เข้าสู่ระบบ“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
DON EDUARDO’S MANSION – SEVILLE, SPAIN – MORNINGDon Eduardo’s phone buzzed on the table.Catalina’s face lit up the screen perfect smile, dark hair, and eyes that always looked like they were planning something.He picked up immediately.“Mi hija,” he said warmly. “What’s going on? You only call this early when something is wrong.”“Father…” Catalina’s voice trembled like she was crying. “I need your help. Please.”Don Eduardo’s expression changed at once. His voice turned sharp.“What happened? Tell me.”“It’s Amelia Stone,” she said, sniffing loudly. “She’s trying to destroy me. She’s spreading lies about me everywhere saying I’m a liar, a cheat. She’s stealing our contracts too. Every day I lose another deal because of her.”He slowly set his glass of whiskey down.“Are you sure about this?” he asked coldly. “This isn’t just a misunderstanding?”“I have proof,” Catalina replied quickly. “She’s meeting our clients behind my back. Offering them cheaper deals. Turning them against
DOWNTOWN MEDICAL CENTER – TWO HOURS LATERThe hospital waiting room smelled like hand sanitizer and pure panic.White walls. Bright lights buzzing overhead. Hard plastic chairs that made your back ache after five minutes.Valentina sat squeezed in the corner, hands twisting in her lap like she was trying to wring out her own nerves. Her knees bounced up and down so fast they looked like they had their own heartbeat.Amelia sat on her left, calm but tight-lipped. Katherina sat on her right, arms folded so hard her knuckles went white.Ariana had stayed home with the boys, promising to guard the pastries like they were gold.“I can’t do this,” Valentina whispered, voice cracking.“You can,” Amelia said, bumping her shoulder gently. “You’re tougher than you think.”“I really can’t.”“You’re already doing it,” Katherina said, grabbing her sister’s hand and squeezing. “You showed up. That’s the scary part over.”A nurse popped her head in. “Valentina Rodriguez?”Valentina’s stomach flipp
The Favino penthouse felt heavy that evening, like the air itself was holding its breath. Amelia sat curled on the big cream couch, clutching the note in her trembling hands. She had read it so many times the words were burned into her mind: I just wanted to see my son.Alejandro stood by the tall windows, arms folded tight across his chest. The city lights sparkled far below, but his eyes were fixed on nothing. His jaw looked like it was carved from stone.“He was at Leo’s school,” Amelia said quietly, her voice cracking. “Just standing there, watching him. Like a shadow. Like some creepy stalker.”Alejandro’s hands curled into fists. “I’ll kill him,” he growled.“No.” Amelia looked up fast, her eyes fierce even through the tears. “You won’t. That’s exactly what Damien wants a big fight, some violence he can use in court. He’ll paint me as unstable and you as dangerous. We can’t give him that.”“I don’t care what he wants,” Alejandro snapped.“Well, I do!” Amelia stood up, her v
LEO'S SCHOOL – AFTERNOONThe school looked warm and bright, like something out of a happy movie. Red brick walls, white columns, and a playground full of screaming, laughing kids chasing each other on squeaky swings and shiny slides.Damien Blackwood stood across the street, half-hidden behind a thick old oak tree. His best friend, Marcus, leaned against the same tree beside him, arms crossed, looking uneasy.Damien’s eyes were locked on one little boy racing across the grass.“Look at him, man,” Damien whispered, voice cracking. “That’s Leo. My Leo. Running like he owns the whole damn world.”Marcus glanced over, then back at his friend. “He’s fast, bro. Got your legs, that’s for sure. But that smile… that’s all Amelia, huh?”Damien nodded slowly, eyes shining with tears he refused to let fall. “He’s got her face. But those eyes? Those are mine. I see it every time he laughs.” His voice dropped, thick with pain. “I missed everything, Marcus. First steps. First words. When he lear
“Touch me. Fuck me. Anything.”He pumped his fingers slowly, thumb brushing her clit on every stroke. “I’m going to do all of it.”His mouth found her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks as his fingers worked her steadily. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging through his coat. Wet sounds
The door to the study closed behind them, shutting out the noise from the courtyard. The music faded into a dull thump in the distance. Alejandro was still holding her hand. It was warm. Real. On the floor beside them, the separation papers lay scattered, cold and forgotten.Amelia slowly pulled h
ALEJANDRO PENTHOUSE ~ SPAIN The morning sun flooded Alejandro’s bedroom in Seville, turning everything golden. Amelia stirred awake in the huge bed, alone. For a second she forgot where she was the dark carved headboard, the heavy velvet curtains, the faint smell of cedar and cigar smoke. Then i
Vivian Ashcroft sat in her new office a smaller, darker space than the one she’d had at Blackwood Industries. The Ariadne Group had taken the top floors. This was the leftovers. But she wasn't defeated. She was just switching tactics. From defending a fortress to leading a guerrilla war.She had t







