernando.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked.Fernando leaned back slightly in his chair.“I introduced myself.”“You ambushed us.”“I joined you for dinner.”“You followe
Michael’s POVThe weight of Anabelle in my arms was heavier than it should have been. Not because she was heavy, she really wasn’t, but because every step I took felt like I was carrying the weight of everything I had been trying to beat. The past, the lies, the blood, the betrayals.Gunshots ech
Michael’s POV The air inside Damian’s condo was thick. Not with the comfortable warmth of wine and conversation, but with something heavier. It clung to my skin, thick like smoke you couldn’t see, making each breath heavy. I sat on the edge of his couch, my nerves frayed and mind racing, my phon
Fernando’s POV I could feel the pulse in my neck as Marlo spoke.The FBI had done this to me. They had destroyed everything—my mansion, my empire, my reputation. And now they were closing in, trying to finish me off like some cornered animal. They didn’t know who they were messing with.“So they’
Andrew’s POV The night had gotten far too quiet for my liking, and in that unnatural silence, every crackle of a branch or brush of the wind made my nerves twitch. I could still remember the wave of shock i had gotten when the sound that sent ice straight down my spine, gunshots, rang in my ears


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