LOGINFrancisco entered his room, with Max following closely behind him.Without turning back, he spoke in a calm yet sharp tone, “Alexander really thinks he can own Greece… just like history. But he forgets... history does not repeat itself, it needs to be created.”Max’s face remained solemn. He did not respond to that remark; instead, he chose to address something else.“It seems Grandpa is not very pleased with your decision either,” he said carefully.Francisco let out a faint, careless scoff and turned to face him. “As if I care, Max.”There was no hesitation in his voice... only cold certainty.After a brief pause, he added, his expression turning even more serious, “Get ready. We will have a meeting soon.”Max nodded. He was about to leave when Francisco stopped him again.“And tell everyone to be prepared,” he said, his tone lowering with quiet authority.“If they don’t accept our deal… you already know what we have to do.”Max gave a short nod, understanding the unspoken meaning,
Zain did not say anything.The silence stayed between them for a while.Kevin then broke it gently. “Let’s go out.”Zain looked at him and nodded with a small smile. He closed his books neatly.Then Kevin and Zain left the room together. Like every week, they went out for a walk, talking quietly.The next day, Lilith did not find Francisco beside her, just like every other day. She slowly got up from the bed, her expression turning uneasy, because she had not seen him since yesterday. A strange hunch grew stronger in her mind... that Francisco might have already left without informing anyone.Without wasting any time, she quickly changed and stepped out of her room, calling out, “Anna! Anna!”Hearing her voice, Anna rushed upstairs immediately.“Yes, Madam!”Lilith looked straight at her and asked in a solemn tone, “Where is your master?”Anna lowered her gaze before answering, “Master did not come home last night.”Lilith gave her a steady, unreadable look, scanning her briefly from
Francisco smiled at her, yet Lilith understood that the smile concealed something darker.His rage!He nodded slowly and leaned closer to her face.For a brief second, Lilith felt surprised. Was he truly going to kiss her?She gently closed her eyes.But she was mistaken.Instead of kissing her, Francisco brushed his cheek lightly against hers, creating the illusion for the cameras. To the public, it appeared intimate. To her, it felt empty.In a low voice, he whispered, “I hope this will be enough.”“Grandpa will be pleased after seeing this.”Lilith pressed her lips together, suppressing her emotions. She maintained her smile and faced forward as the cameras continued flashing. Moments later, they both stepped away from the media and entered the hotel.Soon, they reached the private meeting room.Inside, the atmosphere shifted from glamour to tension.“We have a problem in Greece,” Max began. “I don’t understand why Liam has been unable to control the situation there.”Lilith looked
“Francisco!”“This has gone too far. Don’t you realize that?” Lilith said, her voice firm but strained.Francisco tilted his head slightly. “Really?”“Is that so? Then leave my room.”Lilith let out a soft, mocking chuckle.“You know what, Francisco,” she began, her eyes fixed on him, “whatever the truth may be, the world recognizes me as your wife. No one can take that place.”Francisco’s jaw tightened.Lilith continued, her tone steady but edged with bitterness. “And one day, you will come to me.”She paused, then added with controlled sharpness, “You will have to accept the truth—that she is never coming back to you.”Her voice hardened. “Never.”Before she could say another word, Francisco lunged forward. He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall.“Don’t you dare say that again,” he warned, his voice dark and dangerous.His grip tightened. Lilith struggled to breathe as his fingers pressed into her throat.“She is with me,” he said through clenched teeth. “She wil
Zain was practicing his language lesson when he heard noise from the first floor.Curiosity pulled him from his seat. He closed his book and stepped out of the chamber to check.As soon as he stepped into the hallway, his gaze met someone coming up the stairs.Francisco.He was ascending slowly.His face looked darker than usual. Gloomy. Cold. The air around him felt heavy.Zain froze.His dad.Francisco stopped mid-step when he saw him.For a few long seconds, neither of them moved.Francisco kept his eyes on Zain.Zain slowly took a step back without realizing it. His small hands tightened slightly at his sides.Francisco noticed.He moved forward—slowly.A faint smile touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“What are you doing?” he asked in a low voice.Zain looked up at him.His hazel eyes stayed calm, almost emotionless.He gave a small nod. “I… I was doing my lesson.”Francisco narrowed his eyes slightly as he heard him.He looked at him closely.Too closely.Francisc
Five years had passed, and everything around Hilton’s mansion had changed.A maid hurried through the corridors, anxiety written all over her face.“Little Master, where are you?” she called out again and again.Her steps slowed as fear crept in. She clasped her hands tightly and murmured, “I’m finished if I don’t take the Master to Madam…”She picked up her pace and searched harder.In the garden, a small boy... no more than five years old... sat alone on the grass with his dog, Mowgli. The boy threw a ball. Mowgli wagged his tail excitedly and sprinted after it, barking with joy.The boy watched silently.Suddenly—“Master!”The boy turned back.His eyes… brown and green mixed—hazel eyes.His fair skin and medium-brown hair softened his features, but his expression stayed stern.He carried a calm, heavy maturity far beyond his age.“Master!” the maid ran toward him quickly, breathing hard. “I have been looking for you for an hour.”She bent slightly, trying to catch her breath.“Ple
The pain in her arm was sharp, but Hazel didn’t flinch. It was nothing compared to the emotional pain she’d been enduring, the turmoil of being trapped between the man she feared and the man she loved. Her eyes met Francisco’s, and for a moment, she saw the raw vulnerability hidden behind his rage.B
As the door closed behind her, Rafael’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Because of me, you both suffered. I should not have done it.”Doris shook her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Don’t say that, Rafael,” she replied gently.“It wasn’t your fault. They di
Hazel sat leisurely on the couch, sipping her coffee, her gaze occasionally drifting toward the maids working diligently under Lily’s instructions. All her new dresses had arrived, and the maids were carefully arranging them in the closet. Hazel’s legs swung lazily over the edge of the table, her mo
“Let’s get this over with,” Lucas muttered, his hand resting on the gun beneath his jacket.Max scanned the area with a quick, calculating glance. His gaze lingered on the shadows stretching under the skeletal beams of the half-constructed building. He nodded to the men they’d brought along. “Time to







