LOGINFAVINO PENTHOUSE – AFTERNOONThe penthouse was quiet. Sunlight poured through the windows. Everything looked perfect.Valentina paced back and forth across the marble floor. Her hands were twisted together. Her heart was pounding."Stop pacing," Ariana said from the couch. Aiden was asleep on her chest. Tiny baby breaths. Peaceful. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor.""I can't help it." Valentina stopped. Took a breath. Started pacing again. "What if they don't like him? What if Amelia hates him? What if Katherina—""Katherina isn't here.""Yet." Valentina bit her lip. "Amelia called her. Said they needed to talk. She's coming over."Ariana raised an eyebrow. "Amelia and Katherina? In the same room? Voluntarily?""Stranger things have happened.""Name one."Valentina opened her mouth. Closed it. "Okay. Fair point."The doorbell rang.Both women froze."He's early," Valentina whispered."That's not Richard." Ariana looked at her phone. "That's Amelia. I just got a text.""Alread
STONE INDUSTRIES – THAT AFTERNOONAmelia sat at her desk, staring at her phone.It rang.Rebecca."How did it go?""He peed his pants."Amelia blinked. "What?""He grabbed my arm. I threatened him. He let go. And then he realized he'd wet himself like a frightened old man."Amelia was silent for a moment.Then she laughed. It was tired, but real."You're serious?""I never joke about bodily functions, Amelia. It's unprofessional."Amelia shook her head. "What happens now?""Now we wait. Forty-eight hours. If he doesn't back down, I send everything to Don Eduardo.""You think he'll back down?"Rebecca was quiet for a moment. "I think he's scared. And scared men make mistakes.""Let's hope you're right.""I'm always right." A pause. "By the way. You owe me a new pair of shoes. His floor was sticky."Amelia laughed again. "I'll buy you ten."---FAVINO PENTHOUSE – THAT EVENINGAmelia walked through the door. Valentina was on the couch, watching TV."How was your day?""I made an old man
BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES – TWO HOURS LATERThe building was a monument to ego. Black marble. Gold letters. Guards with earpieces who thought they were secret service.Rebecca walked through them like they were furniture.Click. Click. Click. Her heels on the floor.Move.---The receptionist looked up. "Do you have an—""No.""Ma'am, I really need you to—"Rebecca put both hands on the desk. Leaned in."Call Alexander. Tell him Rebecca Stein is here. Tell him I have something that belongs to his wife. And tell him if he doesn't see me in two minutes, I'm mailing it to Don Eduardo before lunch."She smiled."Actually. Tell him that part last."The receptionist grabbed the phone.ALEXANDER'S OFFICE – TWO MINUTES LATERAlexander Blackwood sat behind his desk. Seventy years old. Still had shoulders like a boxer. Still had eyes that could cut glass.He didn't stand."Rebecca Stein." His voice was slow. Gravelly. "You've got balls walking in here.""I've been told.""Sit down."She sat. Didn'
No one spoke.Mr. Sterling tried again, careful now. “Belle is winning with younger buyers. TikTok. Influencers. Viral campaigns. We’re still relying on traditional marketing.”Sophia nodded once. “Then we evolve.”She faced the entire room now.“I want a full list of top beauty influencers. Every platform. Every follower count. Who they work with. Who they hate. Who they can be persuaded.”A pause.“We’re going to take them.”Ms. Crystal frowned. “That could cost millions.”Sophia didn’t even blink.“It could cost billions to lose.”Her gaze swept across the table sharp, challenging.“I’m willing to spend whatever it takes.”A beat.“Are you?”No one answered.Another executive spoke up. Ms. Vance. Product Development. "Ms. Langston, the board has concerns about your leadership. The recent firings. The aggressive tactics. People are talking."Sophia walked slowly toward Ms. Vance. Her heels clicked on the floor like gunshots."Let them talk." She stopped in front of her. "I don't ca
LANGSTON MANOR – MORNINGDamien stood by the window, his coffee was in hand while he was staring out at the perfectly trimmed gardens like they might give him answers. His shoulder was fine now. The wound had healed into a thin scar.But inside? Something still felt wrong. Heavy.Behind him, the bathroom door opened.Sophia stepped out like she had everything under control silk robe, perfect hair, not a single flaw on her face. She smiled when she saw him.“You’re up early.”Damien didn’t turn. “Couldn’t sleep.”She walked over slowly and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back. “Bad dreams My Love?”A small pause.“You could say that.”She leaned in closer, trying to pull him into her warmth. “I can help with that.”But he didn’t move. Didn’t react.That’s when she knew.Sophia pulled back and looked at him properly. Her smile faded, little by little.“You’re thinking about her again.”Damien finally turned, his expression tired. “I’m thinking about a l
FAVINO PENTHOUSE – THE NEXT MORNINGThe morning sun came through the big windows. Amelia sat at the kitchen table in her bathrobe. The folder Victor had given her lay open in front of her. Photos. Bank records. Secrets.Her younger sister Valentina walked in, yawning. She was still in her pajamas, her hair a mess. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down across from Amelia.Valentina pointed at the folder. "What's that?""Insurance," Amelia said quietly.Valentina frowned. "Insurance for what?""For the war. Against Don Eduardo. Against Alexander. Against all of them."Valentina stared at her sister. Her eyes went from Amelia's face to the folder and back again. "You're going to use it? Whatever is in there?"Amelia looked down at the evidence. Pictures of Catalina Reyes with another man. Letters. Proof of money being stolen from her own father."I don't know yet," Amelia admitted.Valentina shook her head. "Yes, you do know. You're just afraid to admit it to yourself."Ameli
NICHOLAS HALE APARTMENT ~ NEW YORK The kiss hit like fire weeks of tension spilling out all at once. No holding back. His hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head deeper into his. She gripped his sweater, pulling him close until there was no space between them.He tasted like wine and heat, eve
ORTEGA DINNER ~ SPAIN“Is that Gabriella Guerra?” a woman murmured. “God… she looks dangerous.”“After everything with the Favino ships?” another whispered. “And she shows up like this? The nerve. So calm. So untouchable.”Gabriella began her descent, heels clicking softly against the marble. She m
THE GUERRA GRAND MANSION~ SPAINGabriella stepped into her sunlit bedroom at the family villa outside Madrid. The red dress from last night still draped over a chair, a trophy of her victory. Her skin still tingled from Alejandro’s hands, his desperate kisses, the way he’d lost control. She let he
STONE INDUSTRIES~ NEW YORK "Mr. Blackwood," Amelia said, not bothering to stand. "You have a strange definition of 'appointment.'"He stepped inside, letting the heavy door click shut behind him. His eyes swept the room, pausing on Ariana, who was now awkwardly trying to sit up straighter on the







