LOGINMonday morning arrived—long-awaited, yet strangely heavy. Adriana woke up with a weight in her chest instead of excitement, even though it was supposed to be a big day. After finishing her morning routine, she went downstairs to find her twins already at the dining table, eating and chatting softly between bites.
Once breakfast was done, she walked them out and watched as the car took them to school, their small waves from the back seat lingering in her mind long after they disappeared down the street.Her driver took her next, pulling up to her company’s glass-front building. There, she saw Antonio stepping out of his car at the exact same moment she did. Their eyes met just for a few seconds—hers, unreadable, his, full of unspoken regret. But then, she turned away, walking briskly into the building without a single word.Antonio exhaled a deep sigh, watching her disappear through the glass doors before following behind. He had planned to talk to her—butA week had gone by, and Antonio still hadn’t woken up from his coma. After intense interrogation, the assassin finally confessed that Eros was the one who had ordered Adriana’s assassination and even provided proof of a half-payment Eros had sent him. With Eros’s name and face plastered everywhere as wanted, he fled to Australia. But while in hiding, his rage consumed him, especially after discovering that his own cousin was Stefan’s biological father. In cold blood, he murdered Natalia but kept her son alive. A week later, he surfaced publicly, shocking everyone by announcing that he was transferring all of Antonio’s company shares to Abby. But Abby, who had no idea how to manage a business, decided to sell all the shares. Surprised and deeply suspicious, Adriana secretly bought the shares under an anonymous name by spending almost all her lifetime savings. It had been two weeks since Antonio had slipped into a coma, yet she refused to g
The gunshot was silent. No one but Adriana heard it, as her eyes caught the flash after hearing her name. Right immediately, her heart stopped. “Tonio!” she screamed into the microphone, her voice echoing across the hall, making every head turn toward the commotion.With panic surging through her veins, she tore off the microphone and tried to run towards him. But before she could take more than a few steps, the assassin yanked the silencer off his gun and fired into the air.The loud crack of the gunshot split the room like thunder, screams filling the hall as guests ducked for cover while security guards rushed forward. Before Adriana could reach Antonio, two of her guards caught her by the arms, pulling her back to safety.“I'll shoot him again if anyone dares to move!" The gunman shouted, his weapon now aimed directly at Antonio, who was kneeling on the floor and clutching his bleeding chest.“No!” Adriana cried, struggling against the guards,
Monday morning arrived—long-awaited, yet strangely heavy. Adriana woke up with a weight in her chest instead of excitement, even though it was supposed to be a big day. After finishing her morning routine, she went downstairs to find her twins already at the dining table, eating and chatting softly between bites.Once breakfast was done, she walked them out and watched as the car took them to school, their small waves from the back seat lingering in her mind long after they disappeared down the street. Her driver took her next, pulling up to her company’s glass-front building. There, she saw Antonio stepping out of his car at the exact same moment she did. Their eyes met just for a few seconds—hers, unreadable, his, full of unspoken regret. But then, she turned away, walking briskly into the building without a single word.Antonio exhaled a deep sigh, watching her disappear through the glass doors before following behind. He had planned to talk to her—but
“Tonio!” Adriana screamed, disbelief and confusion flooding her voice as Steve staggered backward. “You don’t have to believe whatever that bastard said,” Antonio snapped, his head lowering toward hers. “Really?” Steve cut in, straightening as he wiped the blood from his lip. “Then just ask him, Riana,” he said, his eyes piercing hers with a persuasive calm. “Stop calling her that!” Antonio barked, his fists tightening at his sides. “Well, I do have to know why you wanted to get close to me in the first place,” Adriana shot back, her voice sharp and trembling with anger. Antonio froze, his face tightening like someone terrified to revisit the past. “Did you…” she began, her voice cracking, “did you really make a bet with Eros about winning me back?” Her hazel eyes searched his, trembling but demanding the truth. Antonio swallowed hard. His throat burnt as he met her gaze, his sil
As morning light streamed softly through the curtains, painting golden lines across the tangled sheets, Adriana’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of Antonio’s chiselled abs rising and falling with each steady breath. His arm draped protectively around her bare body, his warmth seeped into her skin like sunlight after a storm. Her palm resting on his chest firmly and warmly, she began to trace lazy circles across it with her fingertips, while she smiled to herself. “Don’t turn me on this early,” suddenly came Antonio’s deep, sleepy voice, rumbling beneath her touch. Adriana froze for a second, then tilted her head up. There, she found his striking cerulean-blue eyes, the same shade their twins had inherited—already on her. “Umm… good morning,” she murmured shyly, her lips pressing into a faint smile. “Did you sleep well, my beautiful hazel-eyed queen?” Antonio teased, his voice low and rich. The way he looked at Adriana made her blush instantly, and she tried to hide it by res
Adriana balanced precariously, but his strength held her steady, his arms like steel bands around her thighs. Without hesitation, he dived into her, his mouth sealing over her pussy fully. His tongue thrusting inside her, he fucked her with deep, curling strokes as he tasted her depths."Antonio!” Adriana screamed, the sound raw and echoing in the shower, as pleasure ripped through her. With water pouring over her face and into her open mouth, she became too lost in the way his lips sucked her folds while his nose ground against her clit with every movement.Antonio ate her like a starved man, his tongue lashing her entrance, then flattening to lap her from ass to clit in long, slow drags. Her juices mixed with the water, dripping down his chin; he groaned deeply, the vibration making Adriana clench around nothing. He focused on her clit next, sucking it between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Like a pro, he knew just the pressure—firm but not overwhelming—al







