LOGINFAVINO PENTHOUSE – MASTER BEDROOM – 11:45 PMGabriella looked up at him, eyes dark with lust. “You taste so good,” she whispered, her voice husky, before taking him even deeper. Her mouth was hot and eager, sliding along his length with practiced skill. She hummed around him, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight through his body.Alejandro’s head fell back, a low groan escaping his throat. For those minutes, the guilt receded. There was only the wet heat of her mouth, the tight suction, and the sight of her on her knees before him—hair tousled, lips stretched around him.After a few minutes, he pulled her up roughly. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down and climbed on top of her, their mouths crashing together in a feverish kiss. His hands explored her body greedily—squeezing her full breasts, pinching and rolling her hardened nipples, then sliding down between her legs.“You’re so wet already,”
WENT-WORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTRE – VISITATION ROOM – 2:17 PM“No. You’re not.” Rebecca’s voice was firm, cutting through the tension like steel. “You’re going to let the justice system handle her. You’re going to focus on getting out. You’re going to focus on your baby.”“My baby is in here.” Amelia touched her stomach with trembling fingers. “And I’m in here. Locked up. Like an animal.”“Not for long. Sophia’s lawyers are filing a motion tomorrow. I just need to find a way to get myself back on the case.”“You can’t,” Amelia said quietly.Then she lowered her voice to a near whisper, glancing at the guard stationed near the door.“After the hearing, Aurelia met me privately.”Rebecca sat straighter, her pulse quickening. “What happened?”Amelia swallowed hard. “She offered me a deal.”Rebecca’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of deal?”Amelia laughed—a bitter, hollow sound that echoed painfully in the small room. “The kind only monsters make.”Rebecca felt her stomach tighten. “Tell me.”Ame
FAVINO PENTHOUSE – MASTER BEDROOM – 8:00 PM – THREE DAYS LATERThe master bedroom felt strangely quiet. Gabriella stood in the middle of the room, looking around with a critical eye. She opened her large designer bag and pulled out a soft silk robe, then more clothes, perfume bottles, and expensive jewelry. The bag was overflowing.Clara walked in carrying two more heavy bags. She set them down carefully near the walk-in closet.“Where do you want these, señora?” Clara asked.“By the closet,” Gabriella replied. She looked around the room again, her lips pressed together in disapproval. “This place needs a complete change. The furniture is too dark and old. The curtains are ugly. We’ll redecorate everything. Anything that reminds Alejandro of Amelia has to go. I don’t want him thinking about her when he’s here. I want him to think about me. I want him to depend on me.”Clara nodded and started unpacking the bags. “Yes, señora.”Gabriella walked to the large window and looked out at
WENT-WORTH CORRECTIONAL FACILITY – VISITING ROOM – 10:00 AMThe room was gray and lifeless, like hope had died there years ago. Cold plastic chairs lined up in rows. A thick glass wall cut the world in half—prisoners on one side, free people on the other. The air smelled of bleach mixed with old tears and desperation.Amelia sat restlessly on her side, wearing that ugly orange jumpsuit. Her hair was pulled back tight, and dark circles hung heavy under her eyes. She looked exhausted and a bit Broken. She hadn’t slept more than a few hours since they locked her up.The heavy door on the other side buzzed open.Rebecca Stein walked in with her heels clicking sharply against the floor, sharp black suit, hair flawless. She looked powerful, like she still belonged to the outside world.She sat down, grabbed the phone, and stared at Amelia through the glass.Amelia picked up her receiver with cuffed hands.“You look terrible,” Rebecca said softly.Amelia gave a weak smile. “Thanks. You l
Gabriella didn't leave. She stepped even closer."I know you miss your wife. I know it's always been her. I'm not trying to compete with Amelia. But I want to be here for you during this hard time. I talked to her, Alejandro. I visited her in jail. She gave me her blessing to take care of you and Leo while she's gone."Alejandro laughed, but there was no joy in it. "You're lying. Amelia would never say that.""She did." Gabriella's voice stayed calm. "She knows she might be in prison for a long time. She wants Leo to have a steady home. And your mother… she also gave me her blessing. She wants you to have help."Alejandro's face turned red. "I don't need your fake sorry or your lies. Get out of my house. You're the reason Amelia and I had problems. You're the reason everything fell apart. Leave!"Gabriella stood her ground. "No."Alejandro stepped closer, shouting. "I said get out! You're underestimating me. You ruined my life. You ruined my marriage. How do you think Amelia will
You 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
“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
Amelia’s face went pale. “Alejandro?” she whispered, her voice shaking. “No… he wouldn’t do this…”Ariana turned to her, wide-eyed. “Wait Alejandro? Miguel’s brother? The same man who claimed you as his fiancée? Amelia, what the hell is going on?”At that moment, a cry pierced through the tension.







