LOGINSofia smirked. “Exactly why you have to call. You don’t mention the ships. You act concerned, loyal, sympathetic. You say you heard about the ‘family distress’ and your heart aches for her. You make her see you as the loyal, concerned daughter of a true Spanish family. Win the mother, you’re halfway to the son.”Gabriella narrowed her eyes, smirking. “And the son?”Sofia’s tone turned sly, almost dangerous. “The son comes next. But only if you play it cool. Calm. Elegant. Supportive. Not demanding. Not pouting. You’re New Gabriella now. She needs to see you as part of the family, not a threat or a disappointment.”Gabriella let out a quiet laugh. “So I have to pretend to be the perfect daughter-in-law… while he’s out there thinking he’s in control?”“Exactly,” Sofia said, almost gleeful. “Let him think he’s running the show. Let him feel powerful. Meanwhile, you’re the one pulling the strings.”Gabriella leaned back, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. “I like this version of
FAVINO MANSION – ALEJANDRO’S STUDYThe door opened without a knock.Marisa Favino stood in the doorway, calm and perfectly put together, her figure outlined by the brighter hallway behind her. She stepped inside and closed the door softly. Her eyes moved over the mess, then settled on her son.There was no worry in her expression. Only judgment.“So,” she said coolly, breaking the silence. “The American woman has finally shown you who she really is.”Alejandro didn’t look up.“She defied me,” he said through clenched teeth. “In public. In front of you, Arturo, Aunt Lucia and my sisters, Elena and Serena. She made a fool of me and walked out.”Marisa moved deeper into the room, her heels silent on the thick rug. She stopped in front of his desk and looked down at him.“And now you sit here,” she said coolly, “drinking and sulking. How predictable.”His head snapped up, eyes burning. “This isn’t about my ego—”“It’s all about your ego,” she cut in. Her voice was sharp and unyielding. “Y
“I asked you a question, Vivian,” Alexander said sharply. “And you’re taking way too long to answer. Are you cheating on me?”Vivian’s voice stayed steady, but her eyes kept flicking to Harrison on the bed behind her.“No, Alex. I’m not cheating. I just went out for a walk to clear my head.”“A walk?” Alexander’s voice was sharp. “Really? Funny because your GPS says, for the third time, that you’re at the Langston Hotel.”Vivian’s eyes flicked to the bed.Harrison was still there shirt tossed over a chair, sheets messy, the room smelling like regret.“Don’t lie to me,” he continued. “I’m standing right in front of the hotel right now. Which room are you in? Let’s talk face to face like adults. I’m tired of you making decisions without me.”She swallowed.“You may be the CEO,” Alexander said coldly, “but you’re not the founder of this company. Any major decision like appointing an EVP has to come through me so I can vet the person properly. But no. You just had to announce it in a dam
PRIVATE JET ~ IN FLIGHTAriana buckled herself into the seat across from her, watching silently. She reached into a cooler and pulled out two cans of sparkling water, sliding one across the table.“So,” Ariana said, grinning. “We’re officially fugitives from Spanish high society. Pretty cool, right? Do we get nicknames? Should I start practicing lock picking?”Amelia took the can but didn’t open it, letting the cold metal seep into her hands.Ariana leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “I mean, we ditched that fancy dinner like action heroes. What’s the plan when we land, boss lady? Storm Stone Enterprises with a subpoena in one hand and a latte in the other?”Amelia gave a small, tired smile. She turned from the window to face her. “It’s simple at first. We find out who forged my company’s signature on that shell corporation. Someone’s trying to make Stone Enterprises look dirty. We dig until we find the truth.”Ariana raised an eyebrow, pretending to be serious. "Ooh, detective mode acti
ALEJANDRO MASTER SUITE~ SPAIN“I just exposed rot in your family’s business,” she said. “I handed you the truth on a silver plate. And your mother’s response was to pat my head and say ‘adequately’ before sending the criminal off to a beach house.”Her voice dropped, colder now.“I’m not a pet. I’m not a decoration. And I will not be managed.”Silence dropped into the room like a weight.Alejandro broke it first.“She handled it,” he snapped. “The Favino way. Quietly. Internally. No scandal. No mess that destroys all of us.” He threw his hand out in frustration. “And you walking out like that, in front of everyone made me look weak. You made this family look divided in front of the one person who still holds real power here.”Amelia let out a short, bitter laugh.“Your family is already divided,” she shot back, stepping closer to him. Her eyes burned. “It’s built on secrets. On stolen money. On deals no one is brave enough to say out loud. I just exposed one of them.”She shook her h
"Everything," she moaned, arching into him, her hands tangling in his hair. "Touch me... everywhere."He didn't hesitate. Dropping to his knees, he hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs, his breath hot against her thighs. He kissed his way up, parting her with gentle fingers before his tongue flicked out, tasting her, making her knees buckle."God, yes... just like that," she cried out, gripping his shoulders for support. "Don't stop, please."Harrison looked up at her, his gaze intense. "You're mine tonight," he said, his voice rough with desire, before diving back in, licking and sucking with a rhythm that built the heat inside her fast. She writhed against the door, her moans filling the room as waves of pleasure crashed over her.When she was trembling on the edge, he stood, shedding his own clothes quickly shirt tossed aside, pants kicked off. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her back against the door. With







