My head throbbed as I gradually regained consciousness, my senses awakening in tandem. To my dismay, I found myself bound to a chair, my hands tightly restrained behind my back. Though my feet were free, I pondered why they hadn't tied them as well. Above me, a glaring light illuminated the room, reminiscent of those interrogation scenes from dramatic soap operas.Without missing a beat, I discreetly pulled out a small cutter nestled up my sleeves, a tool I always kept at the ready for situations just like this. Its inconspicuous nature allowed me to bypass metal detectors effortlessly, and its concealment was equally effortless.Just as I began attempting to sever the ropes binding my hands, the door abruptly swung open, interrupting my covert endeavor. My focus shifted to a man who stood before me, his face partially obscured. I furrowed my brows at him, my expression betraying no hint of the escape plan I was secretly concocting."Hello, Mrs. Moretti," he greeted me, his words ring

Most of their inquiries revolved around the conference explosion. It occurred to me that they weren't there because of Marco's call, but rather to uncover what transpired at the hotel. "Ma'am, we really need your statement," one of the officers insisted."My wife can't recall anything. Let her rest," Marco replied, hoping to buy some time.The house staff hurriedly guided me indoors. Marco remained outside, engrossed in conversation with the police.Suddenly, Lucille's name crossed my mind. "Where is Lucille?" I inquired, turning to one of the staff members."Sir Marco has the latest information on Miss Lucille's condition, Ma'am."I felt conflicted. Should I confront Marco? Ronan's words still lingered in my mind, and I was determined to uncover the truth. Ultimately, I decided to base my beliefs on whatever Marco would tell me.I was in my room, and the household staff had been assisting me with bathing and changing since I wasn't in the right condition. Suddenly, Marco entered and

Marco's staff graciously opened the door for me. Stepping inside, I stole a glance at Marco through the rearview mirror as my car pulled away. There he stood, outside the house, attentively observing my departure. Overwhelmed by emotions, tears streamed down my face, a testament to the weight I carried within. Sensing my distress, my driver offered me a tissue, which I gratefully accepted. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't even noticed when we had arrived at my father's house.Rushing out of the car, I failed to bid farewell to my chauffeur. Anxious to find solace, I briskly entered the house.Violet's initial smile melted away as soon as she laid eyes on my expression. "Sis, what happened?" she inquired, concern lacing her voice.I held her tightly, tears streaming down my face, unable to contain the rush of emotions. Violet soothed me, her touch offering solace and comfort. Her concerned voice echoed in my ears, entwined with my own sobs.Seeking refuge, we sought shelter inside the hou

I struggled to find the right words, my mind blank as I faced him. It was frustrating not to be able to say everything was fine, as I used to. Accepting Marco back felt like disregarding what he had done to my mom and betraying her. Yes, we've moved past what my mom did to him and his family, but she's still my mother. No matter how flawed she appears to others, she's still my mom. I couldn't simply turn my back on her.But I love this man. Seeing him in distress, I couldn't bear it either."Go home, Marco. You might get sick if you stay out in the rain," were the only words that managed to escape my lips. I sighed, trying to hold back the tears welling up."I'm sorry to interrupt. I just want to make sure you're alright. If you need someone to talk to, reach out to your friends, Maddie. I know they can provide support. And if you feel like talking to me, I'm here. Just a phone call away."It was also painful to hear those words from Marco. He was fully aware that ever since our marr

In the following days, Marco attempted to engage in conversation with me, but considering his lack of willingness to support me through our separation, I made a firm decision to avoid meeting him. I couldn't afford to appear vulnerable. This situation transcended a mere disagreement.One evening, as I made my way home from the office, my vehicle abruptly broke down. The cause of the issue eluded me, and there were scarce passing vehicles in sight. Doubts nagged at me, questioning whether anyone would even stop to offer assistance.Surveying my surroundings, I found myself on a dimly-lit road, devoid of any oncoming traffic. Walking all the way home wasn't a feasible option.I retrieved my phone, contemplating who I could call for help. Marco's name initially caught my attention since he was listed as an emergency contact. However, I shook my head, mentally dismissing that option, and instead dialed Alec's number.It felt like only moments had passed when a cloth was forcibly placed ov