Masuk"Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief. "Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of falling into an abyss.
Lihat lebih banyakDamien’s penthouse was a cathedral of glass and cold moonlight.The city sprawled beneath him, glittering and restless—cars threading through the dark like veins of light, skyscrapers rising like jagged monuments to ambition. It was a kingdom made of steel and noise, and he ruled it not with love or fear, but with something far more effective:Unpredictability.He brought his glass to his lips, letting the burn of the whiskey roll down his throat. A good burn. Clean. Expensive. The kind that started fires.Behind him, his bodyguards stood perfectly still. Two hulking shadows with earpieces and expressions carved out of stone. They knew better than to speak. Better than to breathe too loudly. In this room, silence was survival.And then—A shift in the air.Subtle. But Damien noticed.He always noticed.A new figure slipped into the room from the private elevator hallway.Unannounced.Uninvited.But not unexpected.Damien didn’t turn. He exhaled a soft, amused sigh, like a man bored wi
Maria stepped into the hallway outside Ancelotti’s room, her pulse hammering a little too fast. The villa was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt engineered—every sound softened, every shadow perfectly placed. She didn’t trust it. She didn’t trust any of it.As she walked, she felt Ancelotti’s last words circling her like wolves.“If you find out Caroline had anything to do with this… loyalty is fragile.”Caroline. Sweet, frightened, stubbornly loyal Caroline.Maria clenched her jaw. No. Caroline wouldn’t.But even she couldn’t deny how messy everything had become.She reached the end of the corridor where Derek stood, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.“Well?” he asked.“He wants answers,” she replied curtly.“He always wants answers.” Derek gave a humorless smile. “What kind of answers this time?”“The kind that come with a body count.”Derek hummed low. “Thought so.”Maria studied him for a moment. The man who’d driven her across continents. The man who always seemed to be
The air in the hospital waiting room was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin like smoke. No one moved. No one breathed.“Where is he?” Maria asked, her voice calm but deadly serious.Derek held her gaze. “Safe. For now. But he’s not ready to be seen—not until we know what we’re dealing with.”Maria’s brow arched. “Meaning?”“He woke up, but not fully,” Derek said. “His memory’s fractured. He remembers the shooting, but not the face behind the gun. He asked for you, Maria… and only you.”Jake’s jaw clenched. Caroline’s heart dropped.“What about us?” Caroline asked. “What does that mean for the rest of us?”“It means,” Derek said, “he doesn’t trust anyone yet.”Damien scoffed, brushing invisible dust off his designer coat. “How convenient. The old king wakes up just in time to watch his kingdom fall apart.”Maria shot him a glare. “You’re still here?”Damien smiled thinly. “For now. But make no mistake—your king is weak. If he was truly the man he used to be, he wouldn
Maria’s heels clicked sharply against the hospital floor as she closed the distance between herself and Damien. Her eyes didn’t flinch—icy, dangerous, and unreadable. She had seen men like him before—power-hungry sharks who smelled blood in the water and came circling. But Maria wasn’t prey. Not anymore.“You think this is the moment to make your move?” she asked coolly. “While Ancelotti lies in that bed, unconscious?”Damien spread his hands, his tone still light. “Timing is everything, darling. The city is hungry for leadership, and leadership isn’t about sentiment. It’s about action. Control. And the ability to take what’s yours without asking.”Jake snorted. “You mean stealing.”Damien tilted his head, amused. “Call it what you like. But when power changes hands, history remembers the bold, not the cautious.”Maria didn’t move. “And what makes you think you’ll be remembered at all?”Damien’s smile faltered—just for a moment—but it returned quickly. “Because while all of you argue












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