"You brothers have a habit of throwing things," Massimo said with a smirk, his voice light, but layered with judgment. He held a clean t-shirt and a pair of black trousers in his hands, standing just inside Logan’s bedroom door. The door hung half-open, and the room was in shambles. Broken brushes, shattered mirrors, bedsheets in tangles on the floor, and one of the pillows lodged into the corner of the room like it had been hurled there with fury. Logan stood in the middle, his chest heaving and his shirt damp with sweat and rainwater. His face, already bruised from a fight earlier, was bleeding again, a slow trail of red running from the side of his mouth to his chin. "Get out!" Logan bellowed, his voice hoarse. Massimo didn’t flinch. Leonard stepped in next, surveying the wreckage with narrowed eyes. "What’s all this mess for?" "Can’t you all leave me the hell alone?" Logan shouted again. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides. Leonard started moving forward, a dangerou
Sophia’s POV"Get in," Leonard said sternly, opening the door to his room. His jaw was clenched, his face carved into stone, every line screaming with anger.The moment I stepped inside, a colder air swept around me. Maybe it was the drop in temperature, maybe just his presence. Either way, I pulled the jacket tighter over my soaked shoulders. My hair clung to my neck and face, damp and uncomfortable, the water dripping slowly like a quiet metronome measuring my anxiety.Leonard shut the door behind him. The sound felt heavier than it should have, like a verdict slamming down.I didn’t move.He didn’t speak.For a moment, the silence between us roared louder than any argument could.Then he walked toward me, each step deliberate, precise—like a predator in a cage he built himself. I instinctively took a small step back, the chill intensifying, not just in the room, but in my chest. My breathing quickened, and so did his. The air grew dense with something electric, volatile.He came cl
The silence that had blanketed the room like fog after Leonard threw the glass was abruptly shattered by laughter—sharp, unexpected, and maddening.Logan’s head leaned back slightly as he let out a loud, taunting laugh, blood trickling down from the cut on his cheek. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then looked directly at his older brother. “Yes,” he said, voice dripping with bitter amusement, “this is who you really are.”Leonard’s chest heaved with rage, his knuckles pale from how tightly he clenched his fists. “Where did you take her to?” he demanded, voice still shaking from fury.“I—” Sophia began softly, stepping forward.“I wasn’t asking you,” Leonard cut in sharply, not even sparing her a glance. His eyes were locked on Logan’s, blazing. “Where did you take her?”Logan scoffed, tossing Leonard’s glare back at him like a challenge. “We went to the hospital to see her mom. Got a problem with that?”“You’re telling me,” Leonard’s voice now had an edge of something dangerou
“What the hell?!” Leonard roared, his voice like thunder cracking across the marble walls of the Morano's mansion. He flung a crystal glass against the wall, watching it shatter into a hundred glittering pieces. Another followed, and another—glass raining down onto the polished floor like the storm that raged outside.The rain poured relentlessly against the tall windows, wind howling like an ancient spirit. The downpour struck the earth in angry bursts, as though the heavens themselves were at war with the world below.Upstairs, maids peered from the balcony, wide-eyed and whispering behind trembling hands.“Did you hear that?” one maid, Luisa, whispered to another, her eyes darting.“He’s furious again,” murmured the other, Marla. “Did something happen? Why’s he shouting about his wife?”“I don’t know... but it sounds serious. God help whoever’s in his path.”Downstairs, the guards stood stiff and silent, arms folded across their chests. They bore the brunt of Leonard’s fury with s
“Babe, why are you troubled?” a deep, husky voice cut through the low hum of rain tapping the rooftop of the towering skyscraper.Outside, the storm poured with relentless sorrow, its droplets cascading like tears down the expansive glass windows of the penthouse. Inside, the room was warm and dimly lit, painted with an air of brooding luxury. A woman stood facing an abstract painting mounted on the wall—bold red lines clashing against streaks of black and gray. She matched the painting in her form: clad in a fitted crimson dress, lips equally scarlet, eyes simmering with fury.It was Thelma.She slowly turned away from the artwork and locked eyes with the man lounging casually on the velvet couch behind her. His posture was relaxed, legs crossed, a glass of bourbon in hand, though his eyes betrayed a calculated alertness. He was the sort of man whose presence filled a room even when he said nothing—a mystery cloaked in charisma.“You heard what happened, didn’t you?” Thelma’s voice b
Sophia’s POV“Are you sure about this?” Logan asked as we stepped into the hospital, the sharp scent of antiseptic air hitting us instantly.“Yes,” I nodded without hesitation.“Okay, be fast. We need to go back before Leonard finishes the meeting,” Logan said, his voice low and cautious.“I don’t care about him. He can do whatever he wants,” I muttered, trying to steady my heartbeat. My stomach twisted slightly—part nerves, part guilt, part relief. Being here felt like rebellion, like breathing after being underwater for too long.“Let’s go in,” Logan said, clearly unconvinced but choosing not to argue.We walked straight to the reception area. The nurse behind the counter looked up from her monitor.“Please, I’m looking for a patient,” I said quickly.“Patient name, please?”“Ava Jenkins,” I replied.She flipped open a thick binder, scanning through rows of names with practiced ease. Her eyes paused mid-page. “Did she get surgery recently?”“Yes, she did,” I responded immediately, s