Mag-log inHis eyes lifted to hers sharp and full of hate.“The same woman who lied about having cancer just to trap me?”Katherina flinched. “That was years ago—”“And you’re still the same,” he cut in coldly. “Still lying. Still manipulating. Still ruining people’s lives.”Her face tightened. “I’m not here to fight.”“Oh, but you always are,” he said. “That’s all you know how to do.”Katherina leaned closer, her voice dropping. “I can get you out of here.”That made him pause.Just for a second.“I have money now,” she continued quickly. “Connections. People who owe me favors. I can fix this. I can get your case reopened. Reduced. Maybe even dismissed.”Damien stared at her. Suspicious and Unimpressed.“And why would you do that?” he asked.“Because we can help each other,” she said. “We can take everything from Amelia. Together.”Silence.Then—Damien burst out laughing again.Louder this time.Mocking.“You?” he said, shaking his head. “Take anything from Amelia?”His voice turned sharp. “Yo
Amelia looked up from her coffee, her eyes narrowing slightly.“Maria? What is it?” she asked. “You look… nervous.”Maria didn’t answer immediately. She closed the door behind her first.That alone made Amelia sit up straighter.“I’m fine,” Maria said, but her voice didn’t match. She walked closer, lowering her tone. “I just… didn’t know if I should say anything.”Amelia slowly set her cup down. “Say what?”Maria hesitated just long enough to make it feel real.“It’s about Mr. Alejandro.”Amelia’s expression hardened instantly. “What about him?”Maria leaned in slightly, like she didn’t want anyone else to hear.“I saw him last night,” she said. “Very late. In the hallway.”Amelia’s eyes locked on hers. “Go on.”“He was on the phone,” Maria continued. “But… it wasn’t a normal call.”“What do you mean?”“He kept looking around,” Maria said quietly. “Like he didn’t want to be seen. And when he noticed movement, he turned his back.”A pause.Amelia’s fingers curled slightly on the table.
Before Maria could react, the woman's hand shot out. The slap cracked across Maria's cheek like a whip.Maria stumbled back, her hand flying to her face. The sting was sharp, immediate. Tears spilled down her cheeks."I said no," Maria said, her voice shaking but firm. "You can hit me. You can threaten me. But I will not betray that woman. She took me in when I had nothing. She paid for my apartment. She helped me send Mateo to a good school. She is family."The woman stared at her, surprised."You're willing to let your son die for her?"Maria's chin lifted. Tears still streaming, but her voice was steady."I'm going to find another way. I don't know how. But I will. And you—" She pointed a shaking finger at the woman. "You stay away from me. Stay away from my son. Or I swear to God, I will go to Mrs. Favino and tell her everything."The woman's face twisted with rage. For a moment, Maria thought she might hit her again.Then the woman smiled. It was cold. Terrifying."You're makin
"I didn't have to turn her against anyone." Amelia's voice was cold. "She saw what you did. She made her own choice."Katherina's hands balled into fists. The rage was coming back."You want to talk about choices?" Katherina spat. "You chose to destroy me. You chose to take everything I had. My company. My lover. My peace of mind. And now my baby is dead, and I have nothing."She grabbed a heavy crystal paperweight from the desk and raised it over her head."I have nothing!" she screamed.Valentina stepped forward, her voice sharp. "Katherina, put that down. Now.""Stay out of this, Valentina!""I will not." Valentina moved between her and Amelia. "You want to hit someone? Hit me. But you will not touch my sister."Katherina's arm trembled. Her eyes darted between them Amelia, cold and steady, and Valentina, fierce and protective."You always protect her," Katherina whispered. "Even when I was little, you always chose her.""Because she never gave me a reason not to." Valentina's voic
Amelia told her. About Gabriella. About the drugging. About the fake DNA test. About the affair that wasn't an affair. About the surgery. About the slow, painful unraveling of a marriage that had started as a contract and become something real.Valentina listened without interrupting, her eyes soft with sympathy."And now?" Valentina asked. "Do you love him?"Amelia was quiet for a long moment. "I don't know. I think I do. But I'm not sure if it's enough.""Love is always enough." Valentina set down her wine. "The question is whether he loves you back.""He says he does.""And do you believe him?"Amelia thought about Alejandro's face when he'd held her in the recovery room. The tears in his eyes. The whispered promises."Yes," she said finally. "I believe him.""Then fight for him." Valentina leaned forward. "Don't let pride or fear or Gabriella Guerra destroy what you have. Fight for your marriage, Amelia. Fight for your family."Amelia smiled, tears in her eyes. "When did you get
Amelia let out a soft, humorless laugh. “You think they’ll let me?”“Yes,” Rebecca said quickly. “If you back down now. If you stay quiet. If you stop pushing—”“Stop fighting?” Amelia cut in.“Yes!”Amelia’s eyes hardened. “No.”The word landed heavy. Rebecca exhaled sharply. “Amelia—”“No,” she repeated. “I’ve done that before. I’ve stayed quiet. I’ve walked away. And every single time, it cost me something.”Her voice dropped. “My company. My name. My peace.”She stepped closer. “I’m done losing.”Rebecca softened slightly. “And what if this costs you everything?”Amelia didn’t even blink. “Then at least it’ll be on my terms.”Another silence.Long. Tense.Rebecca studied her, really studied her. “You’re serious,” she said quietly.“I’ve never been more serious.”Rebecca let out a slow breath, then pulled out a chair and sat down.“God help me,” she muttered, opening her bag. “Fine.”Amelia didn’t move. “Fine?”“I’ll draw up your contracts,” Rebecca said. “Hostile takeover clauses.
ICU ~ New York “Understood,” he whispered, eyes closing briefThe next morning, the ICU was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of monitors. Alexander stirred, blinking against the fluorescent lights. Vivian was already there, perched on the chair beside his bed, cup of tea in hand.“Morning, s
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
The ambulance doors swung open, and Alexander was rushed inside on a stretcher. Vivian ran beside him, her face pale, tears streaking her cheeks. The ER was chaos flashing lights, beeping monitors, nurses and doctors moving fast.“Sixty-eight-year-old male, severe chest pain, possible heart attack







