ログインAmelia let out a broken laugh. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at him.“You love me?” she asked, shaking her head. “You actually have the nerve to stand there and tell me you love me?”Her voice rose with every word. “Where were you, Alejandro?”He opened his mouth, but she didn’t let him speak.“Where were you when the police arrested me? Where were you when they dragged me away from our son?”Another tear rolled down her cheek.“Where were you when I spent three months locked up in that prison? Alone. Scared. Crying myself to sleep every night.”Alejandro’s eyes filled with guilt. “Amelia… I didn’t know.”“You didn’t know?” she repeated bitterly.“I swear. I didn’t know where they had taken you.” His voice cracked. “Gabriella told me you had been transferred to another prison. She told me you refused to see me. She said you wanted nothing to do with me.”He shook his head. “She lied to me, Amelia. She lied about everything.”Amelia laughed again, but there was no humor i
WENT-WORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTER — AMELIA’S CELL — AFTERNOONAmelia sat on the edge of her bunk, one hand resting on her growing stomach.The cell was quiet except for the distant sounds of doors slamming and inmates talking somewhere down the corridor.She stared at the gray wall in front of her.Another day.Another endless afternoon.She had spent hours trying not to think about everything she had lost.Then heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway.A moment later, keys rattled against the bars. A correctional officer stopped outside her cell “Amelia stone.”Amelia didn’t bother looking up. “What now?”“You have a visitor.”She rolled her eyes. “Good for them.”The guard frowned. “Your husband is here to see you.”That made her laugh. A cold, bitter laugh.Slowly, she lifted her head. “My husband?”The words dripped with sarcasm. “Last time I checked, I don’t have a husband anymore.”The guard remained silent.Amelia shook her head and leaned back against the wall.“So whoever is
Her voice shook with frustration.“I blocked everything, Sophia. Every letter. Every prison update. Every phone call. For five weeks, I made sure nothing about that trial got anywhere near this house.”She threw her hands into the air. “Five weeks.”Sophia stayed quiet.“And then what happens?” Gabriella continued. “He turns on the television on a random Tuesday evening, and there she is.”She swallowed hard.“Pregnant. Standing there for the whole world to see.”Gabriella shook her head. “Right there on the six o’clock news.”The room fell silent.“He completely lost it,” Gabriella said.She rubbed her forehead and imitated Alejandro’s panicked voice.“‘Oh my God, she’s pregnant. She’s suffering in prison. I need to see her.’”There was no mockery in her tone, Only exhaustion.“And then he called Elena.”Sophia frowned. “He called her?”Gabriella nodded. “He told her to drop the charges.”Sophia’s eyes widened. “Wait. He called Elena himself?”“Right in front of me,” Gabriella said.
"Everything was a mistake," Alejandro said. "I was manipulated. we were all manipulated. Someone wanted Amelia gone. Someone wanted me angry. And I fell for it like a fool."Gabriella wanted to scream. She wanted to throw the hot pasta at his face. She wanted to tell him that she was the one who manipulated everything. That she paid for the witnesses. That she forged the signature. She could have told him the truth.She could have told him that she was the reason Amelia was sitting in prison.She could have told him everything.But she didn’t.Instead, she walked over to him and gently straightened his collar.“Go,” she said softly.Alejandro looked at her.“Go see your wife. Go see your baby.”A faint smile appeared on her face. “I’ll be here when you get back.”For a moment, he looked grateful.Then he nodded. “Thank you Gabi.”Gabriella stepped back and watched him pick up his phone.He searched through his contacts until he found the name he wanted.A second later, he pressed
Amelia swallowed hard and looked down at her hands.“A few days ago, the governor called me into her office,” she said quietly.Ariana frowned. “Why?”“She told me I needed to find a new lawyer.”Ariana blinked. “A new lawyer? Why?”“That’s exactly what I asked.” Amelia let out a shaky breath. “I was shocked. She wouldn’t tell me much. She just said Rebecca was dead.”“What?” Ariana gasped.“I couldn’t believe it. Rebecca never missed my calls. She never stopped fighting for me.” Amelia’s voice trembled. “The governor refused to give me any details, so I paid one of the guards to find out what really happened.”Ariana leaned forward. “And?”The color drained from Amelia’s face.“The guard told me they found Rebecca Stein’s body outside Damien and Sophia Langston’s estate.”Ariana froze.Amelia nodded slowly. “It was all over the news. They said her body was delivered to their front gate inside a box.”“Oh my God…” Ariana whispered.“I think Gabriella had something to do with it,” Ame
WENTWORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTER — VISITATION ROOM — AFTERNOON"You were trying for years," Ariana said slowly, her voice soft and careful. "Alejandro was—" She paused, choosing her words carefully. "I thought he couldn't have children. I thought the doctors said it was completely impossible."Amelia let out a shaky breath and sat back in her chair. She looked down at her belly and placed both hands on it protectively. "After a year of trying, Alejandro finally went to see a specialist. A fertility doctor. They ran all kinds of tests on him, and then they gave him some kind of treatment. He told me it might take months, maybe even years, before we saw any results. He told me not to get my hopes up too high."Ariana leaned closer to the glass, her eyes wide with curiosity. "And? What happened next?""And I didn't get my hopes up," Amelia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I completely gave up on the idea of having another baby. I accepted that Leo would be our only child, an
Vivian’s face softened with something like pity. “You do what you’re best at. You survive. You play along. You don’t let him know you know. We need information. We need to find out who that woman is, what their endgame is. If he thinks you’re still his… that you’re still in his bed and in his pock
PLAZA HOTEL ~ NEW YORK The plane touched down at JFK, and Gabriella grabbed her carry-on, slipping into a black trench coat to blend in. No checked bags; she traveled light for this. A quick cab to the Plaza Hotel old money, discreet, perfect for what she had in mind. She checked in under a fake
ALEJANDRO PENTHOUSE~ SPAINHis words were meant to wound, and they did. They found the chink in her armor, the secret fear she voiced only to Ariana. That in building her fortress, she had trapped herself.She looked away, out the window at the party lights twinkling below. “I feel plenty,” she sa
ALEXANDER BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE Back home, the apartment was quiet except for the soft clink of Vivian’s wine glass against the marble counter. Golden light from the pendant lamps spilled over the kitchen island, catching the stack of crisp black-and-gold invitation envelopes she’d been sorting. S







