The sounds of the slow moaning echo around the dimly lit room. A bed is placed in the middle where two people continue to grip tighter on each other and their shallow breaths increase rapidly as his pace goes a little higher.
“Please…” she begs, her hand gripping tight on his exposed shoulder and while he is leaning closer to her body, pressing his hard chest against her figure, he leans back and their eyes collide for a moment.
“Please what…?” his voice is seductively low and his sharp gaze pierces through her soul. “Please don’t stop -” she pleads to him, lost in a motion of seduction and pleasure. She cannot see his face but his glances are what keeps her rhythm flowing.
“What do you want me to do, mama?” just the moment she hears the man, her eyes widen and fear takes over her entire body.
The pleasure she was having just a few moments ago seems to be lost somewhere. Before she reacts, the door of the room pushes open and while the man continues to thrust inside her, the lights expose their nude bodies and she is forced to look at the figure who stands tall at the door.
The room falls into a deafening silence as the weight of the situation crashes down upon her. Her mind races, desperately trying to comprehend the horrifying truth. The man she believes to be her lover, the one she trusts with her body and soul, is an imposter.
A wave of fear and betrayal washed over her, threatening to consume her entirely.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
The man on top of her, his malicious grin widening, confirms her worst fears. "Oh, my dear Elizabeth, you've been deceived all along. You were never meant to be with the man you thought you were. It was all a wicked game."
^six months earlier^
"Elizabeth, I honestly don't think you should go for another job.” she sits across from Mrs. Thompson, her grandmother's lifelong friend, in a quaint coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the soft murmur of conversation, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Mrs. Thompson's concern is etched across her face, lines of worry etched deeply into her forehead.
Gently cradling her cup of coffee, Mrs. Thompson leans forward, her voice filled with a mix of care and apprehension. “It's been a tough road for you, my dear, and working as a maid based on your past experiences... it's just not suitable for you."
Elizabeth fidgets with her own cup, her brows furrowing as conflicting emotions play across her expressive face. Her dark brown hair cascades down her shoulders, framing her hazel eyes that flicker with determination and a touch of vulnerability.
Her sweet pink lips form a thoughtful pout as she considers Mrs. Thompson's words.
"I appreciate your concern, Mrs. Thompson," Elizabeth replies, her voice carrying a hint of frustration. "But I can't rely on my grandmother forever. I need to find my own path, my own independence."
Mrs. Thompson takes a sip of her coffee, pausing to collect her thoughts before responding. She knows Elizabeth's journey has been far from easy, and her desire to protect her is born out of genuine love and care.
"I understand, Elizabeth. But you've been through so much already. The world can be a cruel place, and I worry about you facing hardships on your own," Mrs. Thompson says, her voice laced with a mix of compassion and caution.
Elizabeth looks up, meeting Mrs. Thompson's gaze with a determined glimmer in her eyes. "I know it won't be easy, Mrs. Thompson. But I have to believe in myself. I want to prove that I can make something of my life, despite my past."
A flicker of admiration dances across Mrs. Thompson's face as she listens to Elizabeth. She reaches across the table, her wrinkled hand gently resting on top of Elizabeth's, offering a comforting touch.
"I believe in you, my dear," Mrs. Thompson says, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement. "You have a strength within you, and I admire your determination. Just promise me you'll be careful and take care of yourself."
Elizabeth nods, a soft smile gracing her lips as she feels the weight of Mrs. Thompson's support. "I promise, Mrs. Thompson. I'll be cautious and make wise decisions. But I can't let fear hold me back from pursuing my dreams."
Mrs. Thompson's eyes soften, a glimmer of pride shining through. "You're right, my dear. Life is about taking risks and following your heart. I'll support you in whatever you choose, and I'll be here for you every step of the way."
The conversation continues, the two women sharing dreams and aspirations, fears and hopes, as the aroma of coffee and the gentle hum of conversation envelop them. In that moment, Elizabeth feels a renewed sense of hope and determination, knowing that she has someone in her corner who believes in her.
As the sunlight streams through the window, casting a gentle glow on their faces, Elizabeth can't help but feel grateful for Mrs. Thompson's unwavering support. With her guidance, she will navigate the challenges ahead, carve out her own path, and embrace the opportunities that await her.
Elizabeth takes a deep breath, soaking in the picturesque surroundings as she stands in front of the magnificent chalet. Its grandeur and elegance are awe-inspiring, and she can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Its imposing presence commands attention, standing as a testament to opulence and refined taste. The chalet is a fusion of traditional alpine charm and contemporary elegance, creating a harmonious blend of old-world charm and luxurious modern living.
From the outside, the chalet boasts a grand facade, constructed with a combination of natural stone, timber beams, and large windows that allow sweeping views of the surrounding alpine landscape.
The exterior is adorned with intricate carvings, adding a touch of intricate artistry to the overall design.
A woman, dressed impeccably in a professional attire, approaches her with a warm smile.
"Welcome, Elizabeth. I'm Mrs. Johnson, the house manager," she says, extending her hand in greeting.
"Please come inside, and I'll show you around and explain your designated duties."
Stepping inside, Elizabeth is greeted by a spacious foyer adorned with polished marble floors and an exquisite chandelier that casts a warm glow. The interior design reflects a perfect balance of rustic elements and contemporary sophistication.
The walls feature exposed wooden beams that create a cozy ambiance, while elegant furnishings, plush carpets, and tasteful artwork add a touch of luxury to each room.
The living areas are designed to provide both comfort and awe-inspiring views. The open-concept living room boasts floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the panoramic scenery, allowing natural light to flood the space. A stone fireplace stands as the centerpiece, inviting warmth and relaxation during chilly alpine evenings. Sumptuous sofas and armchairs offer cozy seating, encouraging moments of tranquility and reflection.
The dining area is an exquisite space, featuring a long, polished wooden table surrounded by high-backed chairs. The table is adorned with fine china, crystal glassware, and silver cutlery, symbolizing the impeccable attention to detail that permeates throughout the chalet.
Elizabeth's curiosity is piqued as she gazes at the painting of the distinguished-looking man in a three-piece suit. She can't help but wonder if this is Mr. Dominic Bradford, the person Mrs. Johnson referred to.
The painting exudes an air of authority and refinement, suggesting that the man depicted is someone of importance.
As Elizabeth contemplates the painting, her mind races with questions about Mr. Bradford.
What kind of person is he?
What are his expectations and preferences?
She finds herself yearning to know more about the man whose chalet she will be tending to.
Mrs. Johnson's voice breaks through her thoughts. "Mr. Dominic Bradford," she says, confirming Elizabeth's suspicions.
The house manager's mention of his name only deepens the mystery surrounding him. Elizabeth can't help but imagine what he might be like based on the painting and the aura it portrays.
She envisions Mr. Dominic Bradford as a refined gentleman, exuding an air of authority and sophistication. Perhaps he possesses a commanding presence, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes that reveal a keen intellect.
She imagines him to be impeccably dressed at all times, his demeanor exuding confidence and grace.
However, Elizabeth also recognizes that appearances can be deceiving, and she acknowledges the need to reserve judgment until she has the opportunity to meet Mr. Bradford in person.
She realizes that her role as a maid will provide her with insights into his character and preferences, as she strives to maintain a clean and tidy environment according to his standards.
With a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, Elizabeth prepares herself for the possibility of meeting Mr. Dominic Bradford in the future. She understands that her dedication to her duties and attention to detail will be key in ensuring that the chalet meets his expectations.
Dominic Bradford's private study exudes an air of sophistication and refinement. Dark wood paneling lines the walls, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. The room is furnished with an ornate desk, plush leather chairs, and bookshelves filled with literary treasures.
It serves as a sanctuary where Dominic retreats to conduct business, surrounded by the ambiance of intellect and elegance.
As Elizabeth continues her exploration, she discovers that the chalet boasts numerous bedrooms, each designed as an oasis of comfort and style. The master suite is a haven of luxury, featuring a king-sized bed adorned with silky linens and a private balcony overlooking the awe-inspiring alpine scenery.
The en-suite bathroom is a sanctuary of relaxation, boasting a deep soaking tub, a spacious walk-in shower, and elegant fixtures.
Beyond the interior, the chalet offers an array of outdoor amenities. A sprawling terrace provides a space for outdoor gatherings, complete with comfortable seating, a barbecue area, and a hot tub for indulging in relaxation while surrounded by nature's beauty.
Dominic Bradford's chalet is a masterpiece of design and craftsmanship, a haven of luxury where every detail has been meticulously curated.
As Elizabeth begins her work at the chalet, she familiarizes herself with the strict rules and protocols that she must adhere to. Given the responsibility of maintaining the chalet's pristine condition, she understands the importance of following these rules diligently.
One of the rules is that Elizabeth must strictly adhere to a schedule, ensuring that every task is completed promptly and efficiently. Whether it is cleaning the living areas or tidying up the bedrooms.
Living in the servant quarters, Elizabeth finds herself alone in the vast expanse of the chalet, with only a security guard stationed at the entrance. The silence and solitude can be both peaceful and eerie at times, as she navigates the expansive rooms and corridors.
She takes solace in the familiarity of her surroundings and finds comfort in the routine of her daily tasks.
Elizabeth's days become a symphony of cleaning, organizing, and ensuring that the chalet is always in impeccable order. She takes pride in her work, finding satisfaction in the knowledge that she plays a vital role in maintaining the high standards expected by Mr. Dominic Bradford.
In her solitude, Elizabeth discovers a sense of tranquility that comes from being surrounded by the chalet's beauty. She appreciates the stunning views from the windows, the quiet moments in the early morning before the guests awaken, and the opportunity to immerse herself in the serenity of the alpine setting.
Throughout her time alone in the chalet, Elizabeth's dedication and attention to detail never waver.
As the days turn into weeks, Elizabeth becomes intimately acquainted with the chalet's every nook and cranny. She becomes attuned to its rhythms and intricacies, developing a deep connection to her surroundings.
The solitude no longer feels lonely but rather a cherished opportunity to be in harmony with the chalet and its grandeur.
In her quiet moments, Elizabeth often wonders about the enigmatic Mr. Dominic Bradford. She wonders what kind of man he is, what his interests and aspirations might be.
She eagerly awaits the day when she might have the chance to meet him and gain a better understanding of the person behind the chalet's magnificence.
As Elizabeth sits alone on the sunbed, the captivating night sky above her becomes a tapestry of twinkling stars. Immersed in the pages of her book, she holds it tightly, her fingers gripping the edges as the suspense within its chapters intensifies.
With each passing moment, her focus deepens, her eyes squinting as she becomes fully absorbed in the story. The world around her fades into the background, and her imagination takes flight.
She can almost feel the tension and excitement coursing through her veins, mirroring the protagonist's journey within the pages.
The words on the page come alive, weaving a spellbinding tale that transports Elizabeth to another realm. The author's masterful storytelling enthralls her, keeping her on the edge of her seat.
Her heart pounds in synchrony with the narrative's crescendo, her breath held in anticipation of what lies ahead.
Completely engrossed, Elizabeth loses track of time and her surroundings. The stars above seem to twinkle in rhythm with the words on the page, creating an enchanting backdrop for her literary adventure. The cool night air caresses her skin, but she remains oblivious, completely engrossed in the world within the book.
Then, a sudden twist in the plot sends a shiver down her spine. Her eyes widen, and her grip on the book tightens. The suspense reaches its peak, and she can almost feel the character's dilemma, their fear, and their determination.
Just as the tension becomes almost unbearable, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves nearby, causing them to whisper softly. Startled, Elizabeth's attention briefly shifts from the book.
The serenity of the moment is broken, and her senses become heightened, attuned to the sounds of the night.
Still holding the book tightly, Elizabeth scans her surroundings, searching for the source of the interruption. The rustling leaves, now accompanied by distant nocturnal sounds, amplify the mysterious ambiance.
Her heart races, her imagination momentarily blending the fictional world with her own reality.
After a few moments, Elizabeth realizes that the source of the sound is merely nature itself, reminding her that she is not alone in this tranquil setting. The breeze continues to sway the foliage, creating a gentle symphony that harmonizes with the starlit night.
With a contented sigh, Elizabeth returns her focus to the book, eager to uncover the resolution that awaits her within its pages. The suspenseful atmosphere lingers, but now it merges with the peacefulness of her surroundings, creating a unique blend of tranquility and anticipation.
Once again, she immerses herself in the story, her eyes squinting with intensity, ready to embrace the twists and turns that lie ahead. As the stars twinkle overhead, Elizabeth becomes one with the tale, carried away on a journey that transcends time and space, cherishing the harmony between the written word and the beauty of the night.
As the night wears on, the tranquil silence is abruptly shattered by the arrival of a storm, transforming the atmosphere into an electrifying spectacle. The sky is adorned with dark, brooding clouds, obscuring the moon and casting an air of mystery and anticipation. The heavy downpour descends upon the earth with relentless force, creating a rhythmic symphony of raindrops that reverberates through the night.Elizabeth, captivated by the raw beauty of the storm, finds herself drawn to the window in her room. Standing alone, she becomes a solitary figure amidst the chaos unfolding outside. With a heavy heart, she sighs, feeling the weight of her isolation within the expansive confines of the chalet. The night stretches before her, seemingly endless, amplifying her longing for companionship or something to fill the void that engulfs her.Unable to find solace in sleep, Elizabeth succumbs to the gnawing hunger that plagues her. Slipping out of bed, her bare feet press gently against the
As the thunder continues to rumble, Elizabeth's fear intensifies, amplifying the racing of her heart against her chest. Sweat beads form on her forehead and it feels like it is mingling with the rain that drenches her body. She pushes herself to keep running through the darkness, desperate to escape the clutches of the stranger pursuing her.Every breath she takes feels strained and ragged, a result of both physical exertion and sheer terror. The menacing presence of the stranger lingers in her mind, a constant reminder of the danger she faces. Elizabeth's heightened senses pick up on every sound, and every movement, as she navigates the unfamiliar surroundings.Flashes of past traumatic incidents flicker before her eyes, further fueling her anxiety. The memories of those dark moments intertwine with the present threat, creating a suffocating atmosphere of fear and helplessness. Elizabeth's mind becomes a battlefield, with her fight-or-flight instincts kicking into overdrive.Her b
After a long day and a soothing shower, Elizabeth slips into her comfortable nightwear and settles into bed, oblivious to the events that await her. The exhaustion from the day's activities quickly lulls her into a deep sleep, her body seeking respite from the demands of the waking world.As the room falls into a hushed stillness, the door to Elizabeth's room creaks open, disturbing the tranquility of the night.With an eerie slowness, a figure emerges from the darkness, its movements deliberate and purposeful. The intruder proceeds toward the bed where Elizabeth lies, her peaceful form a stark contrast to the looming presence drawing nearer.As the figure draws closer to the bed, a chilling silence fills the room, broken only by the sound of Elizabeth's steady breaths. The intruder's eyes remain fixed on her, capturing every detail with an intensity that borders on obsession. From her parted lips to her fair, unblemished skin, every feature seems to hold a magnetic allure.Noticing
"It's alright, Elizabeth. I've already made myself a coffee," he reassures her, winking mischievously in her direction. Sensing a tinge of embarrassment, she immediately averts her eyes, avoiding any contact with him. Tristan can't help but smirk, thoroughly enjoying toying with her delicate nature, as he finds pleasure in playing with vulnerable women.As Elizabeth approaches to retrieve the empty coffee cup he has finished, she becomes acutely aware of his intensified gaze fixated upon her. Nervously, she swallows, her heart fluttering, as she catches him staring at her lips, his eyes sharp and a teasing grin forming on his face. She studies him closely, taking in the immaculate shape of his trimmed beard that perfectly accentuates his chin, and the captivating appeal of his mesmerizing brown eyes.Before she can gather her thoughts and respond, he catches her off guard with a soft utterance, "Do you like what you see, kitten?" His words are accompanied by a suggestive wink, foll
Elizabeth is completely submissive against her wills. While he does not break eye contact with her, she feels the burning sensation and her hands moves in sync around her two perfectly round breasts, her nipples becoming hard with the touch.Then he utters, his low deep voice lingers to her ears, “touch yourself down there, Elizabeth -” and slowly her hands moves downwards to her body.As soon as her cold fingers touch the warm insides, she finds herself completely out of control. A gasp escapes her mouth when she finds her fingers becoming moist from the wetness that is starting to form down there. Her fingers moves in circles, her body is syncing along and she feels nothing but pleasure.He watches her closely, gulping his drink and responds to her silent moans, “don’t hold back, mama. Moan your heart out.”Slowly her moans start to increase, her sweet voice echoes around the room, her speed increases and sends her to the pleasurable orgasm. As Elizabeth's breathing steadies and he
A strikingly handsome and affluent businessman descends from his private helicopter with an air of quiet confidence. Dressed impeccably in a tailored business suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his piercing gaze filled with determination, he exudes an aura of power and success.As he strides towards his opulent chalet, nestled in the picturesque surroundings, he takes in the breathtaking view of the landscape. The majestic mountains and serene lakes serve as a backdrop to his extravagant lifestyle, a testament to his accomplishments and the rewards of his hard work.The helicopter blades gradually come to a halt, their rhythmic whir replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves. His eyes sweep over the grandeur of his chalet, a haven that reflects his refined taste and penchant for luxury. The pristine gardens, manicured lawns, and elegant architecture are a testament to his discerning eye and his desire for perfection in every aspect of his life.Elizabeth engrossed in her task of
Elizabeth walks out of the room, closing the door behind her, and takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. As she continues her walk, passing by the door, she suddenly feels a strong arm pulling her back. Startled, she turns around and finds herself looking into Tristan's beautiful brown eyes. She realizes that it is Tristan who has pulled her into his arms."Shocked, are we?" Tristan's seductive voice reaches her ears, and Elizabeth feels a surge of annoyance. In a burst of anger, she pushes him away, exclaiming, "What is wrong with you? Can you just leave me alone?" She stands there, her expression filled with utmost anger and frustration.Tristan, standing before her with an expressionless face, narrows his eyebrows and questions, "Do you want me to be gentle, mama?" Elizabeth's annoyed expression softens for a moment, and she finds herself unable to say anything in response. However, she quickly turns to walk away from him, determined to put some distance between t
Dominic's gaze lingers on Elizabeth's small figure as he instructs her to place the tray on the bedside table. “Keep it there -” She nods in acknowledgement and walks towards the door, intending to leave the room. However, after taking only a few steps, she feels a sudden resistance as the fabric of her skirt gets caught on Dominic's expensive watch.Elizabeth's breath catches in her throat, and she quickly turns around to assess the situation. A wave of relief washes over her as she realises her initial assumption was incorrect – it's not Dominic pulling her back, but rather the thread of her skirt entangled with his watch. Politely, she informs him, "It's stuck," and takes a step back, moving closer to him.With caution, Elizabeth reaches out and touches the watch, delicately attempting to free the thread of her skirt from its clasp. She handles the situation with utmost care, fully aware of the value of his watch and the financial burden she would face if any damage were to occu
Elizabeth's heart sinks as Dante takes her to a lavish and opulent place, surrounded by luxury that contrasts starkly with the turmoil she feels inside. The weight of the situation presses upon her, the reality of her kidnapping, and Dominic's precarious condition in the hospital leaving her feeling trapped and helpless.Her voice fills with desperation, Elizabeth pulls away from Dante's grip, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. “Dante, let go of me! Why am I here?”She demands to know why he has brought her to this extravagant location against her will. The presence of the guards only adds to her sense of captivity and the gravity of the situation.“Darling, if your lover, by any chance, will be able to survive…he won’t forgive you.”As Dante stands before her, he delivers a cruel statement, attempting to undermine her hopes of reuniting with Dominic. The words strike her like a blow, and a wave of realization crashes over her. She begins to understand that everything has been
As Dominic is rushed into the ICU, the doctors immediately begin performing the critical surgery necessary to save his life. The family members, including Elizabeth, anxiously await any news or updates on his condition. Elizabeth, consumed by guilt and remorse, continues to cry, burdened by the weight of her own actions.In her heart, Elizabeth knows that she never intended to reveal her past to Dominic.She blames Tristan for the circumstances that led to this devastating moment, believing that he played a significant role in the events that unfolded. The weight of her guilt presses upon her, and she finds it difficult to forgive herself for the pain she has caused.In the midst of her emotional turmoil, Elizabeth clings to the love that Dominic carries for her. She believes that others, perhaps fueled by jea
As Dominic's car hurtles down the road, his mind consumed by anger and torment, heremains oblivious to the two cars trailing closely behind him, their occupants signaling him to stop.The urgency in their actions goes unnoticed as his phone begins to ring, displaying Sebastian's name on the screen.Sebastian, concerned for Dominic's safety, desperately tries to reach out, urging him to slow down and regain control. However, Dominic's focus remains fixated on the road ahead, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with each passing moment.Ignoring the persistent ringing of his phone, he disregards Sebastian's pleas for him to answer.Time seems to slow as Sebastian, with a mixture of fear and dread,
Elizabeth and Tristan find themselves standing together at the edge of a cliff, the car's lights illuminating the surroundings in the darkness. The serene ambiance is set by the moon and stars shining above, casting a gentle glow upon their faces. Elizabeth watches intently as Tristan hurls the flash drive off the cliff, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.Their eyes meet, a silent understanding passing between them.With the evidence destroyed, they turn their attention back to their journey, making their way back to the mansion. Tristan remains focused on driving, his silence enveloping the car. However, Elizabeth breaks the silence, voicing her concerns about Scarlet's involvement with Dante."You know that your sister is involved with Dante now. They could do something again," Elizabeth reminds h
Tristan bursts into the opulent mansion, his anger palpable as he screams a name that reverberates through the walls. "Dante! Dante! Where the fuck are you?" His eyes dart around the room, scanning for any sign of the person he seeks. The fury in his expression intensifies, his nostrils flaring with anger.In the midst of the commotion, Asher and Kalix, who had been leisurely enjoying their time together, are taken aback by Tristan's sudden intrusion. They exchange puzzled glances, their eyebrows furrowing in confusion."What's wrong with you, man? Why are you causing such a scene?" Tristan, his rage barely contained, barks out his question, his voice filled with anger and frustration."Where the fuck is your boss?" The tension in the room escalates as the three individuals now confront one another. Tristan's determination to find answers and confront the tormentor fuels his aggressive approach, demanding accountability from those present. The truth he seeks hangs in the air, intense
Elizabeth descends the stairs the following morning, her mind still preoccupied with the events of the previous night. As she reaches the ground floor, she notices the members of the Bradford family gathered together for breakfast. However, before she can join them, her phone vibrates, indicating a new message from the unknown number that had been threatening her.Her heart pounding, Elizabeth glances at her phone and makes a quick decision. She turns it off, silencing the source of her anxiety. With her phone now powerless, she approaches the table and takes a seat next to Dominic, her demeanor masking the turmoil she feels inside.Dominic, attuned to Elizabeth's emotional state, senses the underlying concern etched on her face. Unable to ignore his instincts, he leans in closer and whispers, "Is everything alright?"Elizabeth nods subtly, trying her best to maintain a composed facade. She forces a smile, attempting to reassure Dominic that all is well, despite the storm of uncerta
Asher and Kalix, concerned for their friend Dante, step forward to check on him following the incident. Asher asks, "Dante, are you alright?" displaying genuine concern for his well-being. Meanwhile, Kalix, consumed by anger, barks out in frustration, "This is not acceptable! Who the hell does she think she is?"Dante, rolling his eyes, gives Kalix a look, clearly indicating that he wants to downplay the situation. He responds to his friends, saying, "It's nothing. Tell me, is this the first time something like this has happened to me?"Asher scoffs in response to Dante's question, suggesting that incidents like these might not be entirely unfamiliar to him. Kalix, on the other hand, remains silent, perhaps contemplating the gravity of the situation and the actions of Elizabeth.Despite the encounter with Elizabeth, Asher and Kalix continue to be supportive friends of Dante. They stand by his side, offering their support and understanding as he navigates his thoughts and emotions rega
“Look who decided to show up!” As Dante approaches Dominic, a mocking yet polite tone laces his words, drawing attention from Asher and Kalix who walk behind him. Their curious gazes fixate on Elizabeth, who maintains her composure, meeting Dante's gaze. Dominic observes their attention on Elizabeth, but instead of feeling annoyance, a sense of pride swells within him. He places a hand on her waist, asserting his confidence."Dante, what a surprise!" Dominic responds, his tone exuding confidence. Dante scoffs, a smile playing on his lips as he retorts, "Of course, I had to come to see the misery on your face." Dominic licks his lips, a glimmer of defiance in his eyes as he declares, "Quite the opposite, Dante. I am proud to have her."Dante's gaze shifts, his eyes narrowing as he thoroughly scans Elizabeth. "Can't blame you... I would do the same," he remarks, his words laced with a mix of admiration and provocation. The comment does not sit well with Elizabeth, and her annoyance b
The man sits poised in a lavish cabin nestled within the office building on the sixty-seventh floor. His attire exudes professionalism, as he is dressed in a finely tailored business suit that accentuates his impeccable sense of style. As he leisurely sips his coffee, his gaze remains fixed on the news unfolding on the large TV screen.The cabin itself is a testament to elegance and refinement. The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, lending an air of sophistication to the space. Soft ambient lighting casts a warm glow, creating an inviting atmosphere. The room is meticulously furnished, with plush leather chairs and a sleek, polished desk, reflecting the man's impeccable taste.Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a stunning panoramic view of the bustling city below. Skyscrapers reach towards the sky, their magnificent structures standing as symbols of progress and ambition. The man takes a moment to appreciate the urban landscape that stretches before him, a reminder of the dynami