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Renee looked at the handsome man in the neat suit, frowning. “Good afternoon, you are Miss Renee? I'm Dori, the lawyer who was sent here.” Lawyer? “Lawyer for what? I am not related to any legal issues.” Renee was still peeking out of the door, not yet opening it, staring suspiciously at Dori. “I was sent to hand over the documents to you.” Dori seemed to be clearing his throat thinking about something. “You may not know me, but I'm a friend of Mike and Lia.”

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

Don't get out from your doorstep [Don't fall in love] Khushiyan nehi ish rah mein [There is no happiness in this path (of love)] Milte hein gham in chah mein [There is only sorrow in this desire (of love)] Gham se...... pyar na kar.... [Don't fall in love with these sorrows (of love)] Apni khabhi tu kasme na khana.... [Don't ever swear on yourself] Duniya ki rashmo ko tu nibhana.... [Always abide by the rules and rituals set by this world] Pachtayega tu warna dil sambhal jaa zara... [Otherwise you'll suffer so much, beware of that]

Dancing, in general, is so difficult, but slow dancing was far worse because he’s holding me so close as we swayed to the music and I wondered if I’m doing this right. “Just relax,” he whispered. “And just follow me.”

"So, talk to me. I need you to tell me how it felt, anything that felt wrong even slightly." Is he serious? I laugh. "Actually, first, you laughed. Why?" Oh, I did. "It wasn't at you, Daddy. You had just kind of kneeled before me at the perfect point of a song. It was something like, 'bow before the one you serve and get what you deserve' I can't remember the full lyrics, and it isn't a song I have heard before." He looks at me, confused. "I laughed because it was like you had bowed down before me, Daddy."

Well, open up your mind and see like me Open up your plans and damn you're free Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours So please don't, please don't, please don't There's no need to complicate 'Cause our time is short This oh, this oh, this is our fate I'm yours Oh, I'm yours Oh, I'm yours Oh, oh Baby, do believe I'm yours? You best believe, you best believe, I'm yours. I mentally nodded after he uttered the two last words.

Arriving home, the sound of the front door locked behind them echoed through the quiet apartment. Lina didn’t dare turn around, she stood perfectly still in her heels and skirt, her heart pounding in her throat. Damien's voice came low, right behind her. "Strip." He commanded taking a sit. Her breath hitched, her leg going weak from the dominant word. “Here?” she asked, blinking innocently. "I thought I said no questions, you broke a rule again." She obeyed, slowly peeling off her top, letting it fall to the floor, her bra followed after exposing her pretty chest to him.

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

Sandra's ex-boyfriend had cancer, yet he still found the energy to keep pestering her. So I anonymously sent him a sum of money to make him leave her alone. But when Sandra found what I'd done, she threw the bank card in my face and shouted, "Why would you humiliate a dying man with money? He's already pitiful enough!" I looked at her calmly. "You're my wife. You shouldn't be worrying about another man."

*** The words hung in the kitchen's sudden silence, reshaping everything I thought I understood about patience, about loyalty, about the particular kind of grief that could calcify over decades into something patient enough to wait twenty years for its moment. "Tell me everything," Dante said quietly. "All of it. I think, finally, it's time I understood exactly what my family has cost people I never knew to ask about." Marco's shoulders sagged, some final wall crumbling as he began, at last, to speak.