"Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief. "Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of falling into an abyss.
View MoreThe air in the hospital waiting room was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin like smoke. No one moved. No one breathed.“Where is he?” Maria asked, her voice calm but deadly serious.Derek held her gaze. “Safe. For now. But he’s not ready to be seen—not until we know what we’re dealing with.”Maria’s brow arched. “Meaning?”“He woke up, but not fully,” Derek said. “His memory’s fractured. He remembers the shooting, but not the face behind the gun. He asked for you, Maria… and only you.”Jake’s jaw clenched. Caroline’s heart dropped.“What about us?” Caroline asked. “What does that mean for the rest of us?”“It means,” Derek said, “he doesn’t trust anyone yet.”Damien scoffed, brushing invisible dust off his designer coat. “How convenient. The old king wakes up just in time to watch his kingdom fall apart.”Maria shot him a glare. “You’re still here?”Damien smiled thinly. “For now. But make no mistake—your king is weak. If he was truly the man he used to be, he wouldn
Maria’s heels clicked sharply against the hospital floor as she closed the distance between herself and Damien. Her eyes didn’t flinch—icy, dangerous, and unreadable. She had seen men like him before—power-hungry sharks who smelled blood in the water and came circling. But Maria wasn’t prey. Not anymore.“You think this is the moment to make your move?” she asked coolly. “While Ancelotti lies in that bed, unconscious?”Damien spread his hands, his tone still light. “Timing is everything, darling. The city is hungry for leadership, and leadership isn’t about sentiment. It’s about action. Control. And the ability to take what’s yours without asking.”Jake snorted. “You mean stealing.”Damien tilted his head, amused. “Call it what you like. But when power changes hands, history remembers the bold, not the cautious.”Maria didn’t move. “And what makes you think you’ll be remembered at all?”Damien’s smile faltered—just for a moment—but it returned quickly. “Because while all of you argue
Cut the crap," Maria snapped. "You think I don’t know you had a hand in this?"Ric chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You give me too much credit. If I wanted Ancelotti dead, he wouldn’t be breathing right now."Maria’s jaw tightened. "Then why are you here?"Ric sighed, stepping closer. "Look, Maria. You’re smart. You know what happens next."She stayed silent, waiting.He smirked. "Ancelotti’s in a coma. His men are lost. His enemies are about to tear each other apart trying to claim his throne. And you… well, you’re in a unique position."Maria’s stomach twisted. She knew what he was getting at."You think I should take over."Ric’s smirk widened. "Not ‘should.’ Will."Maria clenched her fists. "Ancelotti isn’t dead."Ric’s eyes darkened. "But he might as well be. And the longer you wait, the more unstable things become."Maria swallowed hard. She hated how right he was.The underworld didn’t pause for anyone—not even for Ancelotti.If she didn’t step up, someone else w
The deafening gunshot shattered the night air.Jane’s heart lurched as she pulled Caroline toward the back door. Every instinct screamed at her to move faster. She couldn’t let Ancelotti or his men catch them.Another gunshot rang out, followed by the sound of tires screeching on the pavement."Get down!" Jane hissed, forcing Caroline behind the kitchen counter just as bullets tore through the front door. Glass shattered. Wood splintered. The entire house shook under the assault."Jake!" Caroline gasped, panic flashing in her eyes.Jane's mind raced. If Jake had fired first, that meant—"Shit," Jane muttered, crawling toward the back window. She peeked through the curtain and saw Jake crouched behind his car, gun raised, returning fire.Ancelotti stood in the open, unbothered. His men flanked him, their weapons trained on Jake.Caroline's breath hitched. "Jane, we have to stop this."Jane grabbed her wrist. "No. We need to get out of here before—"The front door exploded inward.A tal
Jane sat across from Jake in a quiet, dimly lit café, her fingers idly stirring her untouched cup of coffee. The tension between them was thick, a silent battle of thoughts playing in their minds.Jake had been hesitant about speaking up for weeks now, but after everything that had happened—the near-fatal shooting, Caroline’s erratic behavior, and Maria’s suspicious alliance—he couldn’t keep quiet any longer.“Jane, I need to tell you something.” Jake’s voice was low, cautious.Jane lifted her gaze, her expression wary. “What is it?”Jake leaned forward, lowering his voice further. “I feel like Ancelotti is the reason why your sister is so disturbed. You need to let her get rid of him.”Jane’s brows furrowed, her grip tightening around her spoon. “Get rid of who? Jake, Ancelotti is the father of my sister’s triplets.”Jake froze. His breath caught in his throat. “Really?”“Yes,” Jane whispered, glancing around nervously. “Keep quiet. That’s a secret.”Jake’s mind reeled. That changed
Days passed in a blur of preparation and careful maneuvering. Maria played her part perfectly, slipping into Ancelotti’s world as if she had always belonged there.She knew how to charm, how to manipulate, and how to make people believe what she wanted them to believe. Every word she spoke to Ancelotti was carefully chosen, every look calculated.She made him feel safe, secure, as though she was a confidant he could trust above all others.But in the back of her mind, she never lost sight of the bigger picture. She wasn’t just here to be another pawn in Ancelotti’s empire. She was here to take it.She had already begun to plant the seeds of doubt. It was subtle at first—a whispered word here, a carefully timed gesture there.She played on his insecurities, feeding him just enough to make him question his own people. His confidence, so carefully built over years, was starting to crack.And then, one night, as Maria sat across from Ancelotti at a lavish dinner, she knew the moment had a
Maria listened intently, her mind already working through the strategy in her head. She could see how it might work—Ancelotti was a family man, and like most people, he would do anything to protect his loved ones. But there were complications.The family wasn’t the only thing that made Ancelotti dangerous. His empire was built on loyalty and fear, two things that couldn’t be easily manipulated.“And what if Ancelotti doesn’t care enough about his family?” Maria asked, her tone casual, but her eyes searching for a flaw in Henderson’s plan.Henderson’s lips twitched with a small, calculating smile. “Oh, he will. There’s no doubt in my mind. And even if he doesn’t, we’ll make him. We’ll create a crisis, something he can’t ignore.His empire is delicate, Maria. His people are loyal—but loyalty only lasts as long as it’s convenient.”Maria considered that. She had known men like Ancelotti before—men who prided themselves on their control, their power, their ability to build empires. But em
Henderson chuckled softly, the sound of it echoing in the quiet room like a predator's growl. "You’re not just the key, Maria. You’re the master key. You’ve got connections, brains, and an instinct for power. You're the only one who can pull it off."Maria felt a small thrill at his words. There was no denying the fact that she had always been good at getting what she wanted.But there was something about this—the weight of the decision—that was different. Ancelotti wasn’t just a man to eliminate; he was a rival, a force to be reckoned with."And what exactly are you proposing?" she asked, her voice steady, though her mind raced with possibilities.Henderson’s eyes gleamed, and he leaned in closer, as if sharing a secret. "Ancelotti has a weakness. It’s not the obvious ones, the ones that people would think of. No, his real vulnerability lies in his people. His loyalty, or rather, his misplaced sense of loyalty."Maria’s interest piqued. "Explain.""Ancelotti has always protected his
The night air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey.The chandelier above cast a golden glow over the long mahogany dining table, its polished surface reflecting the flickering candlelight.The setting was intimate, elegant—exactly how Mr. Henderson liked things.Maria sat across from him, legs crossed, her silk dress clinging to her figure as she swirled the red wine in her glass. A slow smirk played on her lips. The rich, velvety taste coated her tongue as she took a sip, savoring the moment.She was no fool—this dinner wasn’t just about gratitude. It was a chess move.And in chess, every piece had a role.She watched as Henderson leaned back in his chair, his piercing blue eyes studying her like a man who had already won.His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, his suit tailored to perfection, his watch gleaming under the dim lights. He was the kind of man who carried himself like royalty—because in his world, he was king.But Maria?Maria had no intentio
CarolineI stepped through the front door, feeling so tired after a long day at work. I just wanted to relax and find my husband, Jeffrey. But when I walked into the living room, I was stunned with what i saw.There he was, laughing with another woman on our matrimonial bed."Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me.Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief."Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of fallin...
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