LOGIN{Third person's pov}Monday morning at Ramos Media was as hectic as ever, employees hurried through the hallways with files in their hands while assistants prepared for one of the company's biggest meetings of the quarter.A new international investor was visiting, rumor had it she was one of the wealthiest businesswomen in Europe.Natasha had arrived an hour earlier for a campaign meeting of her own, she smiled at the employees who greeted her before stepping into the elevator.Just as the doors were about to close... "Mrs. Ramos!"She turned around and It was one of Ethan's secretaries.."Good morning.".Natasha smiled.."Good morning."The secretary hesitated.."There is... something you should know."Natasha frowned. "What happened?"The woman lowered her voice. "The new investor...""What about her?" Natasha asked. "She has been... rather interested in Mr. Ramos."Natasha blinked. "Interested?"The secretary nodded awkwardly. "I was serving coffee during the meeting and she kept comp
{Third person's pov}Natasha and Ethan walked inside their room and he locked the room's door. Natasha immediately turned towards him and coiled her hands around his neck.He smiled warmly and coiled his hands around her waist. "What does my wife want?" he asked and she chuckled."You, your affection, your touch... husband." She replied and he picked her up immediately making her coil her legs around his waist.He gently pushed her against the wall in order to support her weight and then without any delay he joined their lips into a soft kiss. She smiled between the kiss and tried to match his pace, but ofcourse he was way wilder and faster than her. With his hands he started unzipping her dress and slid it down, revealing her soft boobs. She bit her lips as he carried her towards the bed and gently placed her on the bed. He gently kissed and bit her neck, leaving red and purple marks all over it and then he trained the kisses all the way down to her collar bone, cleavage and fina
{Third person's pov}Two Months Later... Life had slowly begun to find its rhythm again.The nightmares hadn't disappeared completely, some nights Ethan still woke up in a cold sweat and some mornings he still fell silent when a memory resurfaced.But now... He wasn't fighting those battles alone, Natasha was there, always and somehow, that made every day a little easier than the last.Ramos Media was thriving once again and the scandal surrounding Richard Ramos had faded from the headlines.The company had recovered, Ethan had returned to work and his smile wasn't as rare anymore.His laughter echoed through the mansion again and for the first time in years... He looked at peace.Natasha, on the other hand... Had been busier than ever, magazine covers, luxury campaigns and international fashion houses.Her calendar was packed for months yet somehow... She never forgot to have breakfast with Ethan, never forgot their nightly movie dates and never forgot to kiss him goodbye before leav
{Third person's pov}The cemetery was quiet, the morning sky was painted in shades of soft gray, and a cool breeze drifted through the rows of white marble headstones.Ethan stood at the entrance for several long moments, his feet refused to move.Natasha quietly slipped her hand into his. "You don't have to do this today."He looked at the graveyard ahead. "No."nHis voice was calm. "I should've done this years ago."They walked together, slowly and silently, every step felt heavier than the last.Finally... They stopped before a simple white marble headstone, Evelyn Ramos, beloved Mother, forever in Our Hearts.Ethan stared at the name, his fingers trembled as he knelt before the grave.For a long time... He couldn't speak, Natasha remained a few steps behind him, giving him the space he deserved.Ethan gently placed a bouquet of white lilies beside the headstone, his mother's favorite flowers, he still remembered, despite everything... He still remembered.A small, broken smile appe
{Third person's pov}The mansion was eerily silent, the storm outside had begun to calm, but inside... Neither Ethan nor Natasha could hear the rain anymore.They only heard each other's breathing, Ethan slowly removed his suit jacket and without saying a word, he gently draped it over Natasha's shoulders, covering her trembling frame.His hands were shaking, not from the cold but from the realization of what he had almost lost.He carefully buttoned the front of the jacket, making sure she was completely covered before looking into her tear-filled eyes."I'm sorry..." The words escaped his lips almost instinctively and Natasha stared at him. "You have nothing to apologize for."His jaw tightened. "I should've reached sooner." She immediately shook her head. "No... You came... That's what matters."For a long moment, neither of them spoke and then Ethan gently took her hand. "Let's go home."The drive back to the mansion was completely silent and Natasha rested her head against the wi
{Third person's pov}The old Ramos Mansion was silent, not peaceful, silent in a way that made every footstep echo through the endless corridors.Natasha stood in the grand entrance hall, rainwater dripping from the hem of her coat, the enormous chandelier above her swayed ever so slightly.Richard Ramos slowly descended the staircase, his movements were calm, measured.As though he had all the time in the world. "I knew you'd come back."Natasha's expression remained cold. "I'm here because you promised to leave Ethan alone, His situation is getting worse."Richard smiled. "You still think this was ever about a promise." He reached the bottom of the stairs."I've spent weeks watching the strongest man in London crumble and do you know what fascinated me the most? He still chose love over fear."Natasha folded her arms. "You mistake kindness for weakness.""No... I taught him that kindness gets people hurt." She stared at him. "And he proved you wrong."A flicker crossed Richard's fac
{Third person's pov}Evan didn’t slow down as he walked. Natasha followed, her steps quieter against the polished floor, her awareness sharper than before. His hand brushed briefly against her back as they entered the elevator, light, controlled.“Stay close,” he said as the doors closed. Silence p
{Third person's pov}The apartment felt different when she came back.Not quieter, just… heavier.Natasha slipped off her heels near the door, the faint echo of the party still clinging to her skin, her hair, the fabric of the dress she hadn’t changed out of. The stain had dried into something dull
{Third person's pov}The party was everything Natasha expected. And everything she hated.Crystal chandeliers. Low golden lighting. Conversations that weren’t really conversations, just carefully crafted words exchanged between people who measured value in power, not sincerity.Evan fit into it eff
{Third person's pov}Natasha stirred slowly, the sheets cool against her naked skin, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering like it belonged there more than she did.She didn’t open her eyes immediately. For a second, she let herself stay in that space, half-asleep, weightless, untouched by







