เข้าสู่ระบบNathalia’s face kept replaying in my head over and over again.The anger in her eyes when I saw her that night.The strength she had while trying to kill me.Even after the memories came back… even after the evidence Boston recovered confirmed the truth that Nathalia really was behind the crime…I still couldn’t fully process it.I kept digging through every memory I had of us, trying desperately to understand why she would do something like that.We were best friends.And I’d seen the way Timothy got along with her, too.They were friends as well…Or was it more than that?I immediately shook the thought away, refusing to add more pain to what I was already feeling.She could’ve killed me, too, that night.If I hadn’t escaped, I’d probably be buried underground by now, rotting beside Timothy.“Ready to go?”I snapped out of my thoughts and saw Steffano standing in front of me.I set down the tea I’d been holding inside the private lounge where we’d stayed after Boston showed us the e
“Ahhh…” A moan slipped from my lips when Steffano started massaging my breasts.When he claimed my mouth again and deepened the kiss, my eyes shut tightly.I wrapped my arms around his neck.Every touch of his against the most sensitive parts of my body felt like fire consuming me.“I missed kissing you… touching you… hearing your soft moans, sweetheart,” he whispered.“M-me too,” I admitted, realizing it had been a long time since we’d been intimate with everything that had happened lately.“Hands up,” he murmured again, and I obeyed.He pulled my clothes off before hungrily taking one breast into his mouth like a starving man. He switched between them, sucking and teasing my nipples until my body trembled.I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him when I felt the growing tension low in my stomach. I wanted more of him—wanted to feel the hard length of him pressing against my aching heat.My fingers tightened in his hair, giving him more freedom to worship my chest.Then I fel
STEFFANO“Boss, we got him. His girlfriend’s with him too.”“Good,” I replied coldly. “I’m on my way.”I rubbed my aching head and pushed myself up from the couch before checking on the twins.They were both still fast asleep.I kissed each of them on the forehead before quietly turning to leave.Just as I reached the door, it opened, and Lucian walked in.“How’s Alexa?” I asked him.“Better,” he answered, stifling a yawn. “Good thing Aunt Alexis wasn’t there tonight, so I finally got to visit Lex without getting interrogated.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Where are you going?”A slow smile spread across my face.“I’ve got a game to play.”He froze.“A game?” Lucian frowned. “What the hell are you planning now, Steffano?”I ignored the question and grabbed my jacket.“Take care of my kids for me.”“Wait.” His expression darkened. “Don’t tell me you’re finally going after Paredes.”“It’s time,” I said calmly. “I think he’s gotten a little too comfortable with the freedom I gave him.”“
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, that Mommy still hasn’t been able to come back there yet. But I promise, by tomorrow I’ll feel better enough to visit you. I miss you so much.”“Oh, don’t worry about me, Mommy,” Stephie said softly on the other end of the call. “I’m okay. I miss you too, but I want you to rest so you don’t get sick taking care of me.”I slowly sat down on the couch, my chest tightening at the sweetness in her voice.“Thank you, Stephie. I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Mommy… I love you.”I swallowed hard.Stephie wasn’t my biological child, yet somehow she made me experience the kind of love only a mother could understand.“I love you too, sweetheart. Always.”The moment the call ended, I bit my lip and opened Nathalia’s social media profile.The second I saw our pictures together, tears rolled down my cheeks again.I’d actually known Nathalia since college, though we were never close back then, even if we were in the same department.Years later, we met again during auditions for Te
I’m scared.Dr. William asked me to start recounting everything I remembered from that night—the night Steffano said I still had missing memories from.My mind was a mess.If Steffano wasn’t beside me right now, I honestly didn’t know what I would do.I feel like I’m losing my mind.The hallucinations… the recurring nightmares… they terrify me.But at the same time, I want to remember.I need to remember what really happened that night.I want to know who tried to kill me… and who framed me for their crime.“So you believe the version Rebecca remembers isn’t what actually happened that night?” Dr. William asked.“Yes,” Steffano answered quietly.The doctor nodded thoughtfully.“This may be a case of selective amnesia, Steffano.”“Selective amnesia?”“Yes. It’s a form of memory loss where a person blocks out specific events or details while the rest of their memories remain intact.” He folded his hands together calmly. “It’s usually connected to trauma or extreme emotional distress. So
FERDIE“What are you talking about?” I asked shakily. “What letters? What child?”Geraldine frowned at me.“You really don’t know?”“I don’t,” I admitted honestly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head.“Then Carol probably intercepted every letter I sent you.” Her smile faded. “She was probably the one replying to me too… telling me to stay away from your family.” Her eyes darkened painfully. “I guess that was her revenge.”I swallowed hard.Suddenly, memories started flooding back—how much more distant Caroline became during Rebecca’s pregnancy. How our marriage slowly crumbled despite believing she had forgiven me for my mistake.But she never truly did.“Are you saying…” My voice cracked. “We had
“W-what are those?” I asked, my voice trembling as I stared at the wall.Even though it felt like knives were stabbing into my chest, I couldn’t look away—especially from the photos of Tim.“That’s the crime scene,” Steffano said evenly. &ld
“WHY aren’t you guys wearing your pajamas?” Stephie complained the moment we stepped inside the theater room.The three of us—Steffano, Savvy, and I—looked at each other.“I forgot,” I said quickly, pinching Stephie’s cheek. “I’ll go change very quickly, sweetheart.”Stephie placed her hands on her
“What’s going on? Why does someone look so grumpy this morning?” I said as soon as I entered Stephie's room.Her hair was a mess, and she kept avoiding the maid from brushing it.“Mommy! You’re here!” Stephie rushed toward me and snatched the brush from the maid’s hand. “Kitty said she could do a F
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice raspy as I blinked my eyes open to find Steffano sitting beside me.I swallowed hard as a smirk played on his lips. My skin prickled with goosebumps when he reached out, his hand trailing softly against my cheek.“Have I told you how beautiful you are, R







