Chapter Twenty-FiveAuthor's PovAs the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Rose sat on the wooden chair placed on the balcony of Alfonso Villa, enjoying a peaceful evening alone. She wanted to spend her last peaceful evening enjoying a cup of tea and calming her mind down before she began facing the world again the next day.She had only been married for one month now, but the attention she was getting from the media seemed unbreakable. It made her wonder sometimes if both her exes knew about her already, as they were the ones who always kept up with gossip.Alfonso also stood at the front of the balcony in front of his home office. His gaze was focused on his wife on the other side of the building; her eyes were closed, and she had a cup of tea in her hands. The setting sun's light radiated on her face, showing off her beauty even more.He was lost in the sight beside him until he heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of the mansion. Alfonso's heart sk
Chapter Twenty-SixAuthor's PovAs the heavy iron gates of the prison creaked open, Mr. Matteo stood outside, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had spent way too much time behind these bars than he had expected.But the good thing was that it gave him enough time to plot his revenge against the couple who had ruined his life and reputation. His main enemy, Alfonso Tommaso, and his now-wife, Rose, were out there, both enjoying their lives after being imprisoned.Alfonso had made sure he paid for his sons one way or another; even he knew he could not keep him locked up forever, so he dug out some of his past crimes and testified against him in court, leading to his conviction for a crime that didn't concern theirs.He spent countless hours in his prison cell, meticulously planning his revenge. He had dug out all past and present connections he has with dangerous criminals, gathering information about Alfonso and Rose's lives, knowing their routines, their weaknesses, and their de
Chapter Twenty-SevenAuthor PovRose stared out of the airplane window, her fingers gripping the armrest tightly as her heart pounded in her chest.She couldn't believe she was going back to her country after almost six months of her disappearance. The memories flooded her mind, each one filled with pain and betrayal.As the plane touched down, Rose took a deep breath and collected her thoughts. She had left this country unconscious and broken, left only with the hope of escaping the painful memories that still haunted her every day. But now that circumstances had changed and she was back and better, she had prepared for a long time for her return. Stepping out of the room in the plane, I looked atthe familiar surroundings.Six men dressed in an all-black suit and leather shoes waited patiently by the Maybach Exelero packed in front of the plane for the arrival of Canda's most special guest and heiress.Letting down the air stairs, the six men immediately went towards the airplane and
Chapter Twenty-EightAuthor's PovRose had spent months meticulously planning her revenge, gathering evidence, and infiltrating Ryan's inner circle. The shock on their faces made her almost satisfied with herself, but it wasn't going to stop here.Oh no, they haven't seen hell yet, she thought.Giving a brief speech about the project before making her way to Mr. XXXX and his wife. They both stood there in shock but at the same time amazed.The young lady in front of them had really changed from the last time they saw her; it was almost as if the last name added to her made her glow out.Rose slightly talked to them, not absent-minded about the glare she was getting from her exes on the other side of the table. This was really going to get interesting.Selena couldn't believe who her eyes were looking at at the moment. Why does this lady keep coming back into their lives? She asked herself, screaming inside her head.She thought she had everything under control, and their lives were be
Chapter Twenty-NineAuthor's PovPicasso sat in the garden, his mind drifting to different ways he could get Rico to love him again, just like before. He knew it wasn't going to be an easy task since what he did this time was more grave than the rest of the times they had broken up.Meanwhile, in the library, Rico placed the book he finished reading on the table, staring into space.The character from the story was the same as him; it was foolish to believe that the person he surrendered his heart and soul to was going to do the same, not knowing his heart was being toyed with.It made him think of his high school days with Picasso, when his heart was played with not only once but twice. Honestly, he gave up counting how many times that guy had hurt him in the past.But some of the memories were just too painful to forget.---------------------------------Flashback1Entering the court, Rico heard some girls and guys discussing, "Look, it still counts; okay, I did it with her." His bo
Chapter ThirtyAuthor's PovPicasso, still deeply in love with Rico, devised a plan to ensure they would be bound together for a year. He knew that Rico had a strong sense of commitment and structure, so he decided to trick him into signing a dating contract. Picasso believed that this contract would give him the opportunity to win Rico's heart back.Picasso carefully crafted the dating contract, outlining the terms and conditions that would bind him and Rico together for a year. The contract stipulated that they would go on regular dates, spend quality time together, and work on rebuilding their relationship. Picasso was convinced that this contract would give him the chance to prove his love and dedication to Rico.Picasso took a deep breath, looking at the paper in his hands. He had signed a lot of business deals with bigger businessmen and did it confidently, but right now he could not help the way his hands shake and his feet turn cold. He was very nervous.In a few minutes, his
Chapter Thirty-OneAuthor's PovTHE DATESPicasso sat down in his office, the paper document still in his hands, and his mind kept contemplating what exactly to do next.His mind wanted to go back to the bad old Picasso, but his heart kept telling him it wasn't the way. Moreover, it was the same old Picasso who ruined everything up until this moment.After spending several hours alone in the dark, quiet office, he finally came to a conclusion about what exactly he was going to do.He drafted his plans and looked over them one more time before calling it a night and exiting the office.Three days later...Picasso's first move was to whisk Rico away on a romantic cruise. He booked a luxurious suite on a magnificent ship, complete with breathtaking ocean views and gourmet dining. As they sailed through the azure waters, Picasso showered Rico with love and attention, hoping to rekindle the flame that once burned between them.Rico felt so warm and peaceful, staring at the endless sea from
Chapter Thirty TwoAuthor's PovSelena paced up and down in her apartment's living room; she could not believe this was happening to her right now.How was this happening to her? How did this situation get to this point? She questions herself, grabbing her hair tightly.What was Rose still doing, alive and healthy? She was supposed to be dead!How was this possible? She saw her body lying on the floor, and the vehicle hit her right in front of her.She was confused. What was she going to do now? She needed to think quickly before she lost everything she worked hard to get."Ahhh!" she screamed out loudly. Groaning out of frustration before slamming back down on her faded black couch.She thought of her life these past few months and how she had enjoyed everything she once wished for.Selena had always been envious of Rose's wealth, connections, and seemingly perfect life. It ate away at Selena every day, gnawing at her soul.And on that fateful day, consumed by her jealousy, she left