MasukAMELIA STONE OFFICE ~ STONE INDUSTRIES The door to Amelia’s office opened without a sound. Nicholas Hale stepped in, closing it behind him with a soft click. The room seemed to shift, charged with something unspoken.Amelia stayed in her chair, leaning back with calm, controlled ease. Her usual CEO armor was stripped away, leaving only sharp focus.Two glasses of amber whiskey sat on the desk. She held one; the other waited.“Amelia,” he said, his voice low, familiar.“Nicholas,” she replied, a faint smile flickering. “Right on time.”He crossed the room, eyes scanning the office: the modern art on the walls, the city skyline beyond the windows, the Wall Street Journal on her desk, headline facing up like a trophy. He smirked as he sat opposite her and lifted the glass.“Scorched earth,” he said, sipping slowly. “I always admired that. You don’t play small. You don’t build fences. You burn the whole field.”“Only when someone tries to poison my land,” she said evenly, watching him ov
THE LANGSTON HOTEL ~ NEW YORK A quiet, final click came from the door.Not a knock.The sound of a keycard being used.Vivian’s heart slammed hard against her chest, wild and fast. Someone was trying to get in.For one frozen second, she couldn’t move. The room felt too small. One door. No escape.Harrison was already on his feet, yanking on his trousers, moving fast and sharp. His shirt still hung over the back of the chair, forgotten.Vivian sucked in a slow breath.Panic would destroy her.Thinking would save her.She looked at Harrison. “Bathroom. Now. Lock it and don’t come out unless I say so.”Harrison hesitated. “Viv—”“Please,” she said quietly.He nodded and disappeared into the bathroom.Vivian picked up her phone again. Her hands were steady this time.Before she could move, her phone buzzed again. Not a call this time. A video call request. Alexander’s name flashed on the screen.Her thumb hovered over the red decline button. It trembled.Don’t answer, her mind screamed.
Sofia smirked. “Exactly why you have to call. You don’t mention the ships. You act concerned, loyal, sympathetic. You say you heard about the ‘family distress’ and your heart aches for her. You make her see you as the loyal, concerned daughter of a true Spanish family. Win the mother, you’re halfway to the son.”Gabriella narrowed her eyes, smirking. “And the son?”Sofia’s tone turned sly, almost dangerous. “The son comes next. But only if you play it cool. Calm. Elegant. Supportive. Not demanding. Not pouting. You’re New Gabriella now. She needs to see you as part of the family, not a threat or a disappointment.”Gabriella let out a quiet laugh. “So I have to pretend to be the perfect daughter-in-law… while he’s out there thinking he’s in control?”“Exactly,” Sofia said, almost gleeful. “Let him think he’s running the show. Let him feel powerful. Meanwhile, you’re the one pulling the strings.”Gabriella leaned back, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. “I like this version of
FAVINO MANSION – ALEJANDRO’S STUDYThe door opened without a knock.Marisa Favino stood in the doorway, calm and perfectly put together, her figure outlined by the brighter hallway behind her. She stepped inside and closed the door softly. Her eyes moved over the mess, then settled on her son.There was no worry in her expression. Only judgment.“So,” she said coolly, breaking the silence. “The American woman has finally shown you who she really is.”Alejandro didn’t look up.“She defied me,” he said through clenched teeth. “In public. In front of you, Arturo, Aunt Lucia and my sisters, Elena and Serena. She made a fool of me and walked out.”Marisa moved deeper into the room, her heels silent on the thick rug. She stopped in front of his desk and looked down at him.“And now you sit here,” she said coolly, “drinking and sulking. How predictable.”His head snapped up, eyes burning. “This isn’t about my ego—”“It’s all about your ego,” she cut in. Her voice was sharp and unyielding. “Y
“I asked you a question, Vivian,” Alexander said sharply. “And you’re taking way too long to answer. Are you cheating on me?”Vivian’s voice stayed steady, but her eyes kept flicking to Harrison on the bed behind her.“No, Alex. I’m not cheating. I just went out for a walk to clear my head.”“A walk?” Alexander’s voice was sharp. “Really? Funny because your GPS says, for the third time, that you’re at the Langston Hotel.”Vivian’s eyes flicked to the bed.Harrison was still there shirt tossed over a chair, sheets messy, the room smelling like regret.“Don’t lie to me,” he continued. “I’m standing right in front of the hotel right now. Which room are you in? Let’s talk face to face like adults. I’m tired of you making decisions without me.”She swallowed.“You may be the CEO,” Alexander said coldly, “but you’re not the founder of this company. Any major decision like appointing an EVP has to come through me so I can vet the person properly. But no. You just had to announce it in a dam
PRIVATE JET ~ IN FLIGHTAriana buckled herself into the seat across from her, watching silently. She reached into a cooler and pulled out two cans of sparkling water, sliding one across the table.“So,” Ariana said, grinning. “We’re officially fugitives from Spanish high society. Pretty cool, right? Do we get nicknames? Should I start practicing lock picking?”Amelia took the can but didn’t open it, letting the cold metal seep into her hands.Ariana leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “I mean, we ditched that fancy dinner like action heroes. What’s the plan when we land, boss lady? Storm Stone Enterprises with a subpoena in one hand and a latte in the other?”Amelia gave a small, tired smile. She turned from the window to face her. “It’s simple at first. We find out who forged my company’s signature on that shell corporation. Someone’s trying to make Stone Enterprises look dirty. We dig until we find the truth.”Ariana raised an eyebrow, pretending to be serious. "Ooh, detective mode acti







