LOGINALEJANDRO MASTER SUITE~ SPAIN“I just exposed rot in your family’s business,” she said. “I handed you the truth on a silver plate. And your mother’s response was to pat my head and say ‘adequately’ before sending the criminal off to a beach house.”Her voice dropped, colder now.“I’m not a pet. I’m not a decoration. And I will not be managed.”Silence dropped into the room like a weight.Alejandro broke it first.“She handled it,” he snapped. “The Favino way. Quietly. Internally. No scandal. No mess that destroys all of us.” He threw his hand out in frustration. “And you walking out like that, in front of everyone made me look weak. You made this family look divided in front of the one person who still holds real power here.”Amelia let out a short, bitter laugh.“Your family is already divided,” she shot back, stepping closer to him. Her eyes burned. “It’s built on secrets. On stolen money. On deals no one is brave enough to say out loud. I just exposed one of them.”She shook her h
"Everything," she moaned, arching into him, her hands tangling in his hair. "Touch me... everywhere."He didn't hesitate. Dropping to his knees, he hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs, his breath hot against her thighs. He kissed his way up, parting her with gentle fingers before his tongue flicked out, tasting her, making her knees buckle."God, yes... just like that," she cried out, gripping his shoulders for support. "Don't stop, please."Harrison looked up at her, his gaze intense. "You're mine tonight," he said, his voice rough with desire, before diving back in, licking and sucking with a rhythm that built the heat inside her fast. She writhed against the door, her moans filling the room as waves of pleasure crashed over her.When she was trembling on the edge, he stood, shedding his own clothes quickly shirt tossed aside, pants kicked off. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her back against the door. With
INT. LANGSTON HOTEL – ELEVATOR – NIGHTThe elevator doors slide shut with a soft, final thud.Mirrors everywhere.Vivian sees herself from every angle lip slightly bitten, pulse visible at her throat. She also sees him. Harrison. Too close. Always too close.He reaches past her and presses the button for the penthouse.The elevator begins to rise. Silence stretches. Thick. Loud.Vivian lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “This was a bad idea,” she says,Harrison doesn’t look at her reflection. He looks at her “You say that like you don’t make bad ideas look intentional.”She scoffs. “That’s your talent for flattery talking.”“Vivian,” he says quietly, “you didn’t call me because you wanted a lecture.”Her jaw tightens. “I called you because I needed someone who wouldn’t tell me what to do.”A beat.“Then don’t ask me to pretend this is nothing,” he replies.The elevator hums as it climbs.She shifts her weight, heels clicking softly. “You’re enjoying this.”His mouth cu
THE FAVINO GRAND MANSION ~ SPAIN The echo of Amelia’s final words—“You do not fucking own me”—hung in the dining room like gun smoke. For a full ten seconds, no one moved, no one breathed.Ariana was the first to move.“Amelia—” she said sharply, already on her feet.Her chair scraped against the marble floor as she rushed after her, heels clicking too fast, too loud. The double doors swung open, then shut behind her with a firm thud.Silence returned. No one spoke. No one even reached for their glass.Then Marisa Favino smiled. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t amused. It was thin and sharp in a wicked toneShe slowly set her wine glass down, the soft clink sounding far too loud in the still room.“Well,” Marisa said coolly, folding her hands in front of her, “that was… embarrassing.”Elena’s shoulders stiffened. Serena’s fork paused halfway to her mouth.Marisa tilted her head, eyes gleaming with disdain.“I warned you,” she continued, her voice smooth and merciless. “A woman who forgets w
ALEXANDER BLACKWOOD MANSION - MASTER SUITEThe door slammed so hard a crystal vase on the console table shivered.“You seriously just walked out on me? Alexander! Alexander, get back here!”Vivian’s shout echoed through the wide bedroom.Only silence answered.He was gone.She stood there for a long moment, fists clenched, breathing hard. The heat of their argument still clung to her skin, buzzing in her veins. Anger twisted in her chest hot, sharp then slowly cooled into something colder and far more dangerous.A reckless spark lit in her eyes.“Fine,” she muttered to the empty room. “If you want to be petty. If you want to turn this into a power game… then I’ll play.”She crossed the room in quick strides and grabbed her phone from the velvet duvet. Her fingers moved fast, sure, like she already knew what she was going to do.She scrolled once. Stopped.A single letter stared back at her.H.Vivian’s lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile.“Well,” she said softly to herself, thu
Arturo shifted in his seat.“It’s the victim of a long-term theft operation,” Amelia continued. “About two percent of gross revenue has been diverted every quarter for the past eighteen months.”Arturo’s glass shook.Marisa didn’t blink. “Diverted how?”“Through fake operational fees,” Amelia replied. “Fees that don’t exist in the ports they’re assigned to. The money was routed through a shell company registered in Gibraltar.”Silence dropped like a blade.Marisa folded her hands. “And who authorized these fees?”Amelia didn’t look at Arturo.She looked directly at Marisa. “The digital approvals came from credentials assigned to the regional operations liaison.”The silence that followed was suffocating. All eyes locked on Arturo.He exploded from his chair, the legs screeching against the floor. “¡Mentira! A lie! This is… this is sabotage! You!” He pointed a shaking finger at Amelia, spittle forming at the corner of his mouth. “You foreign witch with your computer tricks! You come







