Masuk“Alex!” She slapped his arm, but her legs were still locked around him. “Get off me, you animal. We need to shower and dress in like… five minutes.”Alejandro finally pulled out with a reluctant groan and rolled off her. He watched her scramble out of bed, naked and flushed, cum already dripping down her thighs.“Fuck, you look good like that,” he muttered.“Stop staring and move!” Amelia ran to the bathroom, turning on the shower. “I can’t show up looking like I just got fucked senseless.”“That’s exactly how you should show up,” he called after her, following her into the steamy glass enclosure.The shower was supposed to be quick.It wasn’t.Alejandro pressed her against the cool tiles, water cascading over them as he kissed her hard. His soapy hands slid over her breasts, pinching her nipples until she moaned into his mouth.“Baby… we really don’t have time,” she gasped, even as she reached down and stroked his hardening cock.“Two minutes,” he growled, lifting one of her legs a
Amelia looked at the crying maid with soft eyes. Clara’s tears spilled over her cheeks like rain. “Thank you, Mrs. Favino. Thank you,” she whispered. “I swear on my mother’s life—I’m telling the truth. I didn’t plant that receipt. I would never hurt you.”Alejandro stared at his wife like she had lost her mind. “Amelia, what are you doing?” he said sharply.“You heard me,” Amelia replied calmly. She stood up and walked over to Clara. “You’re not getting fired. Go home. Take care of your mother. We’ll sort this out later.”Clara grabbed Amelia’s hands, sobbing harder. “Thank you… thank you so much. I won’t forget this. I swear on my mother’s life—I didn’t do it.”“I believe you,” Amelia said gently, squeezing her hands. “Go now.”Clara gave Alejandro one last sad look. “I’m sorry you don’t believe me, Mr. Favino. But I’m not your enemy.” Then she hurried out.The door clicked shut.Alejandro spun toward his wife. “What the hell was that, Amelia? You just let her go? She was on the c
FAVINO PENTHOUSE – LIVING ROOM – NIGHTAmelia didn’t say a word.She scooped up her little boy, Leo, and carried him down the hallway like he was made of glass. His head rested heavy on her shoulder, warm and trusting. In his bedroom, she laid him gently on the bed, pulled the soft blue blanket up to his chin, and smoothed it around his small body. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips to his forehead.“I love you so much, baby,” she whispered, her voice cracking just a little.Leo’s eyes fluttered open for a second. He smiled sleepily. “I love you too, Mommy.”She waited until his breathing grew slow and steady, then slipped out and closed the door with a soft click. For thirty seconds, she leaned against the wood, eyes shut tight. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn’t make a sound. Just let them fall. Then she wiped her face with the back of her hand, squared her shoulders like a soldier, and walked back to the living room.Alejandro was pacing back and forth like a
FAVINO PENTHOUSE – 7:00 PMAmelia dumped her purse upside down on the kitchen table for the fifth time. Lipstick, receipts, and coins spilled everywhere.“Where the heck are my keys?” she grumbled.She checked the counter. Nothing. The coat hooks by the door. Nothing. Even Leo’s toy box still nothing. She poked her head into the bathroom.“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Leo called from the couch. His cartoons were blaring, and his stuffed owl was tucked under his chin.“My keys, sweetie,” Amelia said, forcing a smile. She walked over, kissed the top of his messy hair, and ruffled it. “You’re smarter than me, you know that?”“Did you look in your pocket?” he asked, eyes big and serious.She laughed softly and patted her jeans. Empty. She checked Alejandro’s jacket hanging by the door—still nothing. The key hook by the garage door was bare.“Ugh.” She yanked the spare key from the drawer. “I’ll be right back, baby. Don’t open the door for anyone, okay?”“Okay, Mommy.”The elevator ride down f
The penthouse was quiet now, but the air still felt thick and heavy, like a storm cloud that refused to leave. Damien sat on the edge of the guest bed, his hands shaking badly. His neck burned where Sophia’s fingers had dug in. Every breath hurt. He touched the sore skin and winced.He pulled out his phone. The screen lit up his tired face. Without thinking twice, he dialed his lawyer.“It’s me,” Damien said, voice low and rough. “I want to file for divorce. Tonight.”A long pause on the other end. “Damien… are you sure? This is Sophia Langston we’re talking about.”“I’ve never been more sure in my life. I’m done. She almost killed me tonight. I’m not waiting for next time.”“She’ll come after you with everything she has. Money, lawyers, the whole city.”“Let her.” Damien stared at the closed door. “I’m done being her punching bag. Done living in fear.”He hung up and dropped the phone on the bed. His chest felt tight, like someone was still squeezing it.Then came the soft knocki
The penthouse was pitch black, except for the glow of dozens of candles flickering on the floor.Damien stepped out of the private elevator just after 11:47 PM. His expensive shoes clicked on the cold marble. His shoulders ached. His head throbbed. Another endless day of meetings, lies, and pretending everything was fine. He yanked his tie loose with a tired sigh and dropped his briefcase.Then he saw her.Sophia sat cross-legged right in the middle of the huge living room, like a little girl waiting for a bedtime story. But her eyes… those eyes weren’t innocent. They were empty, dark holes that swallowed the candlelight.A half-empty glass of red wine rested in her hand. Red wax from the candles had dripped everywhere, staining the white marble like fresh blood.She didn’t move. Just stared straight at the wall.Damien’s heart slammed against his ribs. He knew this version of Sophia. This was the calm right before she exploded.“Sophia?” he said softly, careful not to startle h
“Yes.”“You wanted revenge,” Sofia continued smoothly. “You wanted him to suffer for choosing Amelia. This is what real revenge looks like. It’s not tears. It’s not shouting. It’s strategy.”Gabriella swallowed. “And it will work?”“Oh, it will work,” Sofia said calmly. “But once we start, there’s
NEW YORK - ARIADNE HEADQUARTERSThe gossip sites exploded that morning with a new scandal.BREAKING: Nicholas Hale Affair Exposed - Slept His Way to Ariadne MergerThe article included photos. Text messages. Hotel receipts. All showing that Nicholas had been having an affair with Katherina Rodrigue
NEW YORK - PRESS CONFERENCE ROOMThe room was packed. Reporters from every major news outlet crowded together, cameras flashing, microphones ready. The air buzzed with anticipation.Alejandro walked to the podium, flanked by Javier on one side and Marcus Reed on the other. He looked tired but dete
“Can you come over?” Amelia’s voice cracked. “Please. I need—I can’t—”“I’m already in my car,” Ariana said. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Have you eaten anything?”“I don’t—no. I don’t know.”“I’m bringing food. And mezcal.”“You’re eight months pregnant. You can’t drink mezcal.”“The mezcal







