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Gabriella didn't leave. She stepped even closer."I know you miss your wife. I know it's always been her. I'm not trying to compete with Amelia. But I want to be here for you during this hard time. I talked to her, Alejandro. I visited her in jail. She gave me her blessing to take care of you and Leo while she's gone."Alejandro laughed, but there was no joy in it. "You're lying. Amelia would never say that.""She did." Gabriella's voice stayed calm. "She knows she might be in prison for a long time. She wants Leo to have a steady home. And your mother… she also gave me her blessing. She wants you to have help."Alejandro's face turned red. "I don't need your fake sorry or your lies. Get out of my house. You're the reason Amelia and I had problems. You're the reason everything fell apart. Leave!"Gabriella stood her ground. "No."Alejandro stepped closer, shouting. "I said get out! You're underestimating me. You ruined my life. You ruined my marriage. How do you think Amelia will

FAVINO PENTHOUSE – MASTER BEDROOM – 8:00 PM – THREE DAYS LATERThe master bedroom felt strangely quiet. Gabriella stood in the middle of the room, looking around with a critical eye. She opened her large designer bag and pulled out a soft silk robe, then more clothes, perfume bottles, and expensive jewelry. The bag was overflowing.Clara walked in carrying two more heavy bags. She set them down carefully near the walk-in closet.“Where do you want these, señora?” Clara asked.“By the closet,” Gabriella replied. She looked around the room again, her lips pressed together in disapproval. “This place needs a complete change. The furniture is too dark and old. The curtains are ugly. We’ll redecorate everything. Anything that reminds Alejandro of Amelia has to go. I don’t want him thinking about her when he’s here. I want him to think about me. I want him to depend on me.”Clara nodded and started unpacking the bags. “Yes, señora.”Gabriella walked to the large window and looked out at

FAVINO PENTHOUSE – MASTER BEDROOM – 11:45 PMGabriella looked up at him, eyes dark with lust. “You taste so good,” she whispered, her voice husky, before taking him even deeper. Her mouth was hot and eager, sliding along his length with practiced skill. She hummed around him, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight through his body.Alejandro’s head fell back, a low groan escaping his throat. For those minutes, the guilt receded. There was only the wet heat of her mouth, the tight suction, and the sight of her on her knees before him—hair tousled, lips stretched around him.After a few minutes, he pulled her up roughly. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down and climbed on top of her, their mouths crashing together in a feverish kiss. His hands explored her body greedily—squeezing her full breasts, pinching and rolling her hardened nipples, then sliding down between her legs.“You’re so wet already,”

LANGSTON LEGAL OFFICES – PRIVATE CONFERENCE ROOM – 5:00 PMRebecca stopped at the door and turned around. Her eyes were cold as ice."I'd rather be broke and starving," she said, "than rich and rotten like you two."She reached into her bag and pulled out a thick envelope. She slapped it on the table."You have twenty-four hours to call off Aurelia Jones from Amelia's case. Or these psychiatric files go to every news outlet in the city. They prove you're a psycho who belongs in a hospital, not running a law firm."Sophia's face finally cracked. Her lips trembled. "You wouldn't dare."Rebecca smiled, but it was ugly and hard. "Try me, you snake. I'll bury you so deep you'll never see daylight again."She opened the door and walked out. The click of the door sounded like a gunshot.Sophia sat down slowly, her knuckles white on the table. "She's going to be a problem."Gerald nodded, his jaw tight. "Handle it. Quietly. Break her if you have to."Sophia picked up her phone. "I'll crush

PRIVATE HOSPITAL – ROME, ITALY – 2:00 AMThe room stayed dark except for the soft green glow of the machines. Tubes ran into Miguel Favino’s arms. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, but that was the only sign of life. Scars covered the place where six bullets had torn through him one year ago.Lucas sat on one side of the bed, elbows on his knees, eyes bloodshot from another night with no sleep. Enzo sat on the other side, arms crossed over his big chest, tattoos shifting every time he moved.Lucas rubbed his face hard. “Twelve months today, Enzo. Twelve fucking months. The doctors said if he didn’t wake up by now, he probably never would.”Enzo kept staring at Miguel’s still face. “He’s the strongest bastard I’ve ever known. If anyone can fight his way back, it’s the boss.”Lucas let out a bitter laugh. “They shot him at the altar, man. Right in front of Amelia. Six bullets. He was dead when we got him here. They even pronounced him dead back home. How the hell di