เข้าสู่ระบบThe penthouse was quiet now, but the air still felt thick and heavy, like a storm cloud that refused to leave. Damien sat on the edge of the guest bed, his hands shaking badly. His neck burned where Sophia’s fingers had dug in. Every breath hurt. He touched the sore skin and winced.He pulled out his phone. The screen lit up his tired face. Without thinking twice, he dialed his lawyer.“It’s me,” Damien said, voice low and rough. “I want to file for divorce. Tonight.”A long pause on the other end. “Damien… are you sure? This is Sophia Langston we’re talking about.”“I’ve never been more sure in my life. I’m done. She almost killed me tonight. I’m not waiting for next time.”“She’ll come after you with everything she has. Money, lawyers, the whole city.”“Let her.” Damien stared at the closed door. “I’m done being her punching bag. Done living in fear.”He hung up and dropped the phone on the bed. His chest felt tight, like someone was still squeezing it.Then came the soft knocki
The penthouse was pitch black, except for the glow of dozens of candles flickering on the floor.Damien stepped out of the private elevator just after 11:47 PM. His expensive shoes clicked on the cold marble. His shoulders ached. His head throbbed. Another endless day of meetings, lies, and pretending everything was fine. He yanked his tie loose with a tired sigh and dropped his briefcase.Then he saw her.Sophia sat cross-legged right in the middle of the huge living room, like a little girl waiting for a bedtime story. But her eyes… those eyes weren’t innocent. They were empty, dark holes that swallowed the candlelight.A half-empty glass of red wine rested in her hand. Red wax from the candles had dripped everywhere, staining the white marble like fresh blood.She didn’t move. Just stared straight at the wall.Damien’s heart slammed against his ribs. He knew this version of Sophia. This was the calm right before she exploded.“Sophia?” he said softly, careful not to startle h
Catalina’s eyes widened for a second in pure shock.Then the shock disappeared. Rage replaced it instantly.“Take your hand off me right now,” she snapped.Amelia’s grip tightened around Catalina’s arm.“Not until you tell me everything,” Amelia shot back furiously. “You don’t get to walk in here, destroy my peace, throw accusations at my sisters, and then leave like nothing happened.”Catalina tried pulling away, but Amelia held firm.“What do you know about Valentina and Katherina?” Amelia demanded. “Talk.”Catalina laughed bitterly. “You’re scared now, aren’t you?”“Answer me!”The shout echoed through the office.Papers still floated across the floor from the mess they had made moments earlier. Coffee dripped slowly off the desk. The broken lamp lay shattered beside them like the remains of a small explosion.Catalina finally jerked her arm free.“I don’t know every detail,” she spat angrily, rubbing her wrist. “But I know enough.”Amelia’s eyes burned into her.Catalina stepped
STONE INDUSTRIES – THE NEXT MORNINGAmelia pushed open the heavy glass doors to her office with her coffee cup in one hand and her tablet tucked under her arm.For the first time in weeks, she actually felt lighter.Yesterday had been a victory.Don Eduardo had backed down.Reyes Shipping had publicly restored business ties.The board had finally stopped breathing down her neck for one damn night.As sunlight poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the entire office glowed gold. The city below looked alive and powerful, like New York itself was finally bowing to her again.Amelia took a slow sip of coffee and smiled to herself.Maybe today would finally be normal.Maybe today she could breathe for five minutes without someone trying to destroy her life.Then she looked up.And froze.Catalina was sitting in her chair.Not just sitting. Relaxing, Her Legs crossed elegantly.One arm resting on the armrest.Perfect red lipstick. Perfect black dress. Perfect smile.Like she
“It’s a nuclear bomb,” Rebecca said from across the room, her voice calm but serious. “If even half of this gets leaked, Don Eduardo is finished. Not just his business—his entire life. Prison. Scandal. His family name destroyed forever.”Amelia slowly lifted her eyes from the papers.“Then we don’t leak it,” she said quietly.Rebecca blinked in surprise. “What?”“We hold it.”Rebecca frowned. “Amelia, this could end the war today.”Amelia stood up suddenly and started pacing across the office like a restless tiger.“No,” she said sharply. “Destroying him is easy. Controlling him is smarter.”Rebecca watched her carefully.Amelia stopped walking and turned around.“Call Don Eduardo,” she ordered. “Tell him I want a meeting. Face-to-face. At his mansion in Spain.”Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Today?”“Today,” Amelia snapped. “And tell him if he refuses, the first file goes public in one hour.”Rebecca immediately grabbed her phone and dialed.The line connected.“Mr. Reyes,” Rebecca sa
Alexander lifted his hand. “No more questions. The decision has been made. Thank you.”But Catalina wasn’t finished.She grabbed the microphone again before anyone could stop her. Her eyes filled with tears so perfectly timed they looked real enough for the cameras.“You think Amelia can destroy me?” she shouted. “She has no idea who she’s dealing with. I will bury her. I will take everything she loves and crush it.” Her lips curled into a cold smile. “Tell her that. and I’m making sure the whole world is aware.”The reporters exploded with questions.Flashlights flickered nonstop.Don Eduardo stepped beside his daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder. It looked protective, almost fatherly but everyone in the room could feel the threat behind it.The cameras loved every second of it.Meanwhile, Alexander stood quietly beside them, looking weaker and smaller by the minute.As the crowd slowly left the hall, Catalina leaned close to her husband and whispered with a smile, “Smile
BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES ~ NEW YORK Katherina slipped Nicholas Hale’s card into her folder and closed it.Control. That was the word. And that was what she needed to hold on to.She straightened her blazer, smoothed her face, and returned to her desk as if nothing had happened. As if the air in the ro
BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES ~ NEW YORK The elevator doors slid open with a soft metallic sound.The hallway went quiet.Employees stopped talking. Phones lowered. Heads turned.The man who stepped out didn’t rush or hesitate. He moved with calm confidence dangerous, controlled.Tall. Broad-shouldered. Sh
Marisa jabbed a finger at Amelia. “Yes. You.”The room went quiet.Alejandro tensed. “Mother, don’t.”“No,” Marisa said, her voice cold. “You don’t get to shield her. Let me speak.”She stepped closer to Amelia. “You show up here… and suddenly the Guerras strike. You have ties to the Blackwoods. To
Esteban walked back to his desk and opened a drawer full of organized folders.“With the basics,” he said. “Who she talks to. Who she avoids. What she buys. Where she goes. The people she protects.”Gabriella crossed her arms. “And her son? Leo?”Esteban looked at her sharply. “Do not touch the boy







