ANMELDENAlessandro had always despised meals with his father. It didn’t matter whether it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner—every shared table felt like a slow execution. The air would thicken, the silence would stretch, and beneath it all was that familiar, suffocating pressure, as though an invisible noose had slipped around his neck the moment Giovanni entered the room… tightening with every passing second.And yet, he showed up. Every single time. Because refusing wasn’t an option. Because in Giovanni’s world, absence was defiance—and defiance came with consequences Alessandro had learned long ago never to test.They talked about business. They always talked about business. Numbers, deals, acquisitions—safe territory. Predictable. Controlled.But today, the moment Alessandro finished his report on Helena Duarte, he knew something was off. He felt it in the pause.Felt it in the way Giovanni leaned back, studying him—not as a subordinate, not even as a son, but as something to be assessed…
By the time her class ended and she was returning to the office, Maya felt somewhat steadier—at least on the surface. Routine had always been her anchor, and she clung to it as she walked down the corridor that morning.Then she heard it. A soft, giddy laugh—light, unguarded, almost childish.Maya smiled instantly. Maddie.Recognizing the voice, she slowed her steps, a playful idea forming in her mind. Sneaking up on Maddie had become their little ritual, a harmless game that always ended in laughter and mock complaints.She was just about to round the corner and scare her when Maddie’s voice drifted clearly through the hallway—“Eric.”Maya froze.The name didn’t just stop her—it hit her, sharp and sudden, like a slap she hadn’t seen coming.For a second, her brain refused to process it.No. That’s… that’s not possible. Eric was a common name. There had to be thousands of men named Eric. It meant nothing.And yet, her heart didn’t get the memo. It began to race, fast and uneven, a co
After dropping Rod off, Alessandro didn’t bother maintaining appearances anymore. The moment the car pulled away from the curb, he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the seat beside him. His tie followed, loosened with a sharp tug before he undid the first two buttons of his shirt, as though even the fabric against his throat had become unbearable.Finally, he leaned back against the leather seat and closed his eyes. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to hope—just a little—that sleep might come. Even a few minutes of silence. Of nothingness.But Alessandro should have known better. Peace never lasted. His phone rang.The sharp vibration against the seat felt louder than it should have, slicing through the quiet like an intrusion. His eyes opened slowly, irritation already settling in before he even reached for it.Then he saw the name on the screen. His jaw tightened.Mother.Of course.Without a second thought, he declined the call and turned the phone face d
“Awesome.” The word came out as a frustrated mutter as Maya stared into the open refrigerator.For a moment she simply stood there, hoping she had somehow missed something—some hidden carton tucked behind the leftovers or wedged into a corner.But the truth was painfully obvious. There was no milk. She let out a long sigh and slammed the fridge door shut before leaning back against it.The dull thud echoed softly in the quiet apartment. Maya dragged a hand through her hair, closing her eyes briefly.Of course. Of course this would happen today.Because she had been so sure she was moving into Eric’s condo this week, she hadn’t bothered restocking her groceries. Since Monday she’d been living almost entirely on takeout—noodles, sandwiches, whatever she could grab quickly after work.Now the result of that decision was staring her right in the face. An almost empty kitchen. She was out of milk. Out of eggs. Out of bread. Out of almost everything. And suddenly the weight of it all presse
“I’m so sorry, sir.” Claudia’s voice came from behind Helena, tight with embarrassment and a hint of panic. “She barged in before I could stop her.”Alessandro looked past Helena to Claudia for a brief moment, then back at the woman standing in the middle of his office. His expression remained blank, but his eyes lingered on her face, taking in the fury burning there.Helena Duarte was glaring at him as if she wanted to set him on fire with nothing but the force of her hatred. For a fleeting second, Alessandro wondered if it was possible.The look in her eyes certainly suggested it.“It’s okay, Claudia,” he said calmly, pushing himself upright from the sofa where he had been resting. “You can go.” He lifted a hand and waved her away dismissively.Claudia hesitated for a moment. Her eyes flicked toward Helena, and the look she shot her was anything but friendly. Then she turned and walked out of the office, closing the door firmly behind her.The moment the door clicked shut, the air i
Alessandro had barely settled behind his desk after another grueling meeting two hours later when the vibration of his phone broke the quiet of his office. The sound seemed louder than usual in the stillness, echoing faintly against the glass walls and polished floors.For a moment, he considered ignoring it. God knew he had enough problems to deal with already. But the moment he pulled the phone from his pocket and saw the name flashing across the screen, the thought died immediately.Giovanni Guidotti.Alessandro exhaled slowly through his nose, his jaw tightening.“Think of the devil and he calls,” he muttered under his breath.There was no avoiding it. There never was.He accepted the call and placed the phone on speaker, setting it on the glass surface of his desk. The office fell back into silence, thick and tense.Neither of them spoke.Alessandro leaned back in his chair slightly, staring at the ceiling for a moment before lowering his gaze to the phone. He knew this tactic we
The screens in the boardroom now displayed a wall of transaction logs—lines of numbers, dates, and authorization codes stretching seemingly endlessly. Claudia hovered by Alessandro’s side, ready to pull any document he requested. Alessandro’s eyes scanned the entries slowly, absorbing each detail.
Alessandro heard none of it—or rather, he chose not to acknowledge it. His expression remained unreadable. His steps steady. He ignored the looks. Ignored the silence. Because his mind was already several steps ahead.Someone was trying to steal from him.And if there was one thing Alessandro Guido
Michael Hobbs had been driving for Alessandro Guidotti long enough to know two things. First—his boss was not a reasonable man. Second—questioning that fact was the fastest way to lose a job that paid far better than any chauffeur position had a right to.Still, even with that understanding firmly
Thinking back on it now, Maya could still remember how uncomfortable she had felt that night. The room had been filled with sharply dressed men and women who carried themselves with the kind of confidence that came from wealth and influence. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were talking a







