Se connecterYou heard me." She turned around. "I'm moving in. Here. With you. Tomorrow.""You're insane.""I'm practical." She walked back to him. "You need someone to help with Leo. You need someone to cook and clean. You need someone to keep you company at night so you don't lose your mind.""I have Clara for that," Alejandro said."No, you don't. Clara works for me now. Since I'm the new woman in charge."Alejandro's face went cold. "What did you say?"Gabriella sat down again, her smile fading. "You heard me."She stood up and walked to the big window, looking out at the city lights. "I'm moving in."Alejandro stood up fast. "Get out of my house."Gabriella didn't move. "I'm not leaving like I said you need help. Leo needs a steady home. And I want to be here for you."Alejandro's voice got loud. "After everything you've done? You set me up. You drugged me. You slept with me and tried to say a baby was yours when it wasn't. You almost broke my marriage. And now you want to play house?"Gabrie
A loud scream echoed outside the office. Then shouting. Then another crash.The doctor sighed. "This place is never calm."Suddenly the door burst open. A guard appeared. "Another fight in the waiting room."The doctor stood up. "What happened?""Razor jumped another inmate."Amelia's stomach twisted again.The guard looked at her. "You staying here or going back to your block?"Amelia wiped her tears fast. "Back."The guard cuffed her wrists again.As they walked through the waiting room, Amelia saw blood on the floor. One inmate held a towel to her nose while guards yelled. Razor sat against the wall laughing as another guard held her down.The moment Razor saw Amelia, she grinned. "Well?"Amelia said nothing.Razor's eyes dropped toward Amelia's stomach. Then her face lit up. "Ohhhhh. The princess really is pregnant."Several inmates turned their heads."What? No way. Pregnant?"Razor laughed loud. "A rich little prison baby!"The room exploded with mean laughter.Amelia's face bur
WENTWORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTRE – MEDICAL BLOCK – 9:10 AMThe prison hallway smelled like bleach, sweat, and old cigarettes.Amelia walked between two guards with her hands cuffed in front of her. Her stomach felt sick again. Every step made her dizzy.Women in nearby cells shouted at her as she passed."Hey, rich girl!""Heard you throwing up every five minutes!""Maybe prison food too fancy for the billionaire!"Laughter echoed down the hallway.Amelia kept her head down.One guard unlocked the medical block doors."Move."The doors buzzed open loudly.Inside, the prison clinic looked cold and depressing. White walls. Old chairs. Flickering lights.Several inmates sat waiting already.The moment Amelia walked in, heads turned immediately.A skinny woman with missing teeth smirked."Well damn. Look who's here."Another inmate laughed."The poison princess."Amelia quietly sat in the corner.Big Mama had wanted to come with her, but guards refused."No babysitters in medical," they said
GABRIELLA'S PENTHOUSE – LIVING ROOM – 10:15 PMGabriella stood by the large floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the sparkling New York skyline. She wore a deep red silk dress that hugged her body. A glass of expensive red wine rested in her hand. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile.Clara stood nervously a few feet away, still in her maid uniform, twisting her hands together."You did very well today," Gabriella said without turning around. "The way you cried on the stand… it was perfect. The judge believed every word."She turned and handed Clara a thick white envelope.Clara took it with shaking hands and opened it. Her eyes widened at the stack of hundred-dollar bills inside."This is… more than we agreed," Clara whispered.Gabriella smiled. "Consider it a bonus. You earned it. Thanks to you, Amelia is rotting in prison. And she's going to stay there for a very long time."Clara looked down at the money, then back at Gabriella. Her voice was shaky. "What happens now? If Am
VALENTINA’S APARTMENT – UPPER EAST SIDE – 7:45 PMValentina sat curled up on the couch in the dark living room. The only light came from a small lamp in the corner. She still wore the black sweater from court. Her eyes were swollen and red. She hadn’t eaten all day. The pain from losing her baby sat heavy in her chest like a stone.The doorbell rang.She didn’t want to answer it. But after the third ring, she stood up slowly and walked to the door. When she opened it, Katherina stood there holding white flowers and a box of Valentina’s favorite chocolates.Katherina gave a gentle smile. “I brought these for you. I know you’re still hurting badly.”Valentina stared at her for a long moment. Her face stayed cold. She stepped aside without speaking and let Katherina walk in.Katherina placed the flowers and chocolates on the coffee table. “How are you feeling today? You looked so pale and weak in court. I’ve been worried about you.”Valentina closed the door and locked it. She turne
WENTWORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTRE – CELL BLOCK C – 6:15 AMThe prison lights snapped on without warning, bright and cruel.“MOVE YOUR ASSES! BREAKFAST IN TWENTY!”A metal baton slammed hard against the bars, making the whole cell shake.Amelia jerked awake in panic, her heart pounding. She sat up fast on the thin, lumpy mattress. Her back hurt. Her neck felt stiff. She had barely slept because two women in the next cell spent half the night screaming and fighting.The orange prison jumpsuit felt rough and itchy against her skin. The smell in the air was awful sweat, bleach, dirty water, and old food.Across from her, Mouse was already awake, sitting on her bunk and shaking nervously like she always did.“I hate mornings here,” Mouse muttered, hugging her knees. “Somebody got stabbed over oatmeal last week. Just for taking an extra packet of sugar.”Big Mama climbed down slowly from the top bunk and cracked her neck loudly. She was a tall, muscular woman with tattoos covering her arms
EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT OFFICE~ NEW YORK Katherine was hunched over her desk, scanning another brutal draft term sheet, when her phone buzzed. Nicholas Hale’s name flashed on the screen. Her stomach gave an odd little flip. She answered.“Hale,” she said, trying for neutral.“Rodriguez. I’ve got
FAVINO GRAND MANSION In Seville, Spain, Alejandro stood on the terrace outside his study at the family hacienda. The sun was setting, turning the olive trees gold. He barely noticed.He was staring at his phone.Not at messages. Not at photos.A legal document filled the screen.Preliminary separ
Alexander straightened slowly. Whatever shock had crossed his face vanished, replaced by surprise. “No,” he said.The word hit the room like a gunshot.Amelia stared at him. “No?”“I won’t call off the engagement,” Alexander said, voice even, controlled. “And I won’t destroy Vivian.”Ariana let ou
Marisa was silent for a long moment, watching the younger woman. There was no anger on her face. If anything, there was a flicker of respect.“You have your father’s nerve,” Marisa finally said. “And his cold blood. I’ll give you that.” She took another sip. “But attacking my business to get my son







