LOGIN• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The word cracked through the room like a whip. "Lucia…" Mili tried to stop her before it was too late. But Lucia didn't look at Mili for once. Her gaze remained locked on Tulip. "You really thought you could sit here and twist things like this?" Lucia continued. Her voice was lower now but far more cutting as she claimed, "You knew what Jovanno was up to. Don't even try to deny it." Tulip's lips parted, but no words came out. The colour had drained from her face. The accusation hung heavy in the room. Mili's eyes shifted between them as confusion rose painfully inside her chest once again. "Lucia… what are you even saying?" she questioned softly. Lucia finally looked at her then. "I'm saying," she replied, "that nothing about this is as simple as it looks." "No…" Tulip whispered, shaking her head weakly. "That's not true. I would never do anything like that to anyone!" "I'm not saying you planned it," Lucia interrupte
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Suddenly, at the heart of the known mansion, which had been her home for months, everything felt so unfamiliar to Mili. In the heat of the argument, amidst all the chaos and unexpected situations, she remained unaware of Daniel's whereabouts. Mili knew her husband indulged with Nacho just to give it back to Jovanno but she had no opportunity to question where they were heading to. And, with this sudden sense of something unpleasant, Mili was tense. She gulped a lump of nervousness and turned towards Tulip. Tulip was seated on the sofa in her usual posture... Her one hand on her baby bump and with the other hand she was helping herself with a glass of water but Mili noticed how her fingers were shaking slightly. Mili approached Tulip to help her with it. Tulip looked even more tense, more worried. Tulip was mostly silent when Mili asked if she was feeling unwell or if she was hungry. So, she asked the maids to bring her some warm
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • After some time, the road stretched out into a quiet, endless darkness as the car moved forward at a rapid pace. Daniel sat unmoving in the passenger seat with his gaze fixed ahead, his expression composed in a way that concealed more than it revealed. Daniel let Nacho drive through the way and Nacho drove without speaking. He didn't attempt conversation, nor did he glance too often at the man beside him. Like ... He had already understood enough. Some silences were not meant to be broken, especially not when they belonged to some forthcoming storms. As the car slowed down near a very isolated stretch. No significant details came into Daniel's view as he let Nacho take him to Jovanno's hideout, about which only Nacho was aware. But Daniel didn't question anything! Not because he believed Nacho blindly, but because whatever waited at the end of this road mattered more than the risks in between. The car came to a stop. "We're here," N
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • "You never think about what I say," Daniel said but he didn't shout. He stood utterly still before he crashed the already ruined teddy at his feet again. The action stretched unnecessarily for minutes until Mili felt it was pressing against her chest. Mili could physically sense that it was not going to end well! "You brought this fucking thing into your room!" he said at last. Mili's lips parted as she fought against the guilt rising in her chest, "I didn't even think there was anything to doubt. Also, it didn't mean anything to me." "That's the problem," he snapped, "You don't see danger where it exists," he cut in. He was aware of her naivety... He never for a moment doubted his wife's intentions, but still, it was a hard pill for Daniel Knight to swallow so quickly. One thing he was determined to do... That was to make Jovanno pay the price. Daniel moved towards his nervous wife. "You felt someone watching you," he continue
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Mili stirred at his question. The softness drained from her face first. Her lashes fluttered as she pulled back just enough to look at him... Enough that he could see the fear return to her beautiful eyes. She held the fabric of his shirt. "Jovanno… he said…" Her voice faltered as she spoke, "He said Lucia told him." "Lucia told him?" Daniel quietly repeated. "Yes, in the garden..." Mili's fingers tightened in the fabric of Daniel's shirt like she didn't... She couldn't believe it fully but the fact that Daniel went still and didn't trust it either made her feel a pang of jealousy. "But there's more ..." She whispered. "I'm listening," Daniel spoke calmly. She hesitated. Her lips parted, then closed again. When she finally spoke, the words came in a frightened rush, "He… he said something else. Something terrible," Her fingers trembled where they clutched his shirt. "He said he had seen me. While I was sleeping in my previous be
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • CRASH. The sound of the shattering glass exploded through the living room. A heavy flower planter from the patio flew through the floor-to-ceiling window, followed immediately by two dark figures in tactical gear. The guards, who had been stationed at the end of the mansion's perimeter had approached the closed door. One was trying to force the door where the other man broke apart the glass. Miliani was startled. "Get away from her!" a voice roared past the wall. Jovanno's breath hitched sharply. The vile confidence that had twisted his face moments ago vanished, replaced by raw panic. His grip loosened. Mili didn't waste the second. She drove her knee into his torso with everything she had. Jovanno staggered back while cursing and barely kept his balance. Mili scrambled upright. She placed her robe properly with trembling fingers as she rushed toward the door. Her other hand fumbled desperately with the lock. "You bitch..."
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • There's a meeting in my bed~ 𐙚 The conference hall of the Romano estate was a battlefield dressed in elegance since the early morning. After a lavish breakfast awfully early in the morning the men shifted to the meeting hall. A long, polished mahogany table wa
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Her determination was solid- it was to anyhow confront her friend, Tulip. But, nothing like what she expected happened. In fact, one of the maids assisted her to Tulip's room where Tulip sat inside, listening to some music. "Mili," she feebly greeted, but her ey
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The door clicked shut behind her. And when the empty silence wrapped itself around the absence of his Mili, Daniel finally let out a slow breath and reached for the cup. His fingers adoringly moved along the rim of the cup - eyes drinking the warm essence much be
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • And before she could snap her head out of sleepiness and say anything... before he could stop himself, his arms were around her. The steady rhythm of her breathing got twisted as he hovered over her lithe body. Mili gasped as his skin touched hers, she wasn't wr







