FAZER LOGINAmelia hesitated. Something in Vivian's tone made her pause.She leaned forward, her voice dropping. "I know things, Amelia. Things that would destroy you. Things that would tear your precious family apart.""Empty threats.""Are they?" Vivian reached into the pocket of her jumpsuit and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "This is a sworn statement from a woman who worked in your household five years ago. She saw things. Heard things. Things about Leo. About the real reason you kept him away from the Favinos for so long."Amelia's heart rate picked up, but she kept her face neutral. "My son has nothing to do with this.""Your son has everything to do with this." Vivian slid the paper across the table. "This witness is willing to testify that you knew Leo wasn't Miguel's son before he was born. That you deliberately concealed his true paternity to secure your place in the Favino family. That you committed fraud. Paternity fraud. And in Spain, that's a criminal offense."Amelia's ha
He wasn’t always cruel.“At the beginning… Damien was different,” Amelia said quietly. “I was grieving. I had lost so much. I wasn’t thinking straight.”She looked down at her hands, fingers trembling.“I made a mistake,” she said. “One night. That’s all it was.”The room stayed silent.Then she took a shaky breath.“We were supposed to get married,” she continued. “Everything was ready. The venue. The guests. The future.”Her lips trembled. “My wedding dress had just arrived that morning.”Marisa’s eyes narrowed slightly.“I remember standing in my room… holding it,” Amelia said softly. “Thinking my life was finally going to be okay.”She let out a hollow laugh. “Then he walked in.”Silence.Amelia’s voice dropped.“And in less than five minutes… everything was gone.”Marisa leaned forward slightly. “What did he say?”Amelia looked up, her eyes filled with pain.“He told me the wedding was canceled,” she said. “Just like that. No warning. No explanation at first.”Her jaw tightened.
The penthouse fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Gabriella stood in the center of the room, clutching her baby so tightly the child began to fuss. Her face was pale, streaked with tears, her carefully constructed world crumbling around her."You can't do this," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I have rights. The baby has rights. A judge—""A judge will see exactly what we have," Marisa cut in, her voice cold and final. "A woman who drugged my son. A woman who faked DNA results. A woman who blackmailed my daughter. Do you really want to stand before a judge with that record?"Gabriella's mouth opened and closed. No words came.Alejandro stepped forward, his face unreadable. "Where's the real test?"Gabriella blinked. "What?""The real DNA test. You said you took one. Where are the results?"She hesitated. Just a fraction of a second. But everyone saw it."They're... at my lawyer's office," she said slowly. "I haven't seen them yet.""You're lying," Amelia said quietly.Gabrie
Gabriella froze. Her eyes quickly moved to Elena, begging for help.But Elena looked away.“Answer me!” Alejandro shouted.“I didn’t have a choice!” Elena cried suddenly, breaking down. “She forced me! Gabriella threatened me! She said if I didn’t help her, she would expose secrets that would destroy this family!”The room went still.Marisa stepped forward slowly. “What secrets?”Gabriella let out a bitter laugh, her face cold now. She had nothing left to hide.“You really want to know?” she said. “Fine.”She looked straight at Elena.“Your affair,” she said flatly. “With that married man in Barcelona.”Elena’s face went pale.“The abortion you had last year,” Gabriella continued, her voice sharp. “The one you lied about and called a miscarriage.”“Stop—” Elena whispered, shaking.“And the money,” Gabriella added. “The money you’ve been stealing from the family business to fund your lifestyle.”“STOP!” Elena screamed, covering her face.Tears streamed down her cheeks.“You said you’d
FAVINO PENTHOUSE – MORNINGTWO WEEKS LATER Amelia was sitting at the dining table with Leo, watching him eat his cereal, when Maria rushed in, breathless and clearly shaken.“Mrs. Favino… they’re here,” Maria said quickly.Amelia frowned. “Who?”“Mr. Favino’s mother… and his sisters. All of them. And they’re… not calm.”Amelia’s chair scraped against the floor as she stood. “Marisa is back? I thought Alejandro told her to stay in Spain.”“She didn’t listen,” Maria said in a lower voice. “And she didn’t come alone. They’re in the living room. They’re demanding to see you. They won’t leave.”Amelia glanced at Leo.He was still eating, completely unaware.She softened her voice. “Leo, sweetheart, go to your room and play for a bit, okay? Mama needs to talk to some people.”Leo nodded happily. “Okay, Mama.”He jumped down and ran off.Amelia watched him go, then took a slow breath, steadying herself.“Let them wait,” she muttered.Then she walked toward the living room.—Marisa stood in
The words fell like stones into still water. Serena's face went white. Marisa didn't move, didn't breathe."What did you say?" Marisa's voice was barely a whisper."I had a private investigator run a discreet genetic analysis," Elena continued, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "Using samples I was able to obtain over the past year. The results came back last week. I've been trying to find the right time to tell you. There is no right time.""Whose son is he?" Serena demanded, her voice rising. "If not Miguel's, then whose?"Elena closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, they were wet."Damien Blackwood."The name hit Marisa like a physical blow. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white."Damien Blackwood," she repeated slowly. "Amelia Ex Fiancee . Alexander Blackwood's son. The man who was obsessed with Amelia for years.""The same," Elena said quietly. "The DNA shows a 99.97% paternal match. Leo is Damien's child."Serena stood frozen, her ha
FAVINO FAMILY DINNER ~ NEW YORK Then she turned, walking towards Alejandro. Guests lingered nearby, their conversations drifting like background music, but Amelia moved as if no one else existed.Her gaze was polite, controlled but icy beneath the surface. She stopped just behind him, brushing pas
ALEJANDRO STUDY ROOM~ SpainHe closed the last inch between them in one rough step. His hands cupped her face hard, urgent and he kissed her.It wasn’t gentle. It was eight years of grief, anger, longing, and unspoken need exploding at once. His mouth claimed hers like he was starving. Amelia froz
COURTYARD DINNER PARTY ~ SpainThe courtyard glowed under the evening sky, lanterns casting warm light over a long oak table piled high with paella, jamón ibérico, and chilled albariño. Glasses clinked, laughter bubbled, but behind the smiles, the guests were predators old money from Madrid and Ba
The ambulance doors swung open, and Alexander was rushed inside on a stretcher. Vivian ran beside him, her face pale, tears streaking her cheeks. The ER was chaos flashing lights, beeping monitors, nurses and doctors moving fast.“Sixty-eight-year-old male, severe chest pain, possible heart attack







