INICIAR SESIÓNWhere do you think Marcella and Lucas would meet again?
Albert doesn’t go far.He stops at the end of the hallway, standing in the dim light, Stephanie’s muffled cries still echoing faintly behind him.For a second, he just stands there… breathing slowly… steadying himself.His fingers twitch slightly at his side, like he’s fighting something internal… something he refuses to name. His jaw clenches, unclenches, then tightens again.Then, he pulls out his phone.His thumb hovers over the screen for a brief moment, just one second of hesitation, before he taps a contact.Xavier.The line rings once, twice, then…“Yeah?” Xavier’s voice comes through, low, amused… like he’s been expecting this call.There’s faint background noise….music, laughter, the clink of glasses….like Xavier is somewhere lively, completely unbothered.Albert’s expression hardens.“It’s done. I carried out my plans with the third person involved.”There's a pause, then a soft chuckle from the other end.“Already? That was fast.”“I have her,” Albert says coldly. “Stephani
The drive starts easy and calm…too calm.Stephanie leans back, relaxing.Her guard lowers… just a little.She even glances out the window, watching the streets pass by.The city slowly fades behind them, replaced by quieter roads, fewer cars… fewer people.Her eyes flicker toward Albert.He’s focused on the road, and he's calm…too calm.His fingers tap lightly against the steering wheel—slow, controlled… almost like he's counting something in his head.“Okay,” she says. “So… talk.”“Not yet.”She frowns. “Why not?”“Better in person,” Albert replies.“We are in person,” Stephanie counters.“You know what I mean,” Albert insists. “I don't like talking while driving.”She sighs.“Albert…”“You’re being weird,” she adds, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Since when do you care about ‘how’ you talk?”But she lets it go….for now.An hour passes, then her brows slowly pull together.“We haven't gotten to the restaurant yet? You've been driving since ages,” Stephanie says and squints her eyes to
The decision is made the moment Albert walks out of that bar.It's not written, but sealed somewhere deep in the cold, calculated part of him that no longer hesitates when it comes to getting what he wants.And because he doesn't rush or act on impulse, he plans every move, every action, every second.It takes him three days to actually carry out his plan.Three days of silence.Three days of watching Marcella laugh with Lucas.Three days of his jaw tightening every single time.~~~~The bell rings loudly across the school hallway.Students spill out of classrooms in waves….laughing, arguing, dragging bags behind them, completely unaware that something dangerous is already unfolding among them.Albert stands at the far end of the corridor, still, silent and watching.One hand tucked into his pocket. The other resting loosely by his side, but the slight flex of his fingers gives him away. He’s not calm. He’s controlledHis eyes move slowly, calculating… scanning faces until he sees
Albert sees the car approaching him, but it's too late to avoid, and too deliberate to ignore.His instincts kick in instantly.He slams his brakes hard, and the tires screech slightly against the road.Silence follows….a dangerous kind, and for a second, nothing moves.Then, Albert’s car door swings open hard.He steps out, and the air around him shifts instantly.It's dark, heavy and explosive.His jaw is tight, and his eyes are burning.His footsteps are measured as he walks toward Xavier, but every step carries weight….like he's already decided how this ends.“Who the hell do you think you are?” Albert’s voice is low, but laced with fury.He doesn’t wait for an answer.He grabs Xavier by the collar fast and violently, pulling him forward.“Blocking my path like that….are you looking to die?”But Xavier doesn't react. He doesn't even flinch.Not even a flicker.Instead, he chuckles low, soft and amused.And that…That is what snaps something in Albert.His grip tightens instantly, h
~LUCAS~The classroom never really returns to normal after everything that happened, even though it tries to.Voices rise again, chairs scrape, someone even laughs a little too loudly as if forcing life back into the room….but something has shifted. Something unseen, heavy, lingers in the air like a storm that hasn’t decided when to break.And I feel it.Even as Marcella’s fingers remain laced with mine, even as she stands close enough for me to still feel the warmth of her body… there’s a tension crawling under my skin.Not from her.From everything else.From the way the room had gone quiet earlier.From the way those men had listened to her.From the way Albert had looked…My jaw tightens slightly.I hadn't missed it.Not the door opening. Not the figure standing there. Not the silence that followed.I glance briefly toward the entrance now, but Albert is gone.Still… the echo of his presence remains.I exhale slowly, then look back down at Marcella.She’
Across campus, outside the main building, Albert doesn’t stop walking.His steps are sharp, precise, controlled, but the tension in his body is anything but controlled.His jaw is still locked, and his fist still clenched.Students pass him, some greeting him cautiously, some stepping out of his way entirely.No one is stupid enough to stop him right now.Because there’s something in his expression that makes it very clear he's not in the mood…at all.He reaches his car.The sleek black Lamborghini sits under the sun, polished and untouchable… just like him.For a moment, he just stands there breathing…. once, twice.Then suddenly, his fist slams against the roof of the car.A sharp, controlled hit.Not loud enough to draw attention, but hard enough to release something.“Damn it.”The word slips out low, rough, filled with restrained fury.His hand drags through his hair as he exhales sharply.That image….Marcella in Lucas’ arms.Marcella looking at Lucas like that.Marcella… choosin
~ELENA~The moment we all got into our various rooms to freshen up after the best sex I've ever had in my life, I hear the car horns blare loudly and the front doors open.Mom and her husband are back.I quickly lock my door. I don't want to have any more conversations wi
~ELENA~My three stepbrothers turn to me after Giacomo leaves.I stare back at the three identical faces.And I…I don't know what to say.My breath comes in shallow puffs.I grip the edge of the sink to keep from sliding to the floor.They didn't hit him.Not really.But the
~VINCENZO~ Some minutes after Elena leaves with her friends, the doorbell starts to ring.And whoever that's ringing seems impatient as they keep pressing the bell over and over again.I groan loudly and walk to the door to open it as Riccardo and Nico don't make a move to open
~ELENA~Vincenzo's hand trails down to my thigh, lifting it slightly to his hip.“Do you want that?” He asks roughly. “Do you want us?”I should say no. I should.But what comes out of my mouth is a whisper.“Yes.”All three of them groan.“Your wish is our command, my vixen,” Ri







