Alexander enters his penthouse; as soon as he enters, he feels someone's presence; the door of his room was open, and a little light was coming from there.He goes towards it and sees that Rosalina is staring at one of his paintings hanging near his bed; he knows that the owner of the house has arrived."You can really do beautiful artwork.""How did you get in?""It's not a big deal for me, and anyway we are partners, so you shouldn't mind me coming to your house.""Stop talking nonsense.""Alex, how can you forget our deal? Let it go. Just tell me that painting is that of Eva, isn't it?""What does that have to do with you?"She laughed, "No, it doesn't matter to me. I'm just curious if she was naked in front of you to make nude paintings or if it was just your imagination."Alex clenched his jaw. "Get out of here, and don't interfere in my personal affairs."Rosalina laughed, "I was just joking, Alex; you got offended.""Don't forget, Alex, we can use each other to get what we want;
Eva's mind wandered, her thoughts a jumbled mix of emotions and memories. She thought about how she had met Rafael, the charismatic and mysterious stranger who had swept her off her feet. She remembered the whirlwind romance, the lavish gifts, and the promises of a life together.But now, as she sat in the opulent bedroom, surrounded by the trappings of Rafael's wealth and power, she couldn't help but feel suffocated. The mafia world, with its secrets and lies, its violence and corruption, was not what she had signed up for.As she sat there, lost in thought, her personal maid, Elisa Norman, who was in her 50s, came and asked politely."Ma'am, would you like some tea or coffee? Or perhaps some breakfast? You've been sitting there for a while, lost in thought. Is everything alright?"Eva looked up, startled, and smiled weakly at Elisa. "Oh, Elisa, thank you for checking on me. I'm just...thinking about some things. But yes, a cup of tea would be lovely."Elisa nodded and headed to the
As Eva went downstairs in the evening, she noticed her alleged mother-in-law arrive with a group of women who appeared to be wealthy.as she descended the stairs, her eyes scanning the room with a sense of trepidation. There, in the midst of the opulent living room, stood Eleanor, Rafael's mother, surrounded by a cluster of women who exuded an aura of superiority. Their designer clothes, dripping with diamonds and pearls, seemed to scream "wealth" and "status.".Eva recognized the tactic instantly—Eleanor had deliberately brought these women here to intimidate her and make her feel like an outsider. The cold, calculating glances they cast her way only confirmed her suspicions."Ah, Eva, dear," Eleanor said, her voice dripping with condescension. "I'm so glad you could join us. I've brought some of my friends to meet you. This is Victoria, wife of Reginald Thornton-Furst, and Helena, wife of James Parker-Smyth."The women's eyes narrowed as they took in Eva's appearance, their gazes li
"What is going on here?" Rafael turned towards them; he looked at his mother and then at Eva."Why don't you ask your wife Rafael? For a mere maid, she is insulting my guest, who had just come to meet her."Rafael looked at Eva; there was no expression on her face."I am sorry, master; all this happened because of me," Elisa said, bowing her head."You don't need to apologize, Elisa; it's not your fault, Victoria; apologize to Elisa right now," Eva said again."Did you see the audacity of this girl? She doesn't even have the manners to talk.""Mom!" Rafael said"I am doing what I should do; this is my house, and it is important for me to know how people behave with each other here because every person has the right to live with dignity; servants are not slaves." Everyone was surprised to hear Eva's words.The room fell silent, with all eyes on Eva. Rafael's expression changed from surprise to admiration, while Eleanor's face turned red with rage. Victoria and Helena exchanged nervous g
"How dare you come in front of me?" Rafael said angrily."I have come to talk and nothing else," said Alexander calmly.Rafael's eyes narrowed, his face red with rage. "You have no right to be here, Alexander. After everything you've done, you think you can just waltz in and expect me to listen to you?""I have come to talk about Eva."On hearing Eva's name, Rafael's expression changed, his anger faltering for a moment, replaced by a flicker of surprise and curiosity. "Eva?" he repeated, his voice softer now. "What about her?""You and I know very well how dangerous it is for Eva's life if she stays in your world. It's time to get her out of this world."Rafael punches him, "How dare you say all this? Eva is mine, and she is safe with me. I will turn this world into ashes if something happens to her.""This is a mafia world, Rafael. I know the reality here. And Eva too. I have seen her. She is not as happy as she was with me," he said, wiping the blood from his lips.Rafael's eyes blaz
Don Lorenzo Esposito, ornate desk, his eyes fixed on Rafael as he entered the room. "Ah, Rafael, my brother," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You finally came," he said while hugging him.Rafael nodded, his expression neutral. "Yes, Lorenzo. I understand you have a new proposal for expanding our...ahem...hospitality interests."Don Lorenzo smiled, his gold tooth glinting in the dim light. "Yes, indeed. We've acquired a new supply of fresh talent from various countries. Young, beautiful, and eager to please."Rafael's face remained impassive. He knew what this meant.Don Lorenzo leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We're targeting high-end clients in major cities worldwide. The demand is high, and we'll be catering to their every desire.""I see," he said, his voice flat. "And what's the timeline for implementation?"Don Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, steeping his fingers. "We'll start with an auction tomorrow night; arrangements are done.""An auction?" he
Eva walked towards the washroom; she couldn't shake off the feeling of uneasiness that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She felt like she was in over her head, like she was caught up in something she didn't fully understand.She entered the luxurious washroom, the marble countertops and crystal chandeliers a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts.As she splashed water on her face, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked troubled, her skin pale. She looked like a woman who was hiding secrets and who was afraid of what was to come.Eva took a few more deep breaths, trying to steel herself for what lay ahead. She knew she had to be strong, for herself and for Rafael. But as she turned to leave, she felt a sense of trepidation wash over her.What was Rafael involved in? And what did he mean by "something that's not on display yet"? The questions swirled in her mind like a vortex, pulling he
As Blaze's eyes locked onto Sarah's frightened face, his heart swelled with a mix of emotions. He felt a surge of protectiveness, a deep-seated need to shield her from further harm. The bruises on her face and body only added fuel to the fire, his anger burning hotter with each passing moment.His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain his rage. He couldn't believe someone had laid hands on her and hurt her in such a way. The thought alone was enough to make him want to lash out, to make those responsible pay for their cruelty.But as he looked into Sarah's eyes, he saw something there that gave him pause. A spark of hope, a glimmer of trust. She was looking to him for protection, for safety. And in that moment, Blaze knew he would do everything in his power to provide it.With a newfound sense of purpose, Blaze's anger began to simmer down, replaced by fierce determination. He would get her out of this situation, no matter what it