Waking up to serious migraines, Aria found herself with her hands and legs tied to a bed, something she never thought could happen to her. The excruciating pain in her head made it difficult to recollect what had happened before she blacked out, and the blinding sunlight streaming through the gigantic windows only intensified her discomfort.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and a woman who looked like a Victoria's Secret model entered, dressed in a short, armless gown that accentuated her stunning figure. Even Marilyn Monroe would have been envious of her beauty, Aria thought as the woman strutted toward her, carrying a tray with a glass of water and what appeared to be a pill container.
Feeling weak, Aria attempted to sit up but fell back onto the bed. The woman regarded her with an unreadable expression, saying nothing as she forced a pill into Aria's mouth, followed by a sip of water. Aria struggled against her, but her strength was fading. As the woman turned to leave, she said, "The pill will get rid of the headaches. You should feel normal when you wake up." With that, she slammed the door behind her.Confused about whether the mysterious woman was being kind or cruel, Aria pushed those thoughts aside. All she could think about was escaping and finding her brother. Questions swirled in her mind: Who was after Jace? Who had he mentioned that she needed to join? Why had he returned after years of silence? Who was the man that had abducted her?
As she fought against the effects of the pill, trying to stay awake, exhaustion finally took over, and she blacked out into a dark, hazy dream.
In her dream, she was at a club where people with skills like hers gathered. She had just succeeded in decoding messages that no one else could, a task she had worked on for weeks. Relief and happiness washed over her as she hit "send," delivering the decrypted file to her client.
Suddenly, her friend Alex tiptoed into her makeshift fort and blew air into her ears.
"Arghhhh!" Aria screamed. "Alex! You scared me! I told you to stop doing that, you dickhead."
"What? I'm not the one smiling creepily at a screen, you weirdo," Alex replied.
"I wasn't smiling at the screen, dumbass. I was smiling at my genius doings. I finally decrypted the file!"
"Really? Omg, we have to celebrate! Let’s go to Maison’s."
"Hell yeah! Let’s drink and party! But first, I have to go home to freshen up. I haven’t been home in weeks."
"That’s cool. Let’s meet in two hours, and you better be looking smoking hot and party-ready!"
They exchanged goodbyes, and Aria left for home. As she walked in the front door, she was about to yell her famous line when she froze. The furniture was in shambles, glasses and artwork lay shattered on the floor, the whole place looked like it was turned upside down.
"Mom! Dad!" she called out, but there was no response. As she ventured further inside, she found her mother lying in a pool of her own blood at the foot of the staircase.
"Oh my God, please! Mom, please wake up! Mom!" she cried, her face pale and streaked with crimson as tears streamed down her cheeks. She tried to call for help, as she stood up.
She screams in tears as she looks for her father. "Dad! Dad!"
Then she rushed into her parents' room and found him with blood gushing out of him everywhere, he was soaked in his own blood and was choking on it. She ran to him lifting his head screaming, what happened? Who did this, omg dad! Dad! She called out to him.
"Dad! What happened? Who did this?" she screamed, lifting his head in desperation."Run, Aria," he gasped, blood spilling from his mouth. "They... they will be back."
"Who are they?" she cried, still holding his head carefully, but he stopped breathing.
Numb and in shock, Aria sat on the floor, staring around with wide eyes. Suddenly, she screamed, waking herself from the nightmare. Tears streamed down her face, not for any specific reason, but from sheer exhaustion.
A few minutes after regaining consciousness, she heard hushed voices arguing nearby. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she lay still in bed, eavesdropping.
“¡Mierda! You need to think about this logically, Alejandro. You’re letting your emotions control you, which isn’t good right now!”
“Enough! Juan, I’ve heard enough! Stop talking to me like I’m a goddamn child! I’m very much aware of the situation and will do what’s right!”
Aria tried to shift her position, as she quietly tried to move on to her sides because her arms were starting to feel numb from the pressure of the ropes that had been on her legs for too long.
Suddenly, two faces loomed over her, both looking furious.
“Glad you could finally join us,” said a handsome man, whom she recognized as Juan. She turned her gaze to Alejandro, who was staring at her with an emotionless expression, scrutinizing her intently.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Juan asked, his voice groggy from disuse.
“No,” Aria managed to reply, shaking her head weakly.
“You’re here because your imbécil of a brother thought it was wise to kidnap Alejandro’s sister as leverage so he wouldn’t die or pay his debt after getting caught stealing,” Juan explained, giving her a disdainful look.
Confused, Aria wanted to ask what Jace had stolen and promised to pay it back if they let her go. She had an inkling of the dangerous business they were involved in, and it terrified her. Alejandro remained silent, his piercing gaze fixed on her.
Juan continued, his voice dripping with contempt. “You see, Aria, your brother’s been playing with fire. And now, you’re caught in the crossfire.”
“What... what did he steal?” she stammered, almost whispering.
Juan chuckled coldly. “Your brother thought he could steal from Alejandro’s shipment. Cocaine, to be exact.”
Aria’s eyes widened in horror, involuntarily flicking her gaze to Alejandro. His expression remained impassive, but his eyes seemed to bore into her soul.
“Oh God!” she whispered.
Juan leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to pay for your brother’s mistakes.”
Aria’s heart sank. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. Suddenly, Alejandro stepped forward, his presence commanding attention.
“Juan,” he said, his voice deep and menacing.
Juan straightened, his expression wary. “Yes, boss?”
Alejandro’s gaze never wavered from Aria. “Leave us.”
Juan nodded and swiftly exited the room, leaving Aria alone with Alejandro. The silence was oppressive, and her heart pounded in fear and anticipation of what would happen next. Overwhelmed, she burst into tears.
The storm came in the middle of the night, heavy and relentless, with wind that screamed like ghosts clawing at the windows and thunder that shook the walls of the estate. Aria woke with a jolt, heart thudding against her chest, her hand instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed only to find it empty. The sheets were still warm where Alejandro had been lying moments ago. She sat up slowly, listening. No footsteps. No voices. Just the rumble of rain and the hollow echo of her own worry filling the room.Wrapping a robe around herself, she padded barefoot down the hallway, her eyes scanning every shadow. The storm outside seemed to seep into her bones, a reflection of the unrest brewing within her. The revelation of Luciana, Miguel’s sister, had shaken her more than she’d let on. It wasn’t just about another enemy, it was about history. About the kind of legacy blood carries whether you want it or not. If Luciana was anything like her brother, then they weren’t just facing a
The warmth of the morning sun did little to erase the lingering tension in the estate. Though the threat to Jace had been lifted, and Alejandro had begun mending the cracks between them, there was an air of unfinished business hanging over everyone. The silence in the hallways was not peaceful, it was watchful, heavy with the weight of memories and anticipation of what could come next. Aria felt it in the way the maids moved, whispering behind corners, in the way Alejandro’s guards doubled their shifts without complaint, and in the way Sophia barely left Jace’s side.Inside the master suite, Aria stood alone in front of the mirror, slowly tying her hair back. Her hands trembled slightly. There was a bruise on her wrist, faint but still visible, a reminder of the scuffle at the warehouse. She ran her fingers over it not out of pain, but remembrance. The past few days have changed everything. Love wasn’t a fairytale she’d grown up dreaming about. It was brutal, it was aching, it was the
The journey back to the estate felt endless. Alejandro drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as though holding it could keep him from falling apart. Jace sat in the backseat, his head resting against the window, bruised and bandaged. Aria was beside him, her fingers interlaced with his, like she couldn’t risk letting go. Valentina was quiet too, arms crossed, her jaw set, eyes watchful through the rearview mirror. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was the aftermath of a storm that had left all of them changed.Aria couldn’t stop glancing at Jace. Even with his cuts and injuries, he still looked like the boy who had grinned at her from Alejandro’s rooftop, the man who had fought for her when Alejandro didn’t know how. She kept replaying the moment he opened his eyes and said her name, the rasp in his voice, the relief in it. She had been so close to losing him, and it terrified her how easily life could tilt into tragedy. All that time
Alejandro stood still in the middle of that abandoned building long after the recording ended, his fist clenching around the cracked phone until his knuckles turned white. There was something different about hearing Jace’s voice, something raw. He wasn’t speaking like a man running from guilt. He was speaking like someone fighting for something more sacred than survival. The fear in his tone hadn’t been for himself. It had been for Aria. And that realization twisted something sharp in Alejandro’s chest. He had doubted his brother. Worse, he had turned his back when Jace might have needed him the most. The guilt was thunderous, the silence around him heavier than bricks.Sophia stood by the doorway, watching him. “Do you want to keep searching here?”“No,” he finally said, his voice low and broken. “He’s not here anymore. But we have a direction now. This wasn’t random. They wanted him alive. That means they still need him.”Sophia nodded slowly. “And that gives us time.”Alejandro loo
Morning crept in with a coldness that didn’t belong to the sun, but to the hearts of those who had spent the night wrestling with truth and betrayal. Alejandro stood in front of the mirror in his suite, buttoning his shirt slowly, mechanically, as if the simple act might distract his mind from the raging war within. There was a hollow ache in his chest, a dark void left by the thought that Jace, the man he called brother, might have handed over his secrets to enemies. But it wasn’t just anger that consumed him. It was the sting of disappointment, the disintegration of trust, the slow unraveling of a bond built on blood and loyalty.Downstairs, Aria sat at the breakfast table, untouched toast lying cold on her plate. Her thoughts drifted like smoke thick, suffocating. She didn’t know what was worse: the possibility that Jace was guilty or the fear that Alejandro might be wrong. Everything was turning to ash around her again. When she looked up and saw Valentina approach, there was no n
The night was thick with silence, but Aria’s heart was anything but still. She sat by the large bay window in her room, knees pulled to her chest, watching the stars blur through the film of unshed tears. Alejandro’s words from the garden echoed in her mind like a song she couldn’t stop humming. She wanted to believe him, God knew she did, but believing meant opening herself again to the kind of pain she wasn’t sure she could survive twice. It meant risking everything she had become, everything she had built inside herself since the moment he turned her life upside down. And still, some small, stubborn part of her ached for his touch, for the warmth that only he ever made her feel. That was the cruel truth her body still remembered what her mind was trying to forget.Down the hallway, Alejandro stood in front of his bedroom door, hand raised, knuckles grazing the surface but never knocking. He had said what he needed to say, and she had asked for time. He had to respect that. But pati