TEN DAYS LATER
Rosa's head throbbed, the lines of her vision unclear, Her eyelids twitched and Slowly, she forced her eyes open but the sight before her froze her to the spot.
Hana’s body was slumped over the steering wheel, blood dripping beneath her.
"Mom!" Rosa screamed, her voice raw but it sounded distant, as if someone else was shouting.
Her vision blurred again and when she opened her eyes this time, the world around her had shifted.A
white ceiling stretched above her and a sparkling chandelier.
What is this place?
Her heart raced wildly and she struggled to sit up, but the room spun around her.
A voice broke through her confusion "How do you feel, miss?"
Rosa turned her head toward the sound. A woman in a white coat stood by her, administering something through an IV, her face cold and impersonal.
"Who are you?" Rosa rasped, her throat dry.
"Where's my mom?"
the woman seemed to hear the question, but she didn't answer right away. Instead, her gaze flicked briefly to Rosa and then back to the IV, as if the question didn't warrant an immediate response.
"I'm Dr Mira" she said flatly "I have been assigned to care for you"
A sharp pain shot through Rosa’s head, and her hand instinctively went to her head, where a bandage was wrapped tightly.
Dr. Mira sighed, her fingers quick and efficient as she gently removed Rosa's hand from her head. "Don't touch it" she said
She helped Rosa sit up slowly, and the world tilted, forcing Rosa to steady herself. She glanced around, the room was massive, stretching farther than she could make out. Large windows opened to the outside, where curtains swished in the breeze that smelled faintly of saltwater.
The sound of distant waves flooded her senses, but it felt wrong, out of place.
Rosa's stomach twisted. Her anxiety grew with every breath. "Where is my mom?" she repeated, her voice breaking "And where am I?"
Before Dr. Mira could respond, the door creaked open and a maid entered, Rosa barely glanced at her; her focus was on the doctor.
Dr. Mira hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting to the maid and back to Rosa. "You're in Silvio Romano's mansion" she said flatly.
"Silvio?" Rosa repeated, her voice thin with disbelief.
Dr Mira nodded
Rosa's chest tightened "This can't be... I can't be here!" she screamed, the words tearing out of her
Her eyes snapped to Dr Mira, then to the maid who stood motionless by the door.
"My mom... where is she?" Rosa's voice
trembled "I need to see my mom." Tears blurred her vision
"Miss... your mom didn't survive the accident,"
Dr. Mira said
The words hit Rosa's chest like a heavy blow, she gasped "No…no.. no, this isn’t true" she whispered hoarsely
Dr. Mira's gaze remained fixed on Rosa’s and the silence felt suffocating.
"It's true, miss" the maid's voice cut through the silence
“No!” Rosa screamed, her hands flew to her hair
tugging at it as if she could rip away the pain. "You're lying! You both are lying!"
Dr. Mira stepped forward, her hands reaching out in an attempt to calm Rosa "Miss, you have to calm down"
But Rosa's body jerked away from her touch.
Her arm shot out, shoving Dr. Mira aside with a force she didn't know she had. Dr. Mira stumbled back, landing hard on the floor with a sharp grunt.
Rosa's breath came in ragged gasps as She pointed a shaking finger at Dr. Mira, her voice rising with fury. "Did Silvio tell you to lie to me? Did he?"
Dr. Mira's eyes narrowed, and her patience snapped. "Enough. Your mom is already dead, so accept it and stop making a fuss."
Rosa's blood ran hot with rage. "Shut up!"she yelled. Without second thoughts, she pulled the drip needle from her hand and threw her legs over the side of the bed, her body unsteady as she tried to stand.
Before she could take another step, Mira's hand
shot out, seizing her wrist. "Where the hell are you going?"
"To go look for my mom," Rosa said, her eyes locking onto Mira's
Mira smirked, her lips curling with cold amusement. "Go then," she sneered, loosening her grip.
Rosa didn't waste a second. She pushed past
Dr. Mira and strode toward the door,. As she reached for the door handle, the maid stepped in her way, her figure stiff "You can't go out, miss," the maid said,
Rosa's heart pounded in her chest as she took a step forward, her hands trembling with the urge to shove the maid aside. But before she could act, Dr. Mira's voice rang out,
"Let her pass. Don't stop her."
The maid hesitated but nodded, stepping aside slowly, her gaze never leaving Rosa.
Rosa's bare feet hit the cold tile of the house as she rushed down the hall.Her pulse raced in her ears, her breath shallow as she moved like a woman possessed, desperate for something.
Finally, she reached the front door. She flung it open, only to freeze in shock at what lay beyond. There was no land, no familiar sight—just water, stretching to the horizon in every direction. The sea crashed against the shore in waves
She stumbled back, her legs giving way
beneath her. She collapsed to her knees in the
soft, wet sand. Tears flooded her eyes, burning
her skin as they spilled down her cheeks.
Then, the sound of heavy footsteps reached her ears, snapping her back to reality. Her head shot up, eyes wild. Five men in black moved toward her,
Dr. Mira stood behind them, her expression cold and unreadable.
Rosa's chest heaved as she struggled to rise, her body weak. She had to get away-she couldn't stay here. She repeated the words to herself as she staggered to her feet, tears blurring her sight.
She sprinted toward the blue sea, her feet dug into the wet sand
"I can't stay here..." she whispered again, her legs aching with each step.
But before she could reach the water, a hand closed around her shoulder, wrenching her back. She gasped, twisting in panic, only to find one of the men gripping her firmly.
Her heart skipped as she saw Dr. Mira
approach, a syringe glinting in her hand. Rosa's pulse quickened. "Let go of me!" her voice breaking as she struggled to break free.
Dr Mira stepped up to Rosa and before Rosa could react, she felt the sharp prick of the needle in her neck. Her body froze.
For a moment, the world blurred.. her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Her body slumped, and her vision faded, swallowed by the blackness.
The next day, Elena stood just outside the airport, her suitcase by her side. She paused, eyes darting across the busy drop-off lane, then tightened her grip on the handle and rolled it inside.In the waiting area, she sank into a chair, still with time before her flight. She drew a slow, shaky breath. Her fingers trembled as she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her phone.For a long moment, she stared at the screen. Her thumb hovered above Jia's contact. Her lips parted, just barely as though preparing to speak even before the call connected. But then she stopped. A quiet sigh escaped her. She pressed the power button and slid the phone back into her pocket.Overhead, the intercom crackled "Flight SQ123 to Singapore now boarding"Elena's eyes flicked up. A glint of resolve passed over her face. She stood, grabbed her suitcase and headed to the gate.At the check-in counter, she handed over her boarding pass, barely meeting the attendant's gaze. Then she was walking again,
After snapping a few photos—carefully angled and discreet—Jia curled her lips into a satisfied smile."I never thought l would stumble on such a sweet moment" she murmured to herself.She didn't drive off right away. Instead, she lingered, eyes trained on the scene unfolding before her—Damian slowly pulled away from Mira, only for Mira to hand him a large envelope. He opened it with care and Jia's breath caught as she recognized the familiar shape and grainy black and white image. A pregnancy scan.She knew it the instant she saw it—how could she not? She had once held similar images of her own children.A soft smile crept onto Damian's face. Then his eyes dropped to Mira's rounded belly. Gently, he placed a hand on it, rubbing in slow, reverent circles.Mira smiled too.Jia's breath hitched. Could it be...? No.She shook the thought from her mind. She wasn't going to assume anything. Not yet.Moments later, the both climbed into their car and drove off. Jia let out a breath she hadn
Tiziano didn't miss a beat. He gave the men a curt nod. "Leave” They rose without a word, offered brief bows and exited, the door clicking shut behind them.Tiziano reached for a glass already filled with whiskey, swirling it leisurely as he regarded her "What is it you want?""Why did you fire Brandon?" Elena snapped.A smirk tugged at the corner of Tiziano's mouth. So, that's what this was about. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip without answering."You still haven't answered me" Elena said sharply.He downed the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, set the glass down and looked at her, eyes narrowing."You already know the answer" he said. "Maybe you should ask yourself.""You are being childish."Tiziano scoffed "Am I?""You are so unprofessional it's pathetic. You let your personal issues cloud your judgment. Brandon didn't do anything to deserve being fired."Tiziano stood and walked around the desk, sitting casually on its edge. "He did one thing,” he said co
"Why are you back so late?" he asked, voice low andsharp.Elena coughed, waving the smoke away "What are you doing here? And how did you get in?"Tiziano didn't answer. His eyes followed her every move as she stepped toward the window. Just as her fingers grazed the curtain, he shot up, grabbing her arm and spinning her around."You don't walk away when I'm talking to you" he snapped.She flinched but refused to meet his gaze. Her eyes flicked back toward the window. She tried to pullfree but his grip only tightened."Let go" she said quietly.Tiziano ignored her, his voice dropped to an icy whisper. "Was I not clear when I said you are mine?That no man is allowed to touch you—let alone take you out? But you—" He yanked her closer "you went against my words and let Brandon touch you"Elena's hands balled into fists at her sides, she stayed silent but when Tiziano gripped her chin, forcing her to face him, she felt the tremor of her breath. His eyes bored into hers."You are real
She stood up and gathered her clothes from the floor, then hurried to the bathroom. Moments later, she emerged, grabbed her bag from the same spot, opened the door and stepped outside.Everywhere was quiet. No sign of Tiziano. Not even serena, the woman she had seen last night. She booked a ride. Less than ten minutes later, the car pulled up outside Tiziano's gate. She got in and it zoomed off.When she arrived home, she made her way straight to the bathroom. She peeled off her dress and stepped into the shower. Water cascaded from her head down her body, washing away the night, but not the voice echoing in her mindYou are mine now. Stay away from other men.She quickly shook the thought away. After her shower, she dressed in a pair of fitted jeans, a white crop jacket, and clean white sneakers.Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Elena stepped outside and got into her car parked out front.She drove to the company building. Upon arrival, she remained in the car for a couple of min
Elena stood in front of the mirror, fully dressed and almost ready to leave. She had on plain black pants and a white silk shirt but Tiziano's words echoed in her mind "Dress nicely"With a sigh, she turned back to the wardrobe and pulled out a black silk gown. It was short, elegant and backless, revealing the delicate butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. She slipped into it quickly, then reached up to untie her messy ponytail.Her hair tumbled in loose waves down her back, softening her look.A sharp car horn broke the silence.That must be his driver, she thought.She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. The moment she opened the front door, she spotted the black car idling at the curb. As she approached, the driver stepped out quickly and opened the back door for her."Thank you" she murmured.The driver gave her a polite nod, then returned to the front seat. The engine roared softly as they pulled away from the curb.Elena sat quietly, her fingers curled tightly around the strap