The silence between them stretched, brittle and cracking at the edges.Antonio stood by the window, back to his brother, watching the skyline through slits in the blinds as Juan’s voice echoed behind him, low, hoarse. “... I beg of you... Help me with Alejandro’s case. They’re going to throw him to the wolves.”Still, Antonio didn’t turn.Juan’s voice tightened. “You know what they’ll do to him in there. This isn’t some tabloid scandal or slap on the wrist. If they convict him, if the state gets involved, we both know... he won’t walk out of there anytime soon.”A long breath filled the space between them.Finally, Antonio exhaled.“You realize what you're asking me to do would put me in direct defiance of our father.”Juan said nothing.“He disowned Alejandro. Said anyone who tried to protect him would face the same fate. That’s not a warning. That’s a promise.”Still, Juan didn’t speak.Antonio finally turned, his face cold and impassive. "You want me to risk everything I’ve worked
The Rossi convoy pulled up to the curb like royalty in exile... black SUVs with tinted windows, and the moment the engines humming grew lower, the cameras were already flashing before the doors even opened."They’re here! That’s them!"The reporters swarmed like bees to honey, microphones held out like weapons, voices overlapping in a chaos of questions:"Is it true Alejandro tried to have Kia killed?""Does the Rossi family take responsibility for the shooting?""Why aren’t Maria and Kia with you today?""Are they distancing themselves from you?"Princess stepped out first, eyes hidden behind massive sunglasses, lips tight. She tugged her blazer straight and ignored every question as if they were beneath her.Behind her, Antonio and Juan emerged, both tall, both stiff-jawed, their matching frowns making them look like carbon copies of each other... only with different levels of simmering rage.Carlo was last.He took his time stepping out of the car, leaning on his cane like a scepte
The Rossi mansion was unusually quiet.Muted sunlight leaked through the drapes, painting long shadows over marble floors and polished wood.One by one, they descended the grand staircase, shoulders heavy with the weight of shame and silence. Pajama-clad, hair tousled, faces pale from exhaustion and unspoken fear, they gathered in the sprawling living room, drawn not by desire, but command.At the center of it all sat Carlo Rossi.The patriarch. His presence was cold. Rage simmered beneath his sharp, calculating eyes as he leaned against the head of his cane. The air around him cracked with tension.He didn't wait for the last yawn to die before he barked, "Is this what the Rossi family has become? Lounging around in pajamas while our name rots in the press?"No one answered.Princess, half-asleep in silk robes and mismatched slippers, dared to mumble, "We spent the day before yesterday in jail, Nonno, and just got released yesterday. I think we deserve one day off."Carlo's cane sla
The water was warm, rolling down their bodies in rivulets, drowning the silence that stretched between them. But not even steam could soften the stiffness now settling in Rene’s jaw.Maria’s breath was still unsteady from the way he had devoured her, but there was a flicker in her eyes, not just desire. Something more guarded.He didn’t move his head from her shoulder. His arms stayed wrapped tightly around her waist as the heat clung to them.Then came his whisper, soft, low, but edged in thorns.“How did you spend the morning?”Maria blinked slowly, heart hammering in her chest.She had anticipated many things. But not that question. Not right now. Not when her legs were tangled with his and her skin still bore the imprint of his mouth.Still, her voice came, airy and controlled. Practiced.“I stayed home.”Rene’s body didn’t react at first. But his grip shifted, a slight press against her lower back. Not painful. Not threatening. Just… tighter.“All day?” he asked.Maria smiled fai
The rain was pouring like it had something to prove.Heavy, relentless, and cold, it drummed against the hood of Rene’s coat as he stepped out of the station's front doors, canceling the number he had dialed earlier. Each droplet felt like a weight, but none of them made him flinch. He walked with purpose, weaving through the flashing lights of police cruisers and muted shouts from behind barricades. The reporters had begun gathering again, cameras angled like rifles, fingers poised on triggers. But none dared to speak just yet, not while his expression said clearly,' not now.'Rene reached his car, its body a bit soaked from the rain. He pulled the door open, slipped in, and shut out the noise of the world. The silence inside the vehicle was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic whoosh of the rain sliding across the windshield.He didn’t start the engine right away.Instead, he pulled out his phone again and hit the secure line.It rang once.Twice.Then picked up.“Matthew,” Rene
As fear ripped through his heart, tearing him into pieces, Alejandro lurched forward, eyes wild, panic surging through him, but the officers yanked him back as he screamed. “No! Wait... wait! That’s not what I meant!”But the words had already slipped from his mouth. The lobby was thick with stunned silence, the echo of his outburst still ringing in the minds of everyone else.“I misspoke,” he said quickly, desperately, turning to Carlo. “Grandfather, please. This is a setup. I’m being framed! I didn’t send anyone after him or him after Kia... Derek’s lying!”His voice cracked on the last word.Carlo Rossi did not respond immediately.The old man studied his grandson in silence, his face unreadable.Then, slowly, he stepped forward, each movement precise, his cane tapping against the marble floor like a judge’s gavel.“You said there were no other men at the party,” he said flatly. “That means you admit to sending at least one.”“No! No... Just listen to me, please!” Alejandro’s voic