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Luis sat in the pristine reception area of the Lucas corporate tower, the polished marble floors gleaming beneath his scuffed shoes. He kept his head low, fingers laced tightly together as he replayed his practiced lines in his head. If all goes well, he got himself at least a job interview, and that means a chance to get closer to Ariel. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft click on shoes on the marble floor. The receptionist returned with a clipped, polite smile. “Mr. Luis, right?” She asked. He nodded once, fixing his eyes on her. “HR is ready to see you.” She answered. Luis nodded again, standing up quickly. “Thank you.”Step one, check! She led him through a maze of hallways and glass-walled offices. The company’s wealth and power oozed from every corner. It had its walls adorned with awards, suits moving briskly in every direction, voices low and purposeful.This wasn't just any company, this was the peak of them all. Luis took it all in, just the mere presence of t

She had counted the lines on the ceiling too many times to keep track. She noticed each crack in the paint and every faint water stain had been etched into her mind. The hours crawled by at an agonizing pace, stretching thin beneath the heavy weight of her thoughts.Johnny had left hours ago. But she still felt helpless, helpless as one coup ever was. The house still felt like a prison. A quiet, opulent cage wrapped in silk curtains and guarded by men in dark suits with cold, unreadable eyes.She sat curled at the edge of the bed, knees drawn tightly to her chest, the dim light of a bedside lamp casting sharp shadows across the room. Right now, for her sleep was impossible. That was the very last thing on her mind. The silence was too loud, filled with every distant creak of wood, every muffled voice beyond her door. She listened, hyper-aware of the rhythm of the guards’ boots as they paced outside.She had to wait for the signal. But even that felt so tough and agonizing. Her th

Fifteen Years Ago — FlashbackThe rain hadn’t started yet, but the sky above the port warehouse was dark and shady, like the night itself was holding its breath.Dario leaned against the side of his car, glancing at his watch for the third time in two minutes. It was midnight. He was exactly on time, as always, but still no sign of Álvaro.He was beginning to get slightly worried. He tugged the collar of his coat up against the wind sweeping in from the sea. The briefcase in his hand was heavy, from the hard drives it carried, and from the weight of what it represented. Alexander’s final test. He had to get this deal right. And if he did according to Alexander that earns him a stake in his newest company, Alpha Corp. Dario had clawed his way up from nothing. He had no name, no wealth, just a sharp mind and a deeper hunger. He had been Alexander Lucas’s shadow for years. He served as his secretary, his strategist, errand boy and even his problem fixer. He had done everything, g

Johny didn't waste another second after barking out sharp orders. He stepped into the command room, filled with monitors, all playing clips of the surveillance footage. The command room was already humming with tension by the time Johnny entered, his presence casting a thick shadow over everyone inside. Monitors caught all the angles of the mansion, driveways, fence lines, entry points. A few of his men hovered near the playback controls, stiffening when they caught sight of him.“Roll it back,” he ordered, his voice like a cold blade.“Yes, sir.”The technician scrubbed through the footage from Ariel’s hallway. The timestamp glowed on the lower right corner—11:42 PM. The camera feed was normal.“Now slow it… Watch her door,” Johnny muttered.11:49 PM. There was still nothing.Then, the footage went static.The camera glitched out, cutting to a black screen of scrambled pixels.Johnny leaned forward, jaw clenched. “How long?”“Looks like the feed was disabled for about three minute

He pulled out the folder and then flipped it through. The first thing he saw was her address, the picture of a beautiful penthouse. That had to be Johnny's. It was a high end penthouse listed under Johnny’s name, and her name marked as his wife. The tag felt sour in Luis’s mind. He also saw recent photos of hers. Her face, still as beautiful as he remembered, even more than in fact. A picture of Ariel at a café, also one of Ariel walking out of a therapist's office. Ariel shopping—with a bodyguard just behind her.Luis froze at once, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, his heart sank into something more than despair. It was her standing at a balcony at night, fingers clenched around a railing, face turned to the sky.She didn't seem happy in this picture, nor did she in any of them actually. Maybe she was imprisoned by Johnny. She was staying there against her will. He memorized the address on the bottom left of penthouse acquisition papers and then he quickly slipped the