The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, gently illuminating the hospital room. Lyla slowly opened her eyes, her vision still a bit blurry. However, a familiar figure was unmistakably visible—Carlo, slumped at her bedside, fast asleep. His furrowed brow and slightly parted lips showed exhaustion, while bruises and cuts marked his face, as if he'd just been in a fight.She blinked, unsure if she was dreaming. Ever since losing consciousness from the beatings in prison, she hadn't fully woken up until now. She couldn’t understand how she was lying safely in a hospital bed, and even less so why Carlo was there. Her last memory before blacking out felt distant, and she struggled to recall anything that followed.She tried to sit up, wanting to reach out and touch Carlo to confirm if this was real—after all, she had been dreaming about him constantly. But the moment she moved, a sharp, searing pain surged through her body. It felt as if someone had struc
Carlo sat in the small garden behind the hospital’s inpatient building. A cigarette, already burned down to the filter, clutched between his fingers. He had borrowed it a few minutes ago from someone passing by.He hadn't taken more than a few puffs, just holding it between his fingers, twisting the butt as if it were the head of an enemy lurking in the shadows—one he wanted to crush. The cold wind grazed his trembling hands, dulling the burning sensation from his fingertips, yet doing nothing to calm the fire raging inside him.It was colder here than by the coast, and he had rushed out without enough clothing. He wore only a thin shirt and jacket, letting the freezing air pierce his skin like blades, but he didn’t seem to notice.He had chosen to sit here on purpose, intentionally allowing the cold to envelop him, hoping it would dampen the murderous rage boiling within him. He wanted to kill—the people responsible for what had happened to Lyla."Sir." Hudson's voice sounded from be
The ward. Lucas sat quietly by Lyla’s bedside, a bouquet of violets in hand—Lyla’s favorite flower. He gently placed the delicate purple blooms on the nightstand, their soft hues glowing in the sunlight, casting a serene atmosphere that matched Lucas’s calm and composed demeanor.Lyla had just finished a series of medical tests and was reclining in bed, exhausted both physically and emotionally. Carlo’s abrupt departure weighed heavily on her, like a boulder crushing her heart. She didn’t have the energy to deal with anyone right now, but when she saw Lucas, she forced a weak smile, her voice soft with concern, “I heard you posted the million-dollar bail for me, Lucas. How did you manage to gather that much money so quickly?”Lucas, who had been pulling the curtains back to let in more light, turned to her with a calm, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. I have my ways.”Lyla’s expression darkened. She lowered her gaze, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she sh
Carlo didn't pay much attention to Lucas’s question, his expression calm and unreadable as he watched the people wheeling Lyla away, not moving until the last of them disappeared down the corridor.Only when everyone had gone did he finally turn, pushing Lucas aside with a swift motion. He adjusted his collar with deliberate precision, then spoke in a cold, serious tone: "Don’t worry. I’m just moving her to the VIP suite on the top floor. She’ll receive the best treatment and care there."Lucas’s brow furrowed as he stood his ground, growling, "Lyla doesn’t need your fake generosity. I can take care of her myself."Carlo’s lips curled into a mocking smile, his usual expression of disdain. "Oh, really? And how exactly do you plan to take care of her? What about when she needs to use the toilet? To bathe? Can you do that? Who are you to her, exactly? What makes you think you have the right to claim you can look after her?"Lucas froze, caught off guard by Carlo’s barrage of questions. A
Lyla felt a deep sense of helplessness at being placed in the VIP ward. She knew exactly who had orchestrated it, but this time, she didn’t fight back or lose her temper. After countless confrontations with Carlo, she had learned that resistance was futile. No matter what she said or did, the result was always the same: Carlo’s domineering control would win out, effortlessly maintaining his hold over everything.Instead, she remained quiet, silently accepting the treatments and care from the attendants. Her days passed in a monotonous routine, enveloped in an almost eerie calm. The only thing that occasionally broke the silence was the music therapist who played rock music during sessions—a choice that left Lyla questioning the therapist’s qualifications.Lucas wasn’t allowed to visit her in the VIP ward, and Carlo had not shown up either. Even Hudson had been absent. It was as if, apart from the nurses and caregivers around her, Lyla had been completely forgotten by the world.Time p
Lyla grew desperate, unable to comprehend why Carlo would reject her request. His coldness and unpredictability left her emotionally raw, and her voice cracked with the weight of her despair, “Please… I know a million dollars is no small sum, but Lucas is innocent. I have to help him. I’ll find a way to pay you back, I…”She had been on the verge of saying, “I’m willing to do anything,” but at the last second, she swallowed the words. She knew that if she voiced such a promise, it would only drag her into another endless entanglement with Carlo—a pain she could no longer endure. Tears began to spill down her face, uncontrollable.Seeing her tears, Carlo was torn between anger and anguish. He took a few steps forward, coming so close to her wheelchair that their faces were almost inches apart. His eyes narrowed, his gaze cold as he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.Lyla’s tear-streaked face was heartbreaking, but Carlo’s fury only grew as he realized that those tears weren
Half a month later, in the North Atlantic, a luxurious cruise ship sailed smoothly across the sea.Despite being winter in the Northern Hemisphere, the ship was near the equator, where the air remained hot and humid. The setting sun cast a warm glow on the shimmering ocean, while occasional salty breezes brought a fleeting sense of coolness. Around the pool on the deck, over a hundred young, beautiful women, dressed in all kinds of bikinis, held colorful cocktails and laughed and played, their lively chatter almost drowning out the rock music blasting from the speakers.When they were invited, they were told this was a beauty pageant party hosted by a young, mysterious billionaire. If any of them managed to catch his eye, they might become his wife, and their life would change overnight. Though the cruise had been at sea for three days and the women had spent those days indulging in endless luxury, none of them had seen the elusive billionaire. But that didn’t stop them from competin
“Exactly! Mr. Carlo!” Emma continued, her excitement bubbling over as she spoke, completely unaware of the confusion on Lyla’s face. “He contacted me out of the blue, thanking me for the little prank we pulled on you at the café. Then he asked if I’d like to work here part-time.”“The pay is amazing! And since I had nothing planned for winter break, I figured I’d use this job to save up my expenses for next semester.” Emma’s face lit up as she spoke, her words pouring out in an endless stream of admiration and gratitude for Carlo.Lyla’s mind became increasingly chaotic as she listened, her thoughts swirling with questions—about the “confession” from the supposed murderer, and why she had suddenly ended up on this cruise. Every time she tried to concentrate and piece things together, a sharp pain throbbed in her head. She shook it off and finally interrupted Emma, turning toward her room.Sensing Lyla’s shift in mood, Emma followed her inside. Her voice softened with a hint of concern