LOGIN“Francisco!”“This has gone too far. Don’t you realize that?” Lilith said, her voice firm but strained.Francisco tilted his head slightly. “Really?”“Is that so? Then leave my room.”Lilith let out a soft, mocking chuckle.“You know what, Francisco,” she began, her eyes fixed on him, “whatever the truth may be, the world recognizes me as your wife. No one can take that place.”Francisco’s jaw tightened.Lilith continued, her tone steady but edged with bitterness. “And one day, you will come to me.”She paused, then added with controlled sharpness, “You will have to accept the truth—that she is never coming back to you.”Her voice hardened. “Never.”Before she could say another word, Francisco lunged forward. He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall.“Don’t you dare say that again,” he warned, his voice dark and dangerous.His grip tightened. Lilith struggled to breathe as his fingers pressed into her throat.“She is with me,” he said through clenched teeth. “She wil
Zain was practicing his language lesson when he heard noise from the first floor.Curiosity pulled him from his seat. He closed his book and stepped out of the chamber to check.As soon as he stepped into the hallway, his gaze met someone coming up the stairs.Francisco.He was ascending slowly.His face looked darker than usual. Gloomy. Cold. The air around him felt heavy.Zain froze.His dad.Francisco stopped mid-step when he saw him.For a few long seconds, neither of them moved.Francisco kept his eyes on Zain.Zain slowly took a step back without realizing it. His small hands tightened slightly at his sides.Francisco noticed.He moved forward—slowly.A faint smile touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“What are you doing?” he asked in a low voice.Zain looked up at him.His hazel eyes stayed calm, almost emotionless.He gave a small nod. “I… I was doing my lesson.”Francisco narrowed his eyes slightly as he heard him.He looked at him closely.Too closely.Francisc
Five years had passed, and everything around Hilton’s mansion had changed.A maid hurried through the corridors, anxiety written all over her face.“Little Master, where are you?” she called out again and again.Her steps slowed as fear crept in. She clasped her hands tightly and murmured, “I’m finished if I don’t take the Master to Madam…”She picked up her pace and searched harder.In the garden, a small boy... no more than five years old... sat alone on the grass with his dog, Mowgli. The boy threw a ball. Mowgli wagged his tail excitedly and sprinted after it, barking with joy.The boy watched silently.Suddenly—“Master!”The boy turned back.His eyes… brown and green mixed—hazel eyes.His fair skin and medium-brown hair softened his features, but his expression stayed stern.He carried a calm, heavy maturity far beyond his age.“Master!” the maid ran toward him quickly, breathing hard. “I have been looking for you for an hour.”She bent slightly, trying to catch her breath.“Ple
Kevin narrowed his eyes and gave a silent signal.One of the men stepped forward and reached for the cloth.As it was slowly pulled back, Francisco’s face drained of all color.His eyes froze.Kevin glanced at him from the side, then quietly stepped back, his voice low and heavy. “Take your time,” he said. “But this is the truth. There is no lie in it.”Francisco did not respond.Not a single word left his lips.His gaze was locked onto the body before him.Hazel lay there — unmoving, pale, lifeless.Her skin had lost its warmth, her chest no longer rose with breath. The woman who once looked at him with fire in her eyes now lay still, silent, as though the world had drained her of everything she was.Kevin watched him for a moment longer, then turned away. He motioned for his men to leave, and one by one they filed out of the morgue, their footsteps fading into the distance.Max lingered at the doorway.He was stunned, his face tight with shock and helplessness. He wanted to say so
Kevin stared at him, shock flickering across his stern features for the first time. He looked not at a grandson anymore — but at a monster forged by love and loss.“You’ve lost your mind,” Kevin said, his voice lower now.Francisco stepped closer, gun still warm in his hand.“No,” he replied softly. “I lost her.”He tilted his head, eyes glinting with something terrifyingly calm.“And until I get her back, there’s nothing left for me to lose.”The hospital groaned with distant screams and hurried footsteps. Chaos spread like wildfire beyond the door.Kevin tightened his grip on the cane.Francisco turned toward the door, ready to leave the chamber.Then Kevin spoke.“Don’t you want to see your son?”Francisco stopped.Slowly, he turned back, disbelief flashing across his face. His brows arched as he stared at Kevin, as if he hadn’t heard him right.Kevin’s expression had changed. The rage was gone. In its place sat something heavy, almost grim. Without another word, he turned and walk
Francisco stood in the middle of the apartment, his face carved in stone.Rage flickered in his eyes like an open flame.The place lay in ruins. Furniture smashed. Glass shattered across the floor. Blood stained the tiles, dark and sticky. His men had torn the apartment apart, searching every corner, every shadow... too late.Francisco’s knuckles dripped with blood. His white wedding suit was no longer white, streaked with red, ruined beyond repair.He dropped heavily onto the sofa.For a moment, he didn’t move.Frustration crushed his chest. Loss hollowed him out. Everything he had held back... every fear, every doubt—crashed down at once.He pulled out a cigarette with shaking fingers and lit it. Smoke curled around his face as his eyes drifted toward the bed.They darkened.The sheets were rumpled.And there....blood.Francisco blinked slowly. His breath hitched. His fingers trembled as he stood and walked toward the bed, each step heavier than the last.He sat down.His hand pres







