MasukSteam filled the shower room as Ricardo set Alana down on the marble counter. He didn't break the kiss, his hands moving to grip her waist. The warm water falling on them.“I thought I was spending the night alone,” he murmured against her lips. He took his time being inside her. Alana was begging him to make love to her, but Ricardo told her to have a little patience. Alana pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. The nonchalance she had shown in the garden was gone, replaced by a sharp, flickering heat. “Don't get used to it. You still have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow.” She shot him a death glare, and he moved inside her, making her gasp in awe.“I'll tell you anything you want to know,” Ricardo promised as he cupped her face and kissed her, exploring her mouth with intensity.. He reached for the shower handle, turning the water on. “But right now, I just want to be with my wife.” The warm water slicked their skin. Alana ran her hands over his chest, feeling the fr
Alana took a step forward. Ricardo was covered in a cold sweat. His marriage had just been mended after the exhausting drama with Rocco, and he felt the foundation cracking again. He didn't want anything else to go wrong.“Sweetheart… don't listen to her,” Ricardo whispered, his voice thick with desperation as he tried to find the right words to explain.The look in Alana’s eyes said it all. She wasn't just hurt; she was calculating. Chloe, on the other hand, had a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She saw the tension, the fear in Ricardo’s eyes, and felt a surge of triumph. No matter what happened, she was convinced Ricardo was going to be hers.“Babe,” Ricardo reached out to hold Alana’s hand, but she shoved it away with a sharp, dismissive motion.She stepped past him and stood directly in front of Chloe. Alana didn't look at her husband; instead, she bent down and calmly picked up the chequebook from the grass.“Alana, you can’t blame me for this,” Chloe began, breaki
The party hall was now a sea of tailored suits and silk gowns; the air was blissful with the smell of expensive cologne and catered appetizers. Alana stood near the edge of the dance floor, her fingers tracing the rim of her champagne flute. Beside her, Brigitte was in the middle of a story, and her gestures animated as she sipped her drink.“So… after all that drama… are you okay?” Brigitte asked, her voice dropping to a more intimate volume.Alana tightened her grip on the glass. The memory of the Rocco incident still felt like a bruise that hadn't quite faded. “I'm good. Everything is back to normal.” She forced a smile, watching Ricardo across the room. He was deep in conversation with a group of investors, Camillo among them. “I made enough mistakes hiding things from him. No more secrets.”“Speaking of secrets,” Alana continued, nodding toward the men. “The devil came back. Aren't you going to say hi?” Alana asked with a mischievous smirk while pointing at Camillo. Brigitte
Alana and Ricardo snuggled in bed together, despite the doctor telling Ricardo to go to his room. He refused and wanted to be beside his wife. Alana was happy to be in the man's arms.“But it was untraceable…” Alana said with a frown. She was still confused about how Ricardo and the doctor managed to know exactly the poison Rocco used on Santiago. “We did a few tests, and apparently, he was injected with succinylcholine. It's a paralyzing agent that can cause respiratory arrest and is quite difficult to detect,” The elderly doctor explained while Ricardo nodded. “It's acquired through a black market…it's illegal and quite difficult to get the current,” Ricardo chimed in as well, and Alana was stunned. “I had Dario and Dennis watching Rocco. He met with some men who provided him with it,” Ricardo added, and Alana now understood everything. It seemed Ricardo knew something was wrong. She held on to him, knowing she was so lucky to have him.“We had the team male neostigmine, which rev
Ricardo slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the harsh hospital lights. The throbbing pain in his body intensified as he tried to sit up, only to be met with a firm hand pushing him back down. Startled, he turned his head to see Marcus standing by his bedside, a look of concern etched on his face.“Lie down, Ricardo. You're badly hurt,” Marcus urged, his voice filled with worry. Confusion clouded Ricardo's mind as he tried to piece together what had happened. Why was he in a hospital bed? And why was Marcus here? Then, like a bolt of lightning, a memory flashed in his mind, and he jolted upright, ignoring the protests of his body.“Alana! Where is she? Is she okay?” Ricardo's voice trembled with fear as he frantically looked around the room, his heart pounding in his chest. Before Marcus could respond, Ricardo swung his legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand, his body protesting with every movement. Ignoring the pain, he staggered towards the door, determination in h
“You're shameless, forcing a woman to be with you,” Alana was in disbelief. By now, Rocco was only in his boxes. Threatening to have his way with her.“I've always loved you, Alana. I've always cared about you and wanted nothing but to give you the world!” Rocco made a low yell, the fact that he fancied her since the first day he set his eyes on her hurt him.“I'm a married woman!”“And I'm a man who deeply loves you…what does he have huh…what does Ricardo have that I don't…” he questioned. This time, his voice was low and held emotions. "I have money just like him, good looks, you name it…but he's nothing but a criminal!” “You're insane Rocco, you need help,” Alana refused to give in, despite how sorry she felt for him. She wouldn't forget that he poisoned a child.“I'm insane because I love You, you're the first woman who makes me feel this way…Alana please give me a chance,” Rocco's voice softened, he was nearly begging her to love him.“I don't love you… I love my husband…”“He's







