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When their bodies were completely bare and almost inseparable, becoming one once again, Portia gently laid Antonia on the large couch, their lips still locked in an intense kiss. The cold reality of the multi-billion-dollar corporate world and their years of harsh European exile softened entirely in the room's warm amber glow. Antonia's hands held tightly to Portia's nape, fingers tangled in her damp hair, while Portia's hands remained firm on Antonia's hips, grounding her in the moment. The ruthless executive who had once negotiated mergers disappeared, leaving only the raw, vulnerable woman whose heart was finally beating again. Portia's lips moved away from Antonia's to her neck, not to break their connection but to deepen it, inhaling a scent she had never forgotten, feeling the silky softness of her skin, and marveling at the familiar warmth. The sting of the golden chain hiding her ring gave way to the intense warmth of Portia's touch. Sometimes nibbling and biting

The storm outside finally quieted, leaving only a peaceful dusk to illuminate the valley. Portia awoke suddenly as the fading evening light seeped through the glass doors, instinctively reaching out to pull Antonia close against her chest. Her fingers encountered nothing but cold, empty space. Portia sat up quickly, her heart pounding fiercely as her sharp eyes swept the dimming room. Antonia was already gone, leaving the valley without a word. The modern villa was completely silent, seemingly untouched—as if the passion of the night had been nothing but a beautiful, fleeting dream. Yet for Portia, it still felt entirely real. The taste of Antonia's lips and the softness of her skin burned into her senses. She rose hurriedly, her movements frantic, her gaze searching the shadows until it settled on the brick hearth. The breath was stolen from her lungs. The gold crescent moon and star necklace lay silent on the mantle, with the ring threaded through the thick golden chain. The da

"W-what?" Portia whispered, utterly unable to believe what she was hearing. She stared at Antonia, her mind reeling. "That's something, Antonia. We just had sex—" Before she could finish the word, Antonia cut her off mid-sentence, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper. "Think of it as a gift from me then," Antonia said, her face an unreadable mask despite the silk nightgown clinging to her skin. "And let it be a way for us to go our separate ways, as it already is." "No!" Portia protested, violently shaking her head as tears finally threatened to spill over. "We didn't do it for nothing. You didn't just give this away like some cheap gift! You love me, and I love you, Antonia—" Antonia hissed, sharply cutting her off. "You misunderstood me, Ms. Laurent. Nothing special happened. It was just a normal interaction between strangers who both needed something to pass the time." She spoke with an icy detachment, implying she was merely bored and used Portia for temporary e

Taking the paper, Portia tightly held the address and drove straight to the secluded estate in the northern hills. She didn’t show her face directly to Antonia, choosing instead to observe discreetly from a distance. Peering through the gaps of the heavy iron gate, she caught a glimpse of Antonia wandering around the sprawling lawn, her feet bare against the lush green grass. There was a raw, unfiltered vulnerability to her movements, entirely different from the untouchable CEO she pretended to be. Watching the quiet scene, a soft smile spread across Portia’s face. It was a genuine smile—one that, for the long years since she ended her relationship with Antonia, had miraculously appeared once again. Portia stayed to observe her for a while longer, quietly memorizing the way the soft breeze caught Antonia's hair before she finally turned back to her car and drove away. From that day on, that secret visit became a daily habit. It grew into a regular part of her routine, a quiet

Antonia stared at the screen, the reality of the trap sinking its teeth into her. Blood roaring in her ears, she grabbed her phone with white-knuckled fingers and dialed Monica's number. She didn't even wait for the other woman to speak the moment the line connected. "What the hell did you do, Monica?!" Antonia raged, her voice a harsh, echoing bark inside the quiet office. "Are you out of your mind? The merger contract—you altered it! You legally trapped me into a marriage!" On the other end of the line, there was no panic. No stuttering or desperate apologies. Just a long, heavy sigh that made Antonia's blood boil even hotter. "I'm sorry, but I am not sorry, Antonia," Monica replied, her voice entirely calm, steady, and devoid of regret. "You deserve it." Antonia gasped, completely stunned by the blunt defiance. "I deserve this? You compromised my entire company! You went behind my back with your lawyer friend to destroy my life!" "No, Antonia, I did it to save your life," M