The restaurant buzzed with gentle chatter and glass clinking, creating an exquisite yet energetic ambience. Miguel and Tania sat at a table in the centre of the room, enjoying their dinner. Or, at least, Tania was attempting to.
Miguel had been in a bad mood all evening, and Tania was becoming increasingly agitated.
She tapped her fork against her plate and looked at him suspiciously. "Miguel, are you even listening to me?" Tania enquired, her voice harsh. Miguel blinked and shook his head, trying to focus.
“Sorry, what did you say?" Tania opened her mouth to answer, but her words fell silent as she followed Miguel's gaze.
Across the restaurant, Ximena entered, her presence impossible to ignore.
Ximena carried herself with grace and confidence, wearing a sleek black gown that shimmered in the soft lighting.
Heads turned as she walked to a table near the corner, her assistant trailing behind her.
Tania narrowed her eyes, her jealousy escalating. “Of course, it’s her,” she muttered under her breath.
Miguel didn’t respond. His eyes were glued to Ximena as if nothing else in the room existed. Her laughter rang out softly as she greeted a waiter, her smile dazzling.
“Miguel,” Tania hissed, her voice low but dangerous. “Stop staring at her.”
Miguel tore his eyes away reluctantly. “I wasn’t staring,” he said quickly, but the heat rising to his cheeks betrayed him.
Tania smashed her wine glass on the table, sending the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the edge. "Do not lie to me.
“You've been staring at her since she walked in." Miguel sighed and leaned back in his chair. "You are imagining things. Let us just finish our supper.”
But Tania wasn't going to let it go. Her rage erupted as she grabbed her glass of wine, her gaze fixed on Ximena.
"I'm not going to sit here while she prances around like she owns the place," Tania exclaimed, her voice quivering with wrath. Miguel's eyes widened in alarm.
"Tania, don't—"
Unfortunately, it was too late. Tania had already left her seat, heading across the restaurant with her glass of wine in hand.
Ximena was oblivious to the events developing behind her, as she reviewed notes on her phone. She scarcely glanced up as Tania reached her table.
"Ximena!" Tania's voice rang out loudly enough to get the attention of adjacent diners. Ximena looked up, shocked. Her look soon changed to one of calm composure as she noticed her sister standing in front of her, wine glass in hand, and rage in her eyes.
“Tania," Ximena responded calmly. "What a… surprise." Tania pulled her lips into a wicked smile.
"Oh, I am sure you were startled. Sitting here, all pompous and acting like you're superior to everyone else." Ximena lifted an eyebrow with an even tone.
"I do not recall inviting you to my table. "If you have anything to say, say it and leave."
Tania's voice raised, attracting even more attention. "Do you think you're perfect? Walking around in your fine clothing and security, appearing to be this powerful entrepreneur. But we all know you're a desperate little slut!"
Gasps erupted from nearby tables, and Ximena's assistant came forward, but Ximena held up a hand to prevent her.
"Tania," Ximena murmured, her voice calm yet sharp. "Your theatrics are not appropriate for this setting. Feel free to embarrass yourself. But don't imagine for a second that your remarks will influence me."
Tania's palm trembled as she tightened her grip on the wine glass, apparently intending to fling its contents at Ximena. But before she could react, a solid hand gripped her arm.
"Tania, that's enough," Miguel remarked, his voice low but strong. He drew her back with enough force to make her stagger slightly.
“Let go of me, Miguel!" Tania spat, but he didn't back down.
"We are leaving. "Now," Miguel replied forcefully, leading her to the exit. In the car, the silence seemed oppressive.
Tania sat seething in the passenger seat, while Miguel grabbed the steering wheel with white knuckles.
Finally, Tania burst. "What the hell was that, Miguel? Why did you stop me?"
Miguel sighed, his voice weary. "Because you were creating a scene, Tania." Do you know how embarrassing it was?”
Tania turned her head towards him, her eyes burning.
"Embarrassing? For whom, Miguel? Me? Or you? Or was it embarrassing because your beloved Ximena witnessed it?" Miguel's jaws constricted.
"This isn't about Ximena."
"Oh, don't you dare!" Tania shouted, her voice trembling from rage. "You can't sit there and pretend this isn't about her. You've been obsessed with her since the moment she stepped into that restaurant!"
Miguel cast a short glance at her before returning his attention to the road. "You're being ridiculous."
"Ridiculous?" Tania laughed angrily. "I am not blind, Miguel. I noticed how you looked at her. You couldn't take your gaze away from her, so don't even try to deny it!"
Miguel curled his fists around the driving wheel, keeping his voice low. “What do you want me to say, Tania? Did she catch my attention? Fine. She did. But that means nothing."
Tania's face twisted with pain and hatred. "Doesn't that mean something? Are you listening to yourself? Miguel, you divorced her because of me. Me! And now you're confessing that you're still attracted to her?”
Miguel breathed deeply, the weight of her words bearing down on him. "Tania, I did not say that. I only mentioned she drew my interest. She is different today. She's…"
"She's what?" Tania interrupted, her voice rising. "Better than me? Prettier? Smarter? Say something, Miguel!"
"No!" Miguel snapped, his irritation reaching a boiling point. "You are aware that I did not say anything like that. Stop putting words into my mouth!"
Tania's lip quivered, but her rage persisted. "You might not have spoken it, Miguel, but you're thinking it. I see it in your eyes. You regret leaving her."
The automobile came to a standstill as Miguel pulled over to the side of the road, unable to concentrate on driving any longer. He turned to Tania, his face twisted with rage.
"Tania, listen to me," he continued, his tone harsh.
"What occurred tonight was not about Ximena, you, or myself. It was about your incapacity to maintain self-control. You went over there to embarrass her and make yourself feel better. That is not who I am or who I want to be with."
Tania recoiled as if smacked. Her voice softened, but her words remained venomous. "So, Miguel, what are you saying? That I am the problem?” Miguel sighed and leaned his head back on the seat.
"I'm saying that this… this jealousy, this bitterness—it's going to destroy us if you don't let it go."
Tania glanced at him, her eyes welling up with tears. "You have already destroyed us, Miguel. You destroyed us the moment you started looking at her like that." With this, she unlocked the door and stormed out of the car.
Tania stood by the side of the road, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her body trembling with anger. She watched as Miguel’s car disappeared into the distance without so much as a second glance back at her. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. How could he just leave her there like that?With shaky fingers, she pulled out her phone and quickly dialled her best friend’s number. It rang only twice before a cheerful voice answered.“Hey, Tania! What’s up?”Tania could barely keep her voice steady. “Ana, I need you to come pick me up. Please. Miguel left me by the roadside.”There was a short pause. “He did what?”“Please, Ana,” Tania begged, her voice cracking. “Just come. I’ll explain everything later.”“Okay, okay, calm down. Send me your location. I’m coming right now,” Ana said, her voice turning serious.Tania sent the location and hugged herself tightly, trying to keep warm against the night breeze. Every minute that passed felt like an hour, but finally, Ana’s small white c
Miguel sat in his sleek black leather chair inside his glass-walled office at Ricardo Enterprises. The late afternoon sun poured into the room, bouncing off the polished floors and highlighting every expensive detail. His desk was stacked with folders, papers needing signatures, and contracts waiting for review.But Miguel wasn’t reading any of them.Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his elbows on the armrests, his fingers steepled under his chin. His eyes were fixed on nothing in particular.In his mind, he kept seeing her.Ximena.That night at the restaurant had played in his head at least a hundred times now. The way she walked in like she owned the whole place. The way her hair shimmered under the lights. The way her soft laugh floated through the air as she spoke to the waiter.She hadn’t even looked at him twice. Not once. Not even when Tania made a scene.That had hurt more than he expected.Miguel scoffed quietly to himself and rubbed his temples. Why was he thinking so
Ximena sat at her desk, her eyes locked on the screen. The latest decoy designs had been uploaded to a secure drive, and her team had monitored every single access point.One of the fake designs had just gone public.Her plan had worked. The mole had taken the bait.Lisa knocked once and stepped in, a folder clutched in her hand. Her face looked pale but determined.“We got him,” Lisa said quietly.Ximena stood. “You’re sure?”Lisa nodded, placing the folder on her desk. “Only five people had access to the decoy folder. Four of them were cross-checked and cleared by IT. But one person stood out.”Ximena opened the folder and scanned the list. Her eyes stopped at a name she hadn’t expected.“Victor Sosa?” she read aloud.Lisa leaned closer. “He’s been working here for about seven months. Always quiet. Never caused problems. But the login records match his access time. And the leaked design was downloaded from his workstation.”Ximena’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “I want him in my
Tania paced the floor of Ana’s apartment, her heels clicking angrily against the marble tiles.“She’s everywhere,” Tania snapped. “TV. Social media. Magazines. Acting like she’s some damn queen.”Ana sat on the couch, arms folded, sipping from a cup of coffee. “Because right now, she is,” she said dryly. “Everyone’s eating out of her hand.”Tania turned sharply. “And that’s the problem!”Ana raised an eyebrow. “So, what now? You want to fight her with a press release?”Tania narrowed her eyes. “No. This time… we go bigger.”Ana leaned forward, interested. “I’m listening.”Tania walked to the window, staring at the city lights. “We hit her where it really hurts—her name.”Ana’s eyes gleamed. “Public image.”“Exactly,” Tania said, her tone cold. “I’ve been digging through her background. People worship her like she’s perfect like she’s built everything from scratch. But what if we suggest… maybe she didn’t?”Ana tilted her head. “You’re thinking scandal?”Tania smirked. “Yes. A leak. A
The internet exploded overnight.News sites, gossip blogs, and social media platforms were flooded with a single headline:**“Leaked Video Exposes Billionaire CEO in Alleged Scandal!”**The video had been uploaded anonymously but was spreading like wildfire.It showed Ximena, seated at a boardroom table, appearing to say: *“I don’t care how we move the money—as long as it doesn’t come back to me.”*But the footage was shaky, the audio choppy. Something felt… off. Her lips didn’t quite sync with the words. Still, that didn’t stop the world from jumping to conclusions.By morning, Ximena’s name was trending for all the wrong reasons.At Antonio Enterprises, Rafael burst into her office, his face pale, tablet clutched in hand.“Miss Antonio,” he said breathlessly. “It’s everywhere. Twitter, YouTube, and every tabloid. You need to see this.”Ximena stood behind her desk, arms folded tightly. She took the tablet and hit play.The video filled the screen.She watched silently, her expressio
Ximena stepped out of her black car into the soft golden glow of the evening lights. The grand hotel hosting the exclusive industry event shimmered under the moonlight, filled with Mexico City’s most powerful executives, designers, and investors.Flashes went off the moment she arrived—paparazzi hadn’t been invited, but they always found a way.She ignored the noise, chin high, her cream silk dress hugging her figure. It didn’t matter that the media storm was still burning outside. She wasn’t going to hide.Inside the ballroom, conversations hummed like bees in a hive. Waiters floated past with flutes of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and secrets.“Miss Antonio,” someone greeted her, smiling politely. “Didn’t think you’d show tonight.”She returned the smile with practised ease. “And miss all the whispers? Never.”She moved through the room like a queen, shoulders back, her presence magnetic. But it wasn’t long before someone stopped her in her
Ximena paced back and forth in her office, heels tapping against the polished floor like a ticking clock. The city lights outside blinked through the tall windows, but her mind wasn’t on the skyline.Her mind was on **Leandro Cruz**.His voice echoed in her memory: *“Either we make history—or you go back to being a memory in his shadow.”*“Damn it, how such am I that this isn’t some sort of joke or probably a set up?” She muttered with a loud sigh as she stopped in front of her desk and stared at the black folder he’d left. It was still unopened.The knock at the door made her turn.Rafael stepped in, cautious. “You didn’t sleep last night, did you?”Ximena shook her head. “There’s no time for sleep.”He walked further in, eyeing the folder. “So… are you really considering it?”She finally opened it. Dozens of pages of plans. Names. Lawyers. Shareholder routes. All mapped out. A legal path to take over **Ricardo Enterprises**—piece by piece.“If you do this,” Rafael said slowly, “Migu
Ximena didn’t wait.The next morning, she drove straight to her father’s estate. The sun had barely risen, but her thoughts hadn’t let her sleep. Her fingers clutched the photo and the letter as the car pulled up to the familiar gates.The housekeeper opened the door. “He’s in the study,” she whispered, sensing the storm in Ximena’s eyes.Ximena didn’t knock. She pushed the door open.Her father looked up from his desk, surprised. “Ximena?”She tossed the photograph onto the wood surface.The black-and-white image of a smiling young woman stared up at him.And then the folded letter landed beside it.“Camila Antonio,” Ximena said sharply. “Tell me the truth.”Mr Antonio’s face went pale.“I don’t know what this is—”“Don’t lie to me,” she snapped, slamming her hand on the desk. “She was your niece. She died. And you erased her.”Her father stood slowly. “Camila’s death was… tragic. But it wasn’t my doing.”“She was going to expose something. That’s what this letter says. That’s why sh
The sun was barely up when Ximena Antonio stepped into her office, her heels clicking against the marble floor. A stack of press clippings, emails, and design mockups were already spread out across her desk—but her eyes weren’t on any of them.Her assistant, Lia, entered quietly with a thick, cream-colored envelope in her hand.“This just arrived by courier,” she said. “It’s… expensive.”Ximena raised an eyebrow, reaching for the envelope. The paper was heavy, embossed with a golden crest. She flipped it open and pulled out the invitation inside.Her breath caught for just a second.It was an official invitation to the **Global Luxury Fashion & Tech Summit** in Paris—**Antonio Fashion had been nominated for the Global Innovation Award.**She skimmed the details quickly, her mind moving fast.Not just the award. The attendees. The timing.But what made her stop completely… was the handwritten note clipped to the top corner. *“I’ve been watching your work from a distance. It’s time we
The quiet beep of machines filled the private hospital room, but Miguel Ricardo wasn’t listening. He stared at the ceiling with sharp, focused eyes—as if he were trying to remember something important.Pain tugged at his side every time he moved. The bullet hadn’t hit any major organs, but the recovery was slow. Clean shot. Professional. No trace.Carlos entered the room holding a file, dressed in his usual blazer, but today, his posture was tense. He didn’t smile.Miguel didn’t look at him at first. “Let me guess. Nothing.”Carlos exhaled and sat on the chair beside the bed. “The investigation hit a wall. No security footage. No witnesses. No digital trail. It’s being labeled a professional hit—clean and fast.”Miguel’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t show much emotion. His voice was low. “That wasn’t random. Someone wanted me out of the way.”Carlos hesitated. “You think this is business-related? Or something personal?”Miguel’s eyes shifted toward the door. He didn’t answer the questio
Miguel stepped out of the Ricardo Enterprises building just past midnight. The board meeting had dragged on for hours, and he was exhausted. The underground parking lot was almost empty, the echo of his footsteps the only sound.Carlos had offered to walk him to the car, but Miguel had waved him off with a tired smile. “I’m fine,” he’d said. “Go home. I just need air.”Now he regretted it.As he reached his car and unlocked it, he heard footsteps—quick, purposeful. He turned.Two masked men.“What the—”Before Miguel could reach for the handle, one man lunged at him, slamming him against the car. The second pulled a gun.Miguel fought back. Elbowed the man holding him. Tried to dodge—**Bang.**The gun fired.Pain tore through his abdomen. Miguel stumbled, gasped, and dropped to the ground.The attackers fled.He tried to speak, to call out—but the pain was unbearable. He lay on the cold concrete, eyes fluttering. Blood soaked his shirt.A security guard found him minutes later. “Sir!
Ximena started her day with rare peace.She moved through Antonio Fashion’s marble halls with her shoulders back, heels sharp, and chin high. #WornAmbition was still trending, not just in Mexico but across South American fashion circles. Women were stitching the phrase into tote bags, quoting her line under profile pictures, resharing her panel video on every platform imaginable.It had been a long time since she’d felt like she was winning on her own terms.She was halfway through a design review—her mind focused on fabric samples, fall textures, and the layering strategy for an international rollout—when the door slammed open.Lisa, breathless, burst in with a tablet clutched to her chest.“Ximena,” she said, voice tight. “We have a problem.”Ximena looked up, frowning slightly. “What now?”Lisa walked over quickly and handed her the tablet. “A distributor just pulled our flagship collection. Effective immediately.”“What?” Ximena took the tablet, her pulse quickening. She scanned t
The invitation arrived just after lunch, slipped into a thick cream envelope and hand-delivered to Antonio Fashion by a courier dressed in sleek gray.Ximena stared at it, untouched on her desk, while Rafael stood nearby with a worried frown on his face.“It’s last-minute,” he said, crossing his arms. “A public panel? With the press present? And Miguel scheduled to appear too? It feels like a setup.”She didn’t respond right away. Her eyes stayed on the thick paper, the gold-embossed logo of *Verve Luxe*, one of the city’s most exclusive media outlets. The panel was titled *Luxury Forward: Innovation, Identity, and the Future of Fashion*. She had declined when first approached weeks ago. At the time, her name had been in too many headlines.Now, it was back in them for all the wrong reasons.Rafael tried again. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’ve weathered worse. Skip it.”Ximena picked up the envelope, slipped her manicured finger under the seal, and opened it.“They’re putting
The glass doors of Antonio Fashion slid open with a soft whoosh, but the chaos inside was anything but quiet.Ximena didn’t need to be told something was wrong. She could feel it in the air. Voices murmured too fast. Lisa looked pale. Rafael was hunched over a tablet, tapping frantically. Two assistants were whispering near the stairwell with worry on their faces.She stopped at the center of the hallway, head high.“What happened?” she asked sharply.Lisa rushed forward and handed her the tablet without a word.Ximena took it. Her eyes flicked across the screen.**“EXCLUSIVE: Miguel Ricardo’s Secret Past with Tania Roberto—Photos Reveal Hidden Intimacy”**She didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch.Lisa spoke cautiously. “The photos are… everywhere now. Gossip sites. Social media. Even some mainstream outlets are running with it.”Rafael joined in, voice low. “We’ve pulled the interns from their desks and locked down our comms. No one is to speak to press. We’re tracking the leak’s source.”Xim
The sun was just beginning to rise when Ximena opened her eyes.Her bedroom was quiet. Too quiet.The space next to her was cold. Miguel was gone.But the ache he left behind wasn’t.She sat up slowly, her body still sensitive from the night before—her skin remembering the feel of his hands, her lips still tingling from the kiss that had shattered her guard.Her control, the thing she’d clung to for years, felt suddenly like silk slipping through her fingers.She hated it.By the time the city fully stirred, she was already dressed in a fitted black blazer and heels sharp enough to stab through glass.If she couldn’t kill the feelings, she could bury them under structure.Work was her armor.It always had been.—At Antonio Fashion, Rafael entered her office without knocking. He held a thick folder in one hand, a tablet in the other.She barely glanced up. “Good morning.”“You won’t think so in two minutes.”He dropped the folder onto her desk. On top of it, a printed alert from the l
Ximena woke with a jolt.Her sheets were damp. Her hands clenched tight around the edge of her pillow, her breath short, eyes wide open in the dark.It wasn’t the dream that had shaken her.It was the memory.The breath against her ear. The sharp grip around her waist. The muffled sound of her own heartbeat as one of the masked men whispered, “Don’t scream.”She hadn’t screamed.But she remembered every second.And worse than the panic—worse than the helplessness—was the echo of Miguel’s voice crashing through the warehouse.Calling her name like it was the only word left in the world.The warmth of his hands gripping hers when he finally reached her. The way he looked at her, like losing her had been the one thing he wouldn’t survive.She hadn’t known what to say then.She didn’t know now.But she got out of bed anyway.Showered. Dressed. Lipstick on. Spine straight.Because she was Ximena Antonio.And the world didn’t get to see her afraid.—By noon, she was sitting under blinding
Ximena walked through the heart of Antonio Fashion like she hadn’t in weeks. No press blocking the exits. No board whispers behind glass walls. No scandal headlines scrolling across her phone.For once, there was quiet.Real quiet.Her heels echoed softly across the design floor as she moved past fabric tables, mannequin lines, and racks of half-finished pieces. Interns looked up from their sketches. Designers paused their fittings. For a brief second, the entire room seemed to hold its breath.And then, life continued.Rafael caught up to her from the side corridor, clipboard in hand.“You’re getting good at silencing storms,” he said with a small grin.She didn’t return the smile. But her tone was clear.“I’m not here to keep things quiet,” she said. “I’m here to make them impossible to ignore.”Rafael nodded. “Still… people expected you to resign. You didn’t. You restructured the board. Leandro’s gone. And today, the staff walked in calm. Not afraid.”“They feared me before,” she s