Sergio stalked down the hallways of his mansion, his face a mask of steel. He arrived at her suite and paused outside the door, knowing she was hiding in there. She had been hiding for some time and finally, her time was up. Turning the knob, he pushed the door open and walked inside, his eyes cold and hard. She was seated in a plush chair but when she saw him, she stood up immediately, her eyes widening in fear "Figlio..." Munika began, her voice quavering. [Son...]Sergio took a few steps towards her, his face unreadable. He didn't say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes. He knew she was hiding something, and intended to find out what it was. "I... I" She could feel the cold sweat dripping down her back, and her hands were trembling so hard. What did Vicenta say to him? He could only be there for one reason. "I did not mean for things to turn out that way," she rushed out even without him saying a word. "I only wanted what was best for you, for our family."Sergio's eyes narrowed.

ONE MONTH LATER•••A sleek black Maserati pulled up to the entrance of the clubhouse, its polished exterior glinting under the pulsating neon lights. The engine purred before falling silent, and the crowd gathered outside couldn't help but stare as the driver's door opened.Enzo emerged, his well-tailored suit clinging to his muscular frame and hinting at the raw strength beneath the refined exterior. His presence commanded attention, the air around him crackling with an energy that was both dangerous and alluring.As he strode towards the entrance, the murmurs began. "It's him... he's back..." Eyes widened in admiration as they took in his new look. His skin was adorned with intricate new tattoos, snaking their way up his arms and neck, adding an edgy appeal to his already devastating charisma.He entered the dimly lit club, the pulsating music and sensual atmosphere a fitting backdrop for his return. He had left for an operation in the other territories but now, he was back.Without

NEXT MORNING•••Nestled in the serene outskirts of the city, the house stood tall and was a sight to behold. It was a blend of contemporary architecture and classic charm, offering a beautiful sight with its sun-kissed brick facade, expansive windows, and ivy-laden walls.Indeed, that was a good place for a fresh start."This is beautiful. If I were you, I would never leave this place" Rosana said to Carmencita as she took in the stately manor. They had just arrived at the Mistress's house but were still inside the car."Yes, it is, I can not thank you and Sergio enough." She paused briefly and drew in a shaky breath. "But I still think this is a bad idea. Vicenta is unwell and could harm you""You have said that a thousand times now, haven't you?""I know but I am worried. She would not look at me without screaming and throwing things at me. If she does the same to you, you will get hurt and it might affect the child you are carrying. Please, dear child, you have to reconsider."Rosa

Vicenta stood in stoic silence as Rosana's words sank in, her expression betraying nothing of the inner turmoil that raged within her. Despite her best efforts to remain aloof and detached, she couldn't deny the truth of her words—that her parents had loved her, and had sacrificed everything for her, even if they had made mistakes along the way.The mistake had claimed her father's life and she could still remember the way the knife sliced through his neck before his lifeless body fell on the ground. She could still remember how Carmencita had tried to shield her from the horrible sight but it was too late, she had seen it all. And what had she done at the end? Reject the same woman countlessly without even trying to listen to her. Wait, was she crying? No, she couldn't show weakness, not now. She had built her entire identity as Sergio's mistress around being strong, around never letting anyone see her vulnerable side. So she kept her face impassive, her posture rigid, as she turned

"Are you happy with him?" Rosana finally asked after some time. She had been silent since they left the room and tried to process everything. "Yes, I am""What changed? You did not sound so enthusiastic when we last spoke about him"Lucretia nodded and took a deep breath. "He gave me enough time and space to realize myself and what I wanted. He knew about my past but still accepted me without thinking about my class or if I had a fucking degree or not. He accepts me the way I am"She explained how everything started and how it ended with them confessing their feelings and fears on a boat. She was happy and Rosana could see it but despite the heartbreak and the shock, she couldn't bring herself to hate them. Her best friend was happy and that was all that mattered. Lucretia may have lied to her, but she also willingly told her the truth. The only reason they made an unprompted confession like that was because they realized something—That they were in love and wanted a fresh start wit