Carlo’s phone buzzed on the table beside him. He picked it up, already tense. The name on the screen made his stomach drop.“Hello?” His voice was cold.“Hello, Carlo,” Bernice said, her tone light, like this was a friendly catch-up. “Did you miss me?”He didn’t waste a second. “I know you took my wife, Bernice. Release her now.”“Ouch,” she replied, dragging out the word like he’d just stepped on her feelings. “You really think I’d do something like that?”“Don’t play games with me,” Carlo snapped. “I know you too damn well. You took her. Let her go.”She laughed. “Well, you caught me. But no, I’m not letting her go. Not yet.”His grip on the phone tightened. “Why are you doing this?”Her voice changed. It went hard. “You really thought I’d forgiven you? For killing my brother?”Carlo closed his eyes. “I didn’t know who he was that night. It wasn’t supposed to go down like that.”“I don’t care,” she cut in. “I thought maybe… just maybe, I’d let it slide. Because I loved you. Because
Family secret “You really think she’d do something like this?” Kristen asked softly, eyes locked on his pale face. “I mean… Bernice is in love with you. I don’t think she’d try to get you killed.”Carlo’s lips curved into a painful smirk. “You don’t know Bernice like I do,” he muttered, his voice low and raspy. “She’s capable of the worst things, Sophie.”Kristen frowned. “Still… she loved you. I don’t know. It just doesn’t make sense.”He looked at her, his eyes sharp even through the pain. “You didn’t think she’d just let it slide, me throwing her out of the house like that?” He winced, hand resting over his wounded side. “Bernice doesn’t take humiliation quietly. That woman’s pride is deadly.”Kristen reached out and touched his cheek gently with her hand, brushing her thumb over the faint stubble on his jaw. “You should stop talking. It’ll only make the pain worse.”Carlo let out a soft chuckle, though it quickly turned into a groan. “This is nothing. I’ve had worse.”Tears fille
Family secret “You really think she’d do something like this?” Kristen asked softly, eyes locked on his pale face. “I mean… Bernice is in love with you. I don’t think she’d try to get you killed.”Carlo’s lips curved into a painful smirk. “You don’t know Bernice like I do,” he muttered, his voice low and raspy. “She’s capable of the worst things, Sophie.”Kristen frowned. “Still… she loved you. I don’t know. It just doesn’t make sense.”He looked at her, his eyes sharp even through the pain. “You didn’t think she’d just let it slide, me throwing her out of the house like that?” He winced, hand resting over his wounded side. “Bernice doesn’t take humiliation quietly. That woman’s pride is deadly.”Kristen reached out and touched his cheek gently with her hand, brushing her thumb over the faint stubble on his jaw. “You should stop talking. It’ll only make the pain worse.”Carlo let out a soft chuckle, though it quickly turned into a groan. “This is nothing. I’ve had worse.”Tears fille
Ambushed Kristen’s voice came out in a rush, shaky and unsure. “It’s not what it looks like, Carlo.”Carlo’s face twisted in fury. He took one slow step toward her, his eyes burning. “Not what it looks like?” he said, each word louder than the last. “Then explain it to me, Sophie! Right now!”She backed away slightly, her breath caught in her throat. “I… I needed his help.”His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Help?” he repeated like he didn’t believe he heard her right. He stepped even closer. “Help with what?”Kristen looked away. Her voice dropped. “I can’t tell you.”Carlo blinked slowly, processing what she just said. He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head like he was trying to wake himself up from a bad dream. “Are you serious right now, Sophie?”She couldn’t speak. Her throat felt closed. Her eyes stung.He stared at her, searching her face. “What is the secret, huh?” he asked. “The one Bernice said you’re hiding from me. What is it?”Kristen looked up at him, her face pal
Do your worstThey rushed to the door, hearts racing, feet moving fast, but they were too late.Carolina was already inside.She stood in the hallway, arms crossed, with that same cold smirk Kristen remembered too well. Her eyes landed on both of them the moment they stepped in.“Well, well, well,” Carolina said slowly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Look who we have here.”Kristen froze. Anthony stopped just behind her.Carolina turned her sharp gaze to him.“She even brought her puppet along.”Anthony’s jaw clenched but he stayed quiet. His eyes didn’t leave hers.Then Carolina turned back to Kristen. Her face shifted fast, the mockery was gone, replaced with anger.“What the hell are you doing in my house?”Kristen’s shoulders tightened. But her voice was calm. “This is my father’s house. I have the right to come here.”Carolina laughed, but there was no humor in it. It was dry and cold.“You think I don’t know why you’re here?” she said.She stepped closer, her heels clicking o
Searching for answers Kristen opened her eyes slowly. Morning had come, but her mind had never stopped running. The same thoughts from last night were still sitting heavy on her chest.Carlo was still asleep beside her, breathing quietly, one arm around her waist like he always did. She turned her head and looked at him, the guilt already building in her stomach. She hated keeping things from him. But this? She had to handle it alone, at least for now.There were too many secrets. Too many people who knew things about her that she didn’t. And she was tired of it. Tired of being left in the dark.She stayed in bed, pretending to sleep, until Carlo stirred.He kissed her temple, whispered something soft, and began to dress for the day.“You okay?” he asked, glancing at her from the mirror.Kristen nodded slowly. “Yeah… just need more rest.”He walked over and kissed her forehead again. “You want me to stay home?”“No,” she said quickly. “Go. I’ll probably just rest or read. I’ll be oka