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The days following my encounter with Ms. Reyes were a whirlwind. I threw myself into work, determined to prove my worth to the board of trustees and solidify my place as the new CEO of the Montefalco Casino Resort. Yet, no matter how much progress I made, I couldn’t ignore the lingering tension in the air or the feeling that I was constantly being scrutinized.One particular morning, the air in my office felt heavier than usual. I sat at my desk, reviewing reports, while the distant hum of the resort’s activities filtered through the walls. The gala was only two weeks away, and the pressure to deliver was palpable.As if sensing my stress, William knocked on my door and entered with his usual air of confidence. He carried two cups of coffee and handed one to me with a small smile.“Thought you could use this,” he said, settling into the chair across from my desk.“Thanks,” I said, taking a sip. “You’re a lifesaver.”He leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “How are you hold
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The final day before the gala arrived like a tidal wave, crashing down with a mix of anticipation and chaos. I was in my office at sunrise, staring out the window at the bustling resort below. Everything seemed to be running smoothly—too smoothly, perhaps. My gut told me something would go wrong.I didn't have to wait long."Margarette!" William burst into my office, his face pale and tense. "We have a problem."My stomach dropped. "What is it?""The entertainment for tomorrow night," he said, running a hand through his hair. "The lead performer called in sick. He’s out with severe laryngitis, and his backup has a prior engagement."I froze, trying to process the information. The performers were a centerpiece of the gala, a major draw for our VIP guests. Without them, the event would lose much of its luster."How did this happen?" I asked, my voice sharp with frustration."I don’t know," William admitted, looking genuinely distraught. "But we need to figure something out—fast."Before
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The Montefalco Casino Resort had never looked as stunning as it did tonight. The grand ballroom shimmered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, their light bouncing off the polished marble floors and bathing the guests in a golden glow. The gala was in full swing, and the VIP attendees, dressed in their finest attire, mingled with glasses of champagne in hand.I stood near the stage, taking it all in. Months of preparation, countless sleepless nights, and a rollercoaster of emotions had led to this moment. Despite my nerves, everything was running like clockwork, far better than I had dared to hope.William appeared at my side, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly. He handed me a glass of champagne."Take a breath, Margarette," he said with a warm smile. "This is your moment."I nodded, though my grip on the glass betrayed my lingering anxiety. "It still feels surreal," I admitted."You’ve earned it," William said, his voice steady. "Every single person here knows it."A soft chim
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I stood frozen in place, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses from the gala fading into a dull hum in my ears. My heart pounded so violently it felt as though it might leap out of my chest. Leon—no, it couldn't be. Yet there he was, mere steps away, brushing through the elegantly dressed crowd. His hair, once so familiar, was now styled neatly in a brushed-up look, and he wore a tailored tuxedo that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders. He looked different, sharper, yet so achingly the same.I felt my breath hitch as tears welled in my eyes. My body moved on its own, feet carrying me forward before my mind could catch up. My voice trembled as I whispered, “Leon…”He turned toward me, his dark eyes meeting mine. The shock hit me all over again, rendering me nearly speechless. His gaze didn’t carry the same warmth I remembered; it was steady, almost guarded.“Yes?” His voice was calm, neutral, and filled with polite curiosity.I couldn’t stop myself. Tears spilled down my cheeks
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The next day…The clock in my office ticked incessantly, a stark contrast to the silence engulfing the room. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the image of Leon—no, Richard—over and over. The man’s indifference, his sharp denial, the introduction of his wife. Each detail felt like a dagger twisting deeper into the raw wound in my chest.I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. And I certainly couldn’t let this go.William’s words echoed in my mind: If Leon were alive, why wouldn’t he have come back to you? It was the most painful question because it was one I couldn’t answer. What could keep him from me?As much as I wanted to storm after Richard and demand answers, I knew I had to approach this carefully. For now, I needed information.The following morning, I called on William and our head of security, Greg. Both of them stood across from me in my office, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.“I need your help,” I began, my voice resolute d
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The phone rang twice before Aunt Lou’s warm voice came through the line.“Margarette, darling! What a surprise,” she said, her tone immediately soothing the storm that had been raging in my chest since last night.“Aunt Lou,” I began, my voice trembling despite my attempts to sound composed. “I need to talk to you.”There was a pause, and I could almost picture her setting down whatever she was doing to give me her full attention. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”I swallowed hard, staring out the window at the city skyline. “I saw him. I saw Leon.”The words hung in the air, heavy and surreal.“Margarette,” Aunt Lou said carefully, her voice laced with concern, “Leon is… you know that’s not possible.”“I know what I saw,” I insisted, my grip tightening on the phone. “He’s alive, Aunt Lou. He’s calling himself Richard Ledesma now, and he’s claiming he doesn’t know me. But it’s him—I’d stake my life on it.”There was a long silence on the other end before Aunt Lou spoke again, her voice soft
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The next morning, I woke up with the determination to move my investigation forward. I couldn’t allow myself to second-guess anymore; I needed to confront my doubts head-on. After receiving a late-night message from Greg confirming that the private investigator was analyzing the photos I’d taken, I knew my next step: I had to keep close to Richard without raising suspicion.My phone buzzed with another message—this time from Sarah, Richard’s wife.“Ms. Margarette, it was lovely meeting you at the gala. Richard and I were discussing the possibility of collaborating with your resort. Let’s schedule a meeting.”Her text was polite, professional, and unnervingly convenient. Was this an opportunity or a trap?Later that day, as I sat in the conference room of the casino’s business wing, I prepared myself for the meeting. Sarah had brought the proposal for her travel company to integrate luxury packages with Montefalco Casino Resort. It was a lucrative concept, but my focus was on the man s
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The dinner concluded without any more noticeable tension, but the unease in my chest lingered. I felt as though I was navigating a labyrinth, with Richard—or Leon—deliberately placing roadblocks at every turn. His calculated demeanor only fueled my determination to uncover the truth.The following day, Greg sent a cryptic text: I’ve found something. You’ll want to see this.We met in a secluded café downtown. Greg was seated at a corner table, his laptop open and his expression grim.“What is it?” I asked, sliding into the chair across from him.Greg turned the screen toward me. “I dug into Richard Ledesma’s background. His records only go back three years. Before that, it’s a dead end.”I frowned. “That doesn’t prove anything. People can start fresh.”Greg smirked, shaking his head. “I thought the same, but then I checked immigration records. He entered the country three years ago under the name Richard Ledesma—on the same day Leon Montefalco was declared dead.”My heart stopped. “W
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The days turned into weeks, and for the first time in a long time, my life wasn’t consumed by revenge or survival. It was strange, almost unsettling, to wake up without the weight of the past pressing down on me.But Leon made it easier.We spent our days in a quiet rhythm—mornings wrapped in each other, afternoons exploring parts of the city I had never truly appreciated, and evenings spent talking about everything and nothing.One afternoon, Leon surprised me with a drive outside the city. The road stretched ahead of us, winding through rolling green hills and open fields.I turned to him, curious. “Where are we going?”He glanced at me with a smirk. “You’ll see.”After about an hour, we pulled up to a secluded property. A modern house with wide glass windows sat on a hill, overlooking a lake. The air smelled of fresh grass and wildflowers, and the only sound was the distant chirping of birds.I stepped out of the car, taking in the view. “Leon… what is this place?”He walked up bes
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The days that followed were a whirlwind of chaos.My father’s downfall was splashed across every news outlet. Financial crimes, money laundering, illegal dealings—his empire was collapsing, and with it, his reputation. His allies abandoned him one by one, choosing self-preservation over loyalty.But he wasn’t the kind of man to go down without a fight.That’s why I wasn’t surprised when I received the message.A single text.Suite 1103. One last talk. Come alone.Leon was furious. “Absolutely not.”I expected that reaction. I also knew there was no changing my mind.“Leon, this is my fight. My ending to write.”His eyes darkened. “He’s cornered, Margarette. That makes him more dangerous than ever.”I reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I’ll be fine.”He exhaled sharply. “I don’t trust him.”I smiled softly. “Good. Neither do I.”The Last Conversation—AgainSuite 1103 was dimly lit when I walked in. My father sat by the window, a drink in his hand, staring out at the city he once rule
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We had expected my father to retaliate, but I knew he wouldn’t be careless. No, he’d take his time. He’d make sure his counterattack hurt.Which meant we had to strike first.Leon was already making calls before I even had to say anything. His contacts, his men—every piece of leverage we had was being mobilized.Victor paced across the penthouse, his expression tense. “Margarette, I don’t think you understand how much you just provoked him.”I crossed my arms. “Oh, I understand, Victor. That’s the point.”Leon smirked at my words, but his eyes were sharp as he cut in. “We need to draw him out. He’s not going to sit back and lick his wounds. He’s going to come for you.”Victor sighed. “And you’re just waiting for that to happen?”I walked over to the window, watching the city below. “No.” My voice was calm. “We’re leading him exactly where we want.”Victor ran a hand through his hair. “And where is that, exactly?”Leon leaned against the counter, his voice casual but firm. “A place whe
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Dorian was right. My father wasn’t sitting idle. He was moving his pieces, fortifying his position before I could strike.But he underestimated me.By morning, I was already on the phone, making calls, pulling in every favor I had left. I wasn’t just going to fight him—I was going to destroy him.Leon watched me from across the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and despite the weight of everything we were up against, he looked completely composed.It irritated me.“Do you ever worry?” I muttered, ending a call and tossing my phone on the counter.Leon smirked. “Constantly.”I gave him a look. “You don’t seem worried.”He set his mug down and closed the distance between us. “Because I don’t show it the way you do.”I exhaled. “I feel like we’re on the edge of something big. Like we’re one wrong move away from losing everything.”Leon tilted his head slightly, studying me. “Margarette.” His
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Leon didn’t speak much after that. The drive back was filled with nothing but the hum of the tires on the road and the unspoken weight between us. I wanted to say something—anything—to make him look at me the way he used to. But I knew this wasn’t the time.When we pulled into the underground parking lot of our penthouse, Leon shut off the engine and exhaled through his nose. His hands remained on the wheel, knuckles white.I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Leon—”He turned to me, his eyes dark and unreadable. “You just declared war on your father, Margarette.”I swallowed. “You think I don’t know that?”“That’s the problem.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “This isn’t just about exposing his corruption. Harlan Westwood isn’t the kind of man who forgives betrayal. And you just put a target on your back.”I clenched my jaw. “I’ve had a target on my back ever since I decided to take back what’s mine.”Leon let out a humorless laugh. “And you think he’s just going to let you?”I reac
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The night was deceptively peaceful. The city lights stretched far beyond the penthouse windows, illuminating a world that had no idea of the chaos brewing beneath the surface.Leon stood by the window, his sleeves rolled up, his jaw clenched in quiet contemplation. He hadn’t said much since our meeting at the club.I knew why.We had allies now, but it wasn’t enough.We needed more.“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” I said, stepping closer.Leon’s fingers tightened around the glass in his hand. “There’s a war coming, Margarette. And I don’t know if I can keep you safe through it.”I scoffed. “You’re still underestimating me?”His jaw ticked. “No. I just—” He exhaled sharply, turning to face me. “I can’t lose you.”The words hit harder than they should have.I swallowed, pushing down the sudden rush of emotion. “Then don’t.”Leon studied me for a long moment, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, before I could react, he pulled me flush against him, his lips capturing mine
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By the next morning, the fallout had already begun.Leon and I sat in his penthouse, reviewing the reports pouring in from our contacts. Calloway’s operation had taken a major hit—his Russian allies were furious, his supply lines were compromised, and his reputation was crumbling.But we both knew it wasn’t over.Calloway wouldn’t take this loss lying down.Leon’s fingers drummed against the table, his jaw tight. “He’ll retaliate.”I nodded. “It’s just a matter of when.”Leon’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered with a clipped, “What?”A pause.Then his expression darkened.“When?” he demanded.Another pause.“Where is she now?”I sat up straighter, sensing the shift in his energy.Then Leon cursed under his breath and ended the call.“What happened?” I asked.He stood, already grabbing his keys. “Alexa was taken.”My blood ran cold. “By Calloway?”Leon’s jaw clenched. “Looks like it.”I shot up from my seat. “Then let’s go get her.”Alexa’s location was traced to a
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The ride back to the penthouse was silent, tension thick in the air. Leon drove with one hand on the wheel, the other gripping his gun. His jaw was locked, his eyes dark.I knew that look.He was planning. Calculating.“Calloway just declared war,” I murmured, watching the city lights blur past the windshield.Leon exhaled sharply. “He did more than that. He underestimated us.”I studied his profile—the controlled rage simmering beneath his calm demeanor. He wasn’t just angry. He was ready to make a move.“We need to hit back,” I said.Leon’s grip tightened. “We will.”His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then tossed it onto the dashboard. “My father.”“Answer it,” I urged.Leon let out a slow breath before pressing the call button. “Yeah?”His father’s voice was sharp. “I assume you’re still alive.”Leon smirked. “Disappointed?”A pause. Then, “Get to the estate. Now.”The line went dead.Leon exhaled through his nose, tossing his phone onto his lap. “That’s never a good sign.”I lean
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Days passed, but the unease in Leon hadn’t faded. He kept himself busy, making calls, arranging meetings, tightening security. I watched him closely, noting the way his shoulders carried an unseen weight. His father’s sudden reappearance had unsettled him more than he let on.One evening, as we lay in bed, I turned to him, brushing my fingers over his chest. “Leon, talk to me.”He exhaled, his arm tightening around me. “It’s nothing.”I propped myself up on my elbow, searching his face. “It’s not nothing. You’re restless. You barely sleep.”His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he would brush me off again. But then, he spoke.“When I was younger, my father used to tell me that in our world, loyalty is everything,” he said, his voice low. “But he also told me that loyalty is never free—it’s bought, traded, or forced.”I frowned. “You think he came back because he wants something from you?”Leon nodded. “My father has never been a man who does things without a reason. If he’s he
