INICIAR SESIÓNVon POV She found me in the study, reviewing Marcus's intelligence reports on Richard Hale. Twenty years of dirty secrets, compiled in neat folders. Bribes. Embezzlement. Affairs. Three illegitimate children he'd abandoned. A pattern of financial crimes buried under corporate complexity."Catherine said you want to marry me," Marissa said without preamble.I looked up from the reports. She stood in the doorway like a general surveying a battlefield assessing threats, calculating angles, deciding whether I was ally or enemy."I proposed a strategic alliance. Marriage is the legal structure that best serves both our interests.""That's romantic," she said dryly."Romance isn't the goal. Survival is. Revenge is." I gestured to the reports. "Your uncle has been stealing from you for years. Small amounts at first, carefully hidden. After your father died, the theft accelerated. He's been planning this for at least a decade, probably longer."She moved closer, scanned the documents. I watc
Marissa POV I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and a moment of complete disorientation. Prison? No the sheets were too soft, the room too quiet. For three seconds, I thought I was home in Bel Air, that everything had been a nightmare.Then I saw the ultrasound picture on the nightstand and remembered.Chris was dead. Or not dead. I was accused of murder. Freed by a mafia prince's connections. Pregnant against all odds. Allied with a stranger who understood betrayal as intimately as I did.My hand moved to my stomach. Still flat, no visible sign of the life inside, but Dr. Chen's words echoed: This baby wants to live. Someone knocked on the door soft, respectful."Marissa? It's Catherine. May I come in?"I wrapped a robe around myself and unlocked the door. Catherine entered carrying coffee and a folder thick with documents."How are you feeling?""Like I died and woke up in someone else's life." I took the coffee gratefully. "What's that?""Your empire." She set
Von POVMarcus found me on the terrace at midnight, staring at city lights scattered across the valley below."She's remarkable," he said without preamble."She's traumatized.""Both can be true." He lit a cigar, offered me one. I declined. "Catherine says Marissa asked about accelerating the timeline. She wants to move against Richard immediately.""She's pregnant and recovering from attempted murder. She needs rest, not warfare.""She needs revenge. Same as you." Marcus exhaled smoke. "The question is whether you're prepared for what that means. Reclaiming your father's empire. Becoming what he was.""I'm not my father.""No. You're potentially more dangerous because you understand both worlds legitimate and criminal. You know how to build businesses, manipulate markets, play the long game. Combined with your father's resources..." He smiled. "You could be unstoppable.""Or I could be exactly what I've spent my life avoiding.""Perhaps. But the world has forced your hand. You can't
Marissa POV The ultrasound room was too bright, too sterile, too much like the fertility clinics where I'd spent years hoping and failing and hoping again.Dr. Sarah Chen was kind, professional, careful with her words. "This won't hurt. Just cold gel, gentle pressure. Try to relax."Relax. As if that were possible while waiting to learn if my baby was dead.Catherine sat in the corner, giving me space but refusing to leave me entirely alone. I was grateful for that, even if I couldn't say it aloud.The gel was freezing against my skin. Dr. Chen moved the wand, eyes fixed on the monitor I couldn't see from this angle. Her expression was carefully neutral doctor face, revealing nothing.Seconds stretched into eternities."There." Dr. Chen turned the monitor toward me. "See that flicker?"On the screen, grainy and surreal, a tiny shape. Bean sized. Impossibly small. And in the center, a rapid flutter."That's the heartbeat," Dr. Chen said softly. "Strong and steady. Approximately 165 be
Von POV Marcus came for us at 4 AM, before the prison fully woke.No fanfare. No press. Just quiet paperwork, signatures from officials who'd suddenly "discovered" irregularities in our arrest, and the metallic click of handcuffs being removed for the final time."Your charges are being dropped pending further investigation," the warden said, not meeting our eyes. He knew. Everyone knew this was bought and paid for, but no one would say it aloud. "You're free to go."Free. The word felt foreign on my tongue.They processed us separately. I emerged first into the pre dawn darkness, where Marcus waited beside a black SUV with tinted windows. He didn't embrace me that wasn't our way. But his hand gripped my shoulder hard enough to bruise."Welcome back, figlio.""I was gone four days.""Four days too long." He opened the door. "The men are waiting. When you're ready to reclaim what's yours ""Not yet." I watched the prison entrance. "I need to see this through first.""The woman?""Both
Marissa POV That night, I dreamed of Chris.Not the Chris I'd married. The real Chris. The one who'd killed his first wife, driven his second wife insane, and systematically poisoned me while pretending to grieve our lost children.In the dream, he smiled at me with blood on his teeth."Did you really think I loved you?" he asked. "You were always just a means to an end, tesoro. Your father's fortune wrapped in a pretty package.""You murdered our babies," I said."They were never 'ours.' You were never going to have children, Marissa. I made sure of that. Years of careful poisoning, just enough to cause miscarriages without raising suspicion." His smile widened. "You cried so beautifully every time. So heartbroken. It was almost worth the effort just to watch you suffer.""Why?""Because Richard paid me to. Because destroying you was the most profitable con of my career." He stepped closer. "And because some part of me enjoyed it. Enjoyed watching a billionaire heiress slowly break







