As she drove back to her Grandma's house, her mind was racing. The evening had been more than she’d hoped for, and for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was moving toward something good. But as she parked her car and walked toward the house, she noticed the curtains twitching. Jane and Granny had been waiting. Granny was sitting in her favorite armchair when Caroline tiptoed into the house, hoping to slip past unnoticed. But Granny’s sharp eyes caught her instantly. “Caroline,” Granny said firmly, her voice carrying the weight of authority. “Where are you coming from?” Caroline froze, gripping the strap of her purse tightly. “Uh… I was just… um…” Granny raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently. Jane, sitting on the couch with a smirk, chimed in, “She’s coming from a date with Ancelotti.” Granny’s expression shifted from suspicion to curiosity. “Ohhh, so I was right. And here I thought you were lying about going to your house.” Caroline’s face turned bright r
When Maralyn stormed into her house, the door slammed so hard it rattled the frame. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor as she stomped into the living room, muttering angrily to herself. "Unbelievable! Who does she think she is?!" she yelled, throwing her purse onto the couch. It missed and hit the floor with a loud thud, but she didn’t care. She marched over to the coffee table and swept everything off it with one furious motion—magazines, an old mug, and a small vase all crashed to the floor. Pieces scattered everywhere, but Maralyn didn’t stop. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and flung it across the room, hitting the wall with a dull thump. “Stupid, stupid Caroline!” she shouted, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Her hands flew to her hair, tugging at it in frustration. At one point, she yanked a picture frame off the wall. It was an old photo of her and Caroline, back when they used to be friends. She glared at it for a moment before hurling it to the
Caroline sat in the living room, absentmindedly flipping through a stack of papers she had brought from the office. Jane was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, occasionally throwing teasing glances at Caroline. “I think I’ll step out in a bit,” Caroline said, breaking the silence. “Maybe head back to the office and check a few things. If I run into Jeffrey, I’ll deal with him.” Jane raised an eyebrow. “You’re really going to face Jeffrey today? You’ve been avoiding him like the plague.” Caroline sighed. “I can’t keep avoiding him, Jane. It’s time I set things straight. He has to understand that I’ve moved on, and there’s nothing left between us.” Jane smirked. “Moved on? Sounds like Ancelotti is doing a great job.” Caroline rolled her eyes. “Please, don’t start. I’m just trying to focus on my life and my kids. Speaking of which, I need to stop by the school and check on the triplets later this week.” As she spoke, her phone vibrated on the coffee table. S
Jeffrey was practically vibrating with anticipation. His phone had buzzed with a message from the bank, saying Caroline Sterling had been asking about her grandfather's accounts, and that she was demanding answers. Jeffrey had almost choked on his coffee when he read it. After all these weeks, Caroline was finally reaching out again.Or so he thought.A wide grin stretched across his face. He'd always known she would come crawling back. Six years ago, he was the one who had ended things. She was nothing, just a nobody who he had gotten tired of. He had thought she would be nothing without him, he thought that he’s a big fish in this little pond that was her life. He had made her feel inferior. He was a fool. Now, the tables were about to turn. Or so he thought. He had always desired her. He was just too arrogant to admit it back then. He thought that she didn't deserve him, that she was too naive and too pure for his liking.He wanted to be with someone who was like him, someone t
“Maybe,” he thought, a touch of uncertainty creeping into his mind, “Maybe she won’t come back to me right away. Maybe she’s still too hurt, too angry.” He sighed inwardly, he shouldn’t have been such an arrogant jerk back then. But he was young, he was dumb. He was hoping that Caroline would find it in her heart to forgive him. He needed her.He told himself that he had changed. He was ready to be better, he was ready to be the man that she deserved, if only she would give him a chance. He was willing to wait, to prove himself to her. It didn't matter if she didn’t want to be his wife anymore, but maybe, just maybe, they could be close friends. He could be her confidant, her shoulder to cry on, the person she could trust with anything. He would do anything to have her close to him again. Even just as a friend.He imagined long conversations, laughter, and shared secrets. He pictured them going on adventures together, exploring new places, creating new memories. He wanted to have
Ancelotti sat alone in his dark, cluttered office, the faint glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey, and his glass, half-full, sat on the table in front of him. He leaned back in his leather chair, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he murmured to himself. "Jeffrey," he said, his voice low and amused, "busy waiting for Caroline, thinking he has it all under control." He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slowly. "Meanwhile, the unexpected will be expected. Poor fool doesn’t even know what’s coming." Ancelotti reached for his glass, taking a slow sip of whiskey. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but he savored it. Every detail of his plan was falling into place, and he relished the thought of how it would all unfold. "Ric," he muttered, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "He’s sharper than I thought. Got Caroline all riled up, didn’t he? Triggered her emotions just enough to set up that sharp
Caroline ran into the restaurant, panting. She was late. "I'm so sorry!" she said, her voice breathless as she glanced around. Jeffrey was already sitting at their table, smiling at her. "It's okay," Jeffrey said with a small chuckle. "I was just about to order." Caroline smiled back, feeling relieved. She reached for a chair to sit down, but before she could pull it out, a loud sound rang through the air. Bang!For a moment, everything froze. Caroline's heart stopped, and she turned to see Jeffrey falling to the floor. Blood began to spread across his shirt, right over his chest. "Jeffrey!" she screamed, her voice shaking with fear. "Oh my God!" The entire restaurant fell silent. Then chaos erupted. "Somebody help!" Caroline shouted, kneeling beside Jeffrey. Tears streamed down her face as she pressed her hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. The waitresses and other customers rushed over. One of the waitresses quickly pulled out her phone and called for
Jane gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "What? Are you serious? Is he… is he okay?" "I don’t know," Caroline said, pacing back and forth. "They took him to the hospital. I need to go back, but I just— I needed a moment to breathe." "Oh my god! Caroline, you're back. I was so worried!" she said, her voice shaking.Caroline chuckled and hugged her back. "Hey, I'm okay. Sorry for making you worry." she said.Jane pulled away and looked at Caroline. "What happened? Why were you acting like that?" she asked.Caroline sighed and patted her on the head. "I'll tell you everything. But first, let's go inside. I'm so tired, I just want to sit down.”They both went inside, and Jane closed the door, her curiosity was at its peak. She was ready to hear everything, she was ready to listen, and she was ready to finally know what was going on in Caroline’s life. She couldn't wait for Caroline to explain everything, and she was determined to help her friend, no matter what.Caroline threw he
The 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