MasukRose woke up past midnight, and her sanity came rushing back like needles stabbing into her head. Her eyes stared at the dim ceiling of the room. What had she done?She had shared a bed with Matteo again. Which meant another betrayal of Aaron. Even though Aaron had sent her to Spain for her safety. While Aaron was out there fighting for her.“I’m terrible,” Rose whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.What they had done was a sin by every moral standard. Yet ironically, Rose felt more whole in that sin… than in the false purity she had been living in.When morning came, Rose wasted no time leaving the motel room. The fresh morning air did nothing to make her feel better.Every breath felt tight. Guilt spread through her veins.Rose walked in silence, saying not a word to Matteo as they continued their journey. Her face was tense and gloomy. The silence was unbearable for Matteo.There were no more small jokes, and they even walked a meter apart. It was clear Rose was avoiding him a
Rose returned Matteo’s kiss with the same intensity. Her arms circled his neck, her fingers tangling into his damp hair as she pulled him closer. The cold rain outside faded into nothing, replaced by the heat building between them.Matteo gently pushed Rose back until she was lying on the bed, hovering over her without breaking their kiss. His hands moved with urgency now, no longer hesitant as they traced her form beneath the blanket.“Matteo…” Rose breathed between their kisses.“I want you, Rose,” Matteo murmured against her neck, his voice rough. “Nothing else matters. It’s just you.”And in the middle of the storm that cut them off from the world, Rose let herself fall again. Tonight, there was only her, Matteo, and the emotions they had tried so hard to bury. Every boundary they had built came undone.Thunder roared outside, like a signal marking the beginning of something they both knew was dangerous.Matteo’s hands, once rough from gripping his hiking staff, now moved with a m
The Galician sky seemed to collapse that day.The rain was no longer a romantic drizzle or a refreshing mist. It was a storm. Rose and Matteo ran along the muddy road toward the center of Melide. They were soaked to the bone.The plastic poncho they bought at a souvenir shop had been torn apart by the wind three kilometers back. Matteo’s waterproof jacket had given up, defeated by the force of nature.“Over there! That’s the hostel!” Matteo shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the rain.His finger pointed at an old stone building with warm yellow lights glowing from its windows. Rose didn’t answer, her teeth chattering from the cold. She only gave a quick nod and dragged her heavy feet, her shoes already filled with water.Matteo half-barged through the hostel door, breathing heavily and leaving puddles of water across the dry lobby floor.“Madre mía!” the innkeeper exclaimed in panic. “You look like you just came out of a river!”“One… room…” Matteo said, his voice tr
The necklace Rose was wearing revealed its pendant: her engagement ring. She had hung the ring on a chain necklace during the journey so it wouldn’t get lost. The small, sparkling object caught the sunlight filtering through the leaves, like a warning signal glowing brightly.Matteo’s mind drifted back to before, to a promise he had made with Aaron. “Whoever finds Rose first, the other must step back.”And Aaron was the one who found Rose first and proposed to her, and Rose accepted Aaron’s proposal without a second thought.What was I thinking? Matteo snapped back to reality.He quickly pulled his hand back, clenching it at his side. Matteo swallowed, the taste bitter in his
Rose shook her head. “No need, Aaron will send bodyguards for me. They’ll catch up as soon as possible.”“Okay, up to you. Let’s head to the hotel now.”They walked toward the hotel in question, and it turned out to be the nicest one in the area. Rose was about to protest, wanting to experience a “true pilgrimage,” but the thought of a hot shower and a soft bed was too tempting, especially after walking around 22 kilometers.When Rose was about to pay for her room, Matteo was already ahead of her. He made a gesture that he would cover everything. It made Rose feel uneasy again.After receiving their keys, they climbed the stairs in silence. The warm atmosphere they had shared on the trail earlier suddenly vanished. Both of them felt awkward as they stopped in front of their neighboring rooms.Just the two of them, in a hotel, far from home… and damn it, the memory of being trapped together in a storm before lingered in Rose’s mind. A chill crept up her neck.“Today… was nice,” Matteo
Photos from the latest surveillance by the private detective team Aaron hired were spread across the table. Jerry Baxter’s face appeared in every shot. In some, he was chatting in front of a club, in another at a roadside hot dog stand, and in several other locations.Aaron exhaled after learning that Jerry was working under a mafia boss named Rocco. “Oh God, just like Rose feared. Her father is still involved with people like this.”Aaron rubbed his throbbing temple. Even though he had never dealt with underground figures before, the private investigator’s report was crystal clear. Rocco was a legend in the city, known as “The Butcher.”The mafia boss controlled the port and smuggling operations and owned a fairly popular club. It wasn’t wise to start a war with Rocco. He could make witnesses disappear or permanently silence them.The threat to Rose was no longer empty. This was a war Aaron couldn’t win in a courtroom. It would be difficult to find grounds to put Jerry behind bars.J







