LOGINFAVINO PENTHOUSE ~ NEW YORK CITYGabriella smiled and slipped out of bed. “I’d love to stay in bed with you darling,” she said as she picked up her purse, “but I have a meeting. The event planners are putting the final touches on the charity gala of my fashion show .”Alejandro smiled and nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll still be here when you get back.”Gabriella walked over and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Alejandro.”“I love you too,” he replied.She walked out the door. The moment it closed behind her, her smile disappeared. She pulled out her phone and sent a text: "It's working. He's completely under my control."But Alejandro had no idea. He walked to the window and looked out at the city. His mind was racing. He was done begging. He was done pleading. Amelia didn't want him anymore. Fine. He was done waiting for her.He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.His mother answered on the second ring. "Alejandro," Marisa said. Her voice was weak but alert. She was still recoverin
NYPD Headquarters – Interrogation Room – NightThe interrogation room was small, cold, and painfully quiet.A metal table stood in the middle of the room. Two chairs faced each other beneath a flickering light that buzzed every few seconds.Sophia Langston sat stiffly in one of the chairs.Her designer dress was wrinkled, and her makeup had faded. She looked nothing like the glamorous socialite who had smiled for cameras at charity events and entertained millions during her livestreams just days ago.Across from her sat Detective Miller, a man in his fifties with gray hair and tired eyes. He watched her for a long moment before leaning slightly toward Detective Reyes.“She’s a psychiatric patient,” he whispered quietly.Detective Reyes gave a small nod. She opened her notebook, clicked her pen, and fixed Sophia with a sharp, steady stare.Beside Sophia, her lawyer, Mr. Harrison, straightened his expensive suit jacket and remained silent, waiting for the questioning to begin.Detecti
Alejandro positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slick folds. “Tell me how much you want it.”“I want you so bad,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Fuck me deep. Make me feel everything.”He thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, groaning at how tight and warm she felt around him. “Fuck… you feel incredible.” Once he was fully inside, he paused, forehead pressed to hers. “I love you, Gabriella. You’re my everything now.”“I love you too,” she whispered, then gasped as he started moving. “Harder, baby. I can take it.”Alejandro picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and faster. The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, mixed with moans and dirty sweet words. “You’re so tight… squeezing me so good,” he groaned, one hand gripping her hip while the other braced beside her head.Gabriella’s nails raked down his back. “Yes… right there! Oh fuck, Alejandro, don’t stop. You’re so deep.” Her moans grew lou
FAVINO PENTHOUSE ~ NEW YORK CITY There was a brief silence.The lawyer cleared his throat. “Mr. Favino, it won’t be easy. Amelia is still the baby’s biological mother. Unless we can prove she’s legally unfit, the court may not grant full custody.”Alejandro’s patience snapped. “She’s in prison!” he shouted. “How much more unfit does she have to be?”Before he could say anything else, Gabriella gently took the phone from his hand.She gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll handle this.”She lifted the phone to her ear.“Have the paperwork ready by tomorrow morning,” she said harshly . “If you can’t handle a simple custody case, we’ll find a law firm that can. And trust me, once word gets around that you failed the Favino family, no top legal firm will want to hire you.”She smiled politely. “Thank you.”Without waiting for a reply, she ended the call and handed the phone back to Alejandro.He slipped the phone into his pocket and let out a long breath.Gabriella studied his face for a m
FAVINO PENTHOUSE – LIVING ROOM – 10:00 A.M.The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the luxurious penthouse with warm light.Gabriella sat comfortably on the cream-colored couch.She wore a silk blouse, designer jeans, and a pair of expensive heels. Her makeup was flawless, her hair perfectly styled, and her freshly painted nails gleamed as she slowly sipped a cup of coffee.A few feet away, Alejandro stood by the window with his phone pressed to his ear.His face was dark with anger.“I don’t care what it takes,” he snapped. “I want full custody of that baby.”He began pacing across the room. “My baby.”His jaw tightened. “Amelia is sitting in prison. She’s been charged with murder. Use that against her.”The lawyer spoke from the other end of the call.“Mr. Favino, it isn’t that simple. Even if she’s in prison, she’s still the child’s legal mother. She still has parental rights.”Alejandro scoffed. “I’ve called her. I’ve begged her to change her mind, th
ARIANA’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – 8:00 P.M.The apartment was small, but it felt warm and comfortable.In the corner, baby Aiden slept peacefully in his crib.Ariana sat on the couch with a glass of wine, scrolling through the news on her phone. Every channel was talking about the same thing.“SOCIALITE ARRESTED FOR LAWYER’S MURDER.”She smiled.It was the kind of smile that came after waiting a long time for justice.But deep down, she was confused. She hadn’t planned Sophia’s arrest.She hadn’t done anything. Someone else had.And whoever that person was had carried out the exact revenge Ariana had always imagined.Ding dong.The doorbell rang.Ariana frowned and walked to the door. She looked through the peephole.Her whole body froze. Her heart skipped a beat.Slowly, she unlocked the door. Standing outside was Miguel Favino.He wore a fitted black shirt and dark pants. A scar cut across his temple, making him look even more dangerous. His face showed no emotion, and his calm ey
ALEXANDER MANSION~ NEW YORKAlexander Blackwood stormed through the marble halls of his mansion, his anger practically vibrating through his steps. The maids and staff froze as he passed, their whispers trailing behind him. He reached the Master bedroom, flinging the door open.“Vivian!” he shoute
“We plug the leak quietly,” Amelia continued. “We redirect the money back through a clean account one we control. The company becomes profitable again. And Tío Arturo keeps thinking his little scheme is working… until we need leverage.”Alejandro ran a hand through his hair. “My mother will know.”
BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES ~ NEW YORK Katherina slipped Nicholas Hale’s card into her folder and closed it.Control. That was the word. And that was what she needed to hold on to.She straightened her blazer, smoothed her face, and returned to her desk as if nothing had happened. As if the air in the ro
Marisa jabbed a finger at Amelia. “Yes. You.”The room went quiet.Alejandro tensed. “Mother, don’t.”“No,” Marisa said, her voice cold. “You don’t get to shield her. Let me speak.”She stepped closer to Amelia. “You show up here… and suddenly the Guerras strike. You have ties to the Blackwoods. To







