Mag-log inKatherina spun around and snapped at her sister, “Will you shut up and sit down?” Then she turned back to Nicholas, her eyes blazing with hurt and rage. “So you’ve been hiding for almost a year? Not one visit. Not one call. Not even a single text. Nothing.”She stepped closer, voice shaking. “I lost our baby, Nicholas. Our baby. And you were gone. I sat in that hospital room all by myself. I signed the papers alone. I went home to an empty apartment. Do you have any idea how that felt?”Nicholas stared at the floor for a second, then looked up with that calm, smug face he always wore when he thought he was smarter than everyone. “Katherina, I didn’t know how to face you. You always turn everything into a big drama.”Katherina gave a bitter laugh. “Drama? You stood in front of God and my whole family and promised to love me. Now you’re dating my sister?”Nicholas’s head jerked up. “I didn’t know you were sisters! Valentina told me her last name was Sterling, then Rodriguez. You use B
"I'm asking you to choose a side," Amelia said, her voice steady but sharp.Katherina's eyes narrowed. "And if I say no?""Then get out of my building. Get out of my life. And don't you ever come back."Katherina stared at the floor for a long moment. Then she lifted her gaze to Amelia, then dropped it again. The silence stretched between them like a tightrope."Fine," she whispered at last. "I'll do it."Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Fine?"Katherina lifted her chin, eyes shining with fresh tears. "Fine. I'll be there tonight. I'll testify. I'll help you burn them both to the ground."Amelia gave a slow nod, watching her carefully."Why now?" she asked softly. "After everything... why now?"Katherina looked up, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Because I'm tired, Amelia. I'm so damn tired of being angry all the time. Tired of being broken. Tired of waking up every single morning and picking revenge instead of peace."She took a shaky breath and walked toward the door."I don't know if w
Katherina turned around. "What did you say?""You heard me.""Ladies." Amelia's voice was sharp. "Not today."Katherina's jaw tightened. But she turned back to the window.Amelia stood up. Looked at Katherina's back."My office," she said. "Now."Katherina didn't move."Katherina.""I heard you.""Then move your feet."Katherina turned slowly. Her eyes were cold. "You don't give me orders anymore, Amelia. Not after everything."Amelia's face went dark. "Excuse me?""You heard me." Katherina walked toward her. Stopped inches away. "You don't get to boss me around. You don't get to act like you're better than me. Not after what you did.""What I did?" Amelia's voice rose. "What about what YOU did?"The room went silent.Valentina looked at Ariana. Ariana looked at Valentina.Neither of them breathed.---AMELIA'S PENTHOUSE OFFICE – FIVE MINUTES LATERThe office was behind a heavy oak door. Amelia slammed it shut. Turned on Katherina."You want to do this here?" Katherina asked. "In fron
FAVINO 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'
Alejandro looked at the envelope. He could go to his lawyer. He could go to a PR crisis manager. He could call his mother and read her the medical terms.But there was only one person who needed to see this first.“The Stone-Favino building,” he said. “And step on it.”---THE STONE - FAVINO BUILDI
She slipped it into her pocket without a word.When she got back to the penthouse, the elevator opened to a heavy silence. Maria was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and getting dinner ready. In the living room, Leo sat on the floor, Lego pieces spread everywhere.“Mom!” He jumped up and wrapped
SOHO APARTMENT ~ NEW YORK Gabriella paced the small living room of her rented SoHo apartment. The city lights flickered through the half-closed blinds, throwing shadows across the bare walls and borrowed furniture. An open suitcase sat in the corner, clothes spilling out. Nothing here felt perman
BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES ~ NEW YORK The conference room on the 42nd floor felt unusually tense. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, papers shuffled, and the quiet murmur of board members filled the space.Alexander Blackwood Damien’s father, the man who had built the company from scratch sat at the he







