LOGINMiguel's Safe House - Basement - NightThe basement was quiet. A single light bulb buzzed overhead.Miguel sat at a long metal table, hands folded, face unreadable. Lucas stood by the door with his arms crossed. Enzo leaned against the wall, watching security footage on his laptop. Marco paced back and forth, unable to stand still.Miguel looked around slowly."So?" he said calmly. "Tell me what happened at the Langston mansion."Lucas stepped forward, grinning. "Boss, it was perfect."Miguel raised an eyebrow.Lucas laughed."Sophia was live-streaming the whole thing. She opened the first gift box and couldn't stop smiling it was filled with Designer bags. Jewelry. Expensive stuff exactly the way we planned it. She showed everything off to her followers like she'd won the lottery."A few men chuckled.Lucas continued. "Then she opened the third box." He burst out laughing. "Boss... I've never heard anyone scream that loud."Marco smirked. "What did she do?"Lucas acted it out. "
ALEJANDRO'S PENTHOUSE — LIVING ROOM — EVENINGAlejandro burst through the front door of his penthouse like a hurricane. His suit was wrinkled, his tie was hanging loose, and his eyes were still red and swollen from crying. But underneath all that pain, there was something else now—anger. Pure, burning fury.Gabriella was lounging on the sofa in a flowing silk gown, a glass of wine in her hand and a smug smile on her face. The moment she saw him, her expression shifted to one of concern, but Alejandro wasn't fooled. Not anymore."Alejandro!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet. "My love, what happened? You look terrible. What did she say to you?"Alejandro ignored her completely. He walked straight past her and stood in the middle of the living room, his chest heaving with anger."Don't," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't you dare pretend to care about me right now, Gabriella. Don't you dare act like you're worried about me."Gabriella's eyes widened with feigned innocence
Sophia couldn't look away from the body.Rebecca's eyes were wide open. Staring right at her.She knows, Sophia thought. She's blaming me from beyond the grave.Her chest tightened. She couldn't breathe.Rebecca had been useful—a loyal soldier who did all the nasty things Sophia couldn't be caught doing. But now Rebecca was dead. And all those buried secrets? They were about to dig their way back up.Sophia hugged herself. The night air felt like ice.For the first time in years, she wasn't scared of getting caught. She was scared of something worse.Who did this?Names exploded in her head like fireworks."Alejandro?" she whispered to herself. "Did he find out what I did to Amelia?"She shook her head."Or someone else? Someone who's been watching me? Waiting?"Her legs wobbled. She grabbed the railing for support."I need to get inside," she muttered. "Talk to Damien. Before the cops show up. Before—"WEE-OOO! WEE-OOO!Sophia's blood ran cold.Red and blue lights flashed across the
LANGSTON MANSION – INSIDE – NEW YORK CITYThe front door flew open with a loud bang.Damien stormed into the mansion, his face dark with anger. His expensive dress shoes struck the marble floor with hard, heavy steps that echoed through the house.His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.No matter how hard he tried, he could still smell it.Blood.Death.That horrible smell from the box refused to leave him.“Damn it!”He ripped off his suit jacket and threw it across the room. It landed on the polished floor in a crumpled heap, but he didn’t even look at it.His chest rose and fell with every angry breath.“Marcus!” he roared.His voice echoed through the mansion. “Marcus! Get in here. Now!”Within seconds, Marcus hurried into the foyer.The head bodyguard looked almost as shaken as Damien. His face had lost its color, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Even now, the horrifying scene outside the gate replayed in his mind.He swallowed hard.“Yes, sir,” he said, trying to keep hi
Amelia let out a broken laugh. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at him.“You love me?” she asked, shaking her head. “You actually have the nerve to stand there and tell me you love me?”Her voice rose with every word. “Where were you, Alejandro?”He opened his mouth, but she didn’t let him speak.“Where were you when the police arrested me? Where were you when they dragged me away from our son?”Another tear rolled down her cheek.“Where were you when I spent three months locked up in that prison? Alone. Scared. Crying myself to sleep every night.”Alejandro’s eyes filled with guilt. “Amelia… I didn’t know.”“You didn’t know?” she repeated bitterly.“I swear. I didn’t know where they had taken you.” His voice cracked. “Gabriella told me you had been transferred to another prison. She told me you refused to see me. She said you wanted nothing to do with me.”He shook his head. “She lied to me, Amelia. She lied about everything.”Amelia laughed again, but there was no humor i
WENT-WORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTER — AMELIA’S CELL — AFTERNOONAmelia sat on the edge of her bunk, one hand resting on her growing stomach.The cell was quiet except for the distant sounds of doors slamming and inmates talking somewhere down the corridor.She stared at the gray wall in front of her.Another day.Another endless afternoon.She had spent hours trying not to think about everything she had lost.Then heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway.A moment later, keys rattled against the bars. A correctional officer stopped outside her cell “Amelia stone.”Amelia didn’t bother looking up. “What now?”“You have a visitor.”She rolled her eyes. “Good for them.”The guard frowned. “Your husband is here to see you.”That made her laugh. A cold, bitter laugh.Slowly, she lifted her head. “My husband?”The words dripped with sarcasm. “Last time I checked, I don’t have a husband anymore.”The guard remained silent.Amelia shook her head and leaned back against the wall.“So whoever is
DANIEL’S PENTHOUSE – MORNINGDaniel paced the living room, holding a half-filled glass of Martell. His voice was sharp, bitter.“Lucas, do you know what that woman did? That so-called mother of my kids?”Lucas looked up from the couch, raising an eyebrow. “You mean Katherina your baby mama? What ha
“You can’t fight him from in here,” he said.“And I sure as hell won’t fight him wearing your last name,” she shot back.Silence. They stared at each other, tension thick in the air.Damien’s voice softened. “You’ll regret this, Amelia.”She gave a small, broken laugh. “I already regret ever loving
NEW YORK PENTITNARY PRISON Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest. She stared at the paper on the table, then back at Vivian’s cold, steady eyes.“You’re insane,” Amelia said, her voice trembling with anger. “You’d really kill a child just to get some damn company shares?”Vivian gave a little shrug.
Alexander swallowed hard, trying to hold his ground. “This isn’t fair—”Vivian’s eyes glistened as she stepped closer, her voice low and shaky but filled with desire.“Fair?” she whispered. “I’ve been patient, Alex. I’ve stayed quiet while you buried yourself in guilt over her. It’s been three day







