LOGINThe next morning sun was bright and warm. It shone through the big windows of the house, making the whole room glow. Killian stood in his study, looking down at the city below. The streets were busy with people starting their day. Cars moved like tiny toys. People walked to work. He held his phone tightly to his ear. His knuckles were white. "I need you to come to my house now," Killian said into the phone. His voice was serious and strong. He was talking to his lawyer. "I want divorce papers today. Make it fast. I don't care what it costs. Just get it done. I want this over with." He turned to face Vanessa, who had just entered the study. She stood by the door, holding her morning tea. She looked at him, her eyes curious but already getting angry. She could tell something was wrong. "Divorce papers?" she asked. Her voice was already getting sharp. "Who are you divorcing? One of your business partners? Someone who crossed you? Tell me who it is." Killian put his phone down on
The hotel room was dark now, lit only by the city lights outside the window. Killian and Calla lay together in the quiet night, their bodies still warm from making love. The gun was forgotten on the table. Killian stirred, his voice soft in the darkness. "I'm going to tell Vanessa tonight." Calla turned to face him, her hand resting on his chest. "Tell her what?" she asked softly. "I want to divorce her," Killian said, his voice firm despite the late hour. "I can't keep living like this. Pretending. Hiding what we have." Calla sat up, the sheet falling around her waist. She looked at him seriously. "Are you sure about this? The moment you tell her, her father will know. Alfredo will see this as a declaration of war." "I'm sure," Killian said, sitting up beside her. "I can't live this lie anymore. I won't keep you and our children hidden in the shadows. You deserve more than that. Our family deserves more than that." Calla touched his arm gently. "Killian... what about the
Chapter 75: The Choice The gun felt cold and heavy in Killian's hand. He stood frozen, staring at Calla. Her eyes were locked with his. The room was so quiet he could hear his own heart beating. "Neva," Calla said softly, not looking away from Killian. "Mateo. Please leave us alone." Neva shook her head. "Calla, no. It's not safe." "Please," Calla said again, her voice gentle but firm. "Wait outside. We need to talk. Just the two of us." Mateo looked at Killian. "Boss?" Killian's eyes were still on Calla. He saw the woman he loved, not the crime boss. He saw the mother of his children. Slowly, he nodded. "Wait outside," Killian told Mateo. Neva looked worried but finally turned and left. Mateo followed her. The door closed with a soft click. Now they were alone. Calla took a step closer to him. "Put the gun down, Killian. Please." "I don't understand," he whispered. "Why did you do all this? The lies? The danger?" "Because you left me," she said, her voice breaki
Killian stood frozen in the hotel doorway. His mind could not understand what he was seeing. Calla stood there, calm and still. She did not look scared. She did not look like she needed help. The room behind her was just a normal hotel room, a bed, a chair, a table. Nothing special. "Calla?" Killian's voice was soft and confused. "What are you doing here? Are you okay? Did they bring you here? Where is she?" He tried to look past her into the room. He expected to see the real boss waiting inside. He thought she was in danger. Calla's voice was cool and steady. "There is no one else here, Killian. You were looking for the boss of the tequila business. The one who took Ricardo's empire. His partner.The one you call 'La Jefa'." She paused, letting her words sink into his mind. "You're looking at her. It's me." Killian took a step back. He shook his head hard. "That's not possible. That's a lie. Who told you to say this? Is this some kind of joke?" His brain fought against her wor
Later that day, Killian stood in his large penthouse as the evening sun set outside his window. The sky turned orange and pink. He was getting ready for an important meeting. Carefully, he slid a small gun into a hidden holster under his jacket. His most trusted guard, Mateo, stood nearby looking very nervous. "Boss," Mateo began, his voice quiet but full of concern. "I have a bad feeling about this meeting. It doesn't feel right to me. We should bring more men with us. At least two cars full of armed guards. This could easily be a trap set for us." Killian shook his head firmly. "No, Mateo. Just you and me. If this woman is really the Jefa we've been looking for, arriving with a small army would insult herl. If it is a trap, a small team like ours is much harder to spot and much easier to get away quickly if we need to." "But why choose a hotel?" Mateo asked, his voice tense with worry. "And why send us a specific room number like this? It feels... too personal. Do you think maybe
The next day, Calla sat at her desk in her shipping company office. The morning sun streamed through the large window, making dust particles dance in the air. Papers covered her desk, shipping orders, bills, schedules. But she couldn't focus on any of them. Her mind kept returning to the simple message that had appeared on her phone last night. We need to meet. - Killian. Just five words, but they had kept her awake for hours. She remembered discussing it with Neva in the quiet of her home. Last Night: The house was dark and silent when Calla showed Neva the message. "He wants to meet," Calla said, her voice barely above a whisper. Neva studied the message, her face serious. "I don't know Calla, but I'm sure it's not related to the tequila, he can't know you're the one in charge." "I think so too," Calla said firmly, shaking her head. "but this has to stop. The constant attacks on our trucks, all these whatever bullshit... it must end now. But we will meet on our terms, no







