Up next is the highly anticipated battle! At the banquet, Lyla is going to put Sienna and all the other women who look down on her in their place. And when she gets fierce, she might even take Carlo down with her! How excited are you? Let me know in the comments!
By the time they were ready, it was nearly 7 PM. Emma checked the time and quickly grabbed Lyla, hurrying them out of the room. They walked down the hallway to the elevator, and as it descended, the sounds of the banquet grew louder. When the doors opened, the noise hit them like a wave. The music was deafening—a pulsing rock beat that made the very floor beneath them tremble. Emma, excited like a girl heading to her first school dance, was about to pull Lyla inside when a senior staff member approached. "Emma, where have you been? Get back to the kitchen and help with the drinks!" Emma pouted, clearly disappointed, but then gestured toward the large doors. She whispered to Lyla, "Ms. Sinclair, this is the banquet hall. I have to help serve the drinks and snacks, so I can’t go in with you."Lyla nodded, watching Emma walk away. She stayed back for a moment, calming her nerves, before taking a deep breath and pushing open the grand, gold-trimmed crystal doors.The sight that greeted
"Stop it!" Lyla rushed forward and quickly helped Emma up from the ground. She immediately saw the swollen red imprint of five fingers on Emma's pale cheek. There were even nail scratches, leaving cruel red marks on her delicate skin.“Ms. Sinclair...” Emma's voice trembled with tears, which she could no longer hold back as they began to stream down her face. “I really didn’t lie…”Lyla cut her off, gently supporting Emma and grabbing a glass of iced drink from a nearby tray. Pressing the cool glass to Emma’s injured cheek, she said softly, “Don’t speak. Just hold this and ice your face.”Emma obediently nodded, taking the glass, her eyes filled with hurt and helplessness.As Lyla looked at the painful marks on Emma’s face and the sorrow in her eyes, a fire of anger ignited in her chest. She could tolerate insults directed at herself, but harming her student, her friend, had crossed the line.Standing tall, Lyla turned around slowly, her gaze sharp as a blade, locking onto Sienna.“Wha
Lyla, however, wasn’t in the same lighthearted mood. A wave of indignation surged through her once again, and this time, it reached its peak. Without thinking, she stormed forward and shoved Carlo hard in the chest. “What’s so funny?” she shouted, her voice a mix of anger and hurt. “Do you think we’re monkeys in a zoo, fighting each other for the scraps you toss at us? What’s there to be proud of? You’re nothing more than a heartless bastard who doesn’t even understand basic respect! Do you really think you’re any better than these women?”Her hand swept over to gesture at the lavishly dressed women around them, her pent-up frustration from the past month spilling out all at once. She was so worked up that her neatly styled hair became disheveled, with a few strands falling across her flushed face, oddly enhancing her striking beauty.Carlo’s attention was fixed on her. He raised an eyebrow, mesmerized, and without thinking, reached out to brush her hair aside. But before he could, sh
Lyla's body was rigid, her mind completely blank. She barely registered that Carlo was carrying her through the darkened deck, into an elevator, and all the way to the top floor.At the far end of the top floor was a luxury suite—different from the one he had been in with Sienna. Carlo headed straight for the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.The mattress was so soft that Lyla immediately sank into it, like falling into a gentle trap. The sudden feeling of weightlessness snapped her back to reality. Instinctively, she shrank into a corner of the bed, her wide eyes locked onto Carlo, filled with fear and confusion. She struggled to keep her emotions in check, her voice trembling as she asked, "Did you... did you just kill Sienna?"Carlo didn’t respond right away. Instead, he walked over to a nearby table, picked up a stack of newspaper clippings, and tossed them onto the bed.With shaking hands, Lyla picked up the clippings and began to read. Each one was an obituary of a Eu
Carlo held onto the hand Lyla had wrapped around his waist and continued, "My father's legal wife is also from a Mafia family, and she has a son, Blake Ferretti, the rightful heir to the family. To him, my existence is the greatest threat.""And so you and your mother..." Lyla's heart ached for him. She wanted to say, "It must have been difficult," but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she tightened her embrace around Carlo."That night, I didn’t mean to disappear without a word." Carlo's voice softened. "Hudson texted me about my father being shot and hospitalized. Blake, however, got the news before I did and sent hitmen to ambush me. As soon as I got home, my sports car was set on fire by his men."Lyla gasped, covering her mouth in shock. So Carlo hadn’t lied when she asked about that car back in the laundry room.Suddenly, everything clicked into place.Her father, gravely injured. His half-brother, Blake, determined to claim the family fortune and power, sent assassins aft
The cruise sailed along its course for four days until, at last, it docked at a small island under a clear sunset sky.During those days, Lyla and Carlo rarely left their cabin. Lost in the joy of their confessions, they spent each day wrapped up in one another, as if time and space had become meaningless.When they finally, reluctantly, separated and prepared to disembark, Lyla noticed the eerie quiet around them. The usual bustle on the cruise had vanished. Apart from the stern-faced guards standing nearby, there was no one else in sight. The stillness unsettled her, making it feel like the lively days on board had all been a dream.She paused, instinctively stopping in her tracks as she followed Carlo. “Where are all those women?” she asked quietly.Carlo turned, noticing her anxious expression, and, with a playful seriousness, replied, “Fed to the sharks.”“Really?!” She gasped, covering her mouth. For a moment, she seemed to believe him, running to the railing and looking around
"You don’t know anything," he retorted coldly. "My father married his wife purely for family alliances, for the sake of business. He met my mother long before that marriage; theirs was real love. As for his wife, there were no feelings between them—just a union of convenience."Lyla frowned. She’d heard of marriages like this before, from royal families in history to modern corporate empires. But she believed that in today's world, with all the freedoms people now have, marriage should be a choice—not something imposed by family obligations.“This isn’t fair!” Lyla’s voice was firm, frustration etched in her tone. “It’s unfair to your mother, and it’s equally unfair to Mrs. Ferretti! Your father used his wife and controlled your mother, all while basking in the benefits from his marriage and taking your mother’s love without giving her dignity in return. Both women were wronged, and yet he still takes pride in it. He should be ashamed of himself!”"What did you say?" Carlo’s interrupti
Lyla hurried back to the cruise, her thoughts tangled, unsure of what to do next. She wanted to find a quiet place, somewhere to calm her mind and sort out her complicated relationship with Carlo.Returning to their shared room was out of the question, and without a room key, she couldn’t access any other cabins either. With no other options, she began to pace along the deck, trying to steady her thoughts.Just then, her attention was drawn to the activity below the ship. A line of bodyguards and crew members were steadily disembarking, each holding a crate filled with supplies. Among them, Lyla recognized Emma and immediately called out to her. Emma turned, surprised, and, seeing Lyla, smiled warmly and hurried over after passing her load to another crew member.“Ms. Sinclair! What are you doing here?” Emma asked, breathless, her cheeks flushed with both exertion and excitement. “I thought you’d already gone ashore with Mr. Carlo.”Lyla shifted uncomfortably. “It’s… a bit complicated