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...||...||.The idea of spending time together turned into a huge disaster. Rican's attention was divided between the one in front of him, Sia, and the one sitting a few seats away, Alessa. He couldn't stop glancing past Sia, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Alessa and the stranger she was with. Sia, meanwhile, grew visibly upset as she noticed Rican's discomfort and tense demeanor. His distracted attitude stung, making her feel ignored and unimportant.As Sia's frustration mounted, she turned around to see what was capturing Rican's attention. The moment she spotted Alessa sitting with her friends, her doubts vanished. The pieces clicked together, and she realized why Rican seemed so unsettled. It wasn't work or any external stress—it was Alessa.But on the other side, something inside him twisted painfully when Alessa looked at him and then turned away, pretending she hadn't seen him. It stung—stung badly. Rican couldn't understand why her indifference affected him so m
...||...||....Alessa was stunned for a moment by his sudden movement, her mind going blank. She stood there, frozen, trying to process what had just happened. Rican's kiss had taken her completely by surprise, and the intensity of his emotions left her reeling.When she finally pulled her senses back, Alessa tried to push him away by pressing against his chest. However, Rican grabbed her hand and gently twisted it behind her back, deepening the kiss and rendering her defiant action in vain.Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body responded to his touch with an intensity that she couldn't control. The kiss was filled with a mix of anger, longing, and desperation, leaving her breathless and confused.Frowning, she wanted to bite his lips, but before she could, Rican pinched her waist, making her gasp. Taking advantage of her open mouth, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring thoroughly, leaving her breathless and dizzy.The intensity of his actions made her heart r
...||...||....The sound of shoes echoed in the room, commanding the attention of every employee. As he walked with confidence, the atmosphere in the office shifted noticeably, becoming tense. He rarely visited the office, but when he did, everyone showed the utmost respect."Is Rican in the office?" he asked his secretary, Mona, his voice firm.She nodded timidly, "Yes, sir."He gave a curt nod and headed directly towards his personal office, his presence creating a palpable sense of anticipation and unease among the staff.The door of his cabin swung open forcefully as he entered. Rican raised his head, closing his eyes in frustration. He hadn't expected him to show up unannounced."Why this sudden appearance, Mr. Stefano Rossi?" Rican's voice was laced with sarcasm and annoyance. The formal address highlighted the strain in their relationship.Stefano's eyes narrowed. "Is that any way to greet your father?"Rican scoffed. "What brings you here? "- As he directly went to bus
...||...||....Martha stood outside the door, pressing her hands over her ears, her heart pounding with fear. The crashing sounds from inside the room made everyone in the house freeze in place. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and the echoes of Rican's rage reverberated through the hallways. The maids exchanged worried glances, each too terrified to move or speak.Inside, Rican was a hurricane of fury. He grabbed a hockey stick, swinging it with all his strength at the nearest glass cabinet. The glass exploded into a shower of shards, scattering across the floor like deadly confetti. His chest heaved with every breath, his face contorted in a mix of rage and despair. He was lost in his own world, consumed by emotions he could no longer control.Martha's mind flashed back to the first time she had seen him like this. He had been just a boy, standing in the middle of his room, flames licking at the curtains and furniture. His eyes had been wild, unseeing, as he screamed at gho
....||...||...."You know what? Your father used to force your mother for his physical needs..." Those words echoed in his mind like a broken record, each repetition amplifying his rage and sorrow. Rican's grip tightened on the hockey stick, his knuckles white with the force. He swung it with all his might, connecting with the wall, and the glass framed on it shattered into a cascade of glinting shards.The sound of the breaking glass was sharp and loud, mirroring the tumult in his heart. Pieces flew in every direction, scattering across the floor like fragments of his shattered peace."Your mother used to do every chore in the whole mansion, no amount of help allowed," the words rang in his head like a relentless hammer, driving his fury and grief deeper. "She was forced to handle all the office work herself, and if she made even the slightest mistake, she was punished."Rican's vision blurred with tears as he swung the hockey stick again, striking a nearby table and sending
...||...||....Rican, what have you done to yourself?" Alessa cried, trying to shake him gently, her hands trembling. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to rouse him, her heart breaking at the sight of his battered and bloody form. Rican kept murmuring incoherently, repeating the same sentence over and over, but it came out all fuzzy, making it impossible for her to understand."Rican, please," she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion.Finally, Rican looked at her, his eyes locking onto her teary ones. His head was spinning, the chaos in his mind a stark contrast to the gentle touch of Alessa's hand. He leaned into her touch, feeling its softness and warmth.As he gazed at her, a small and fragile smile appeared on his face, a rare vulnerability breaking through his usual tough exterior. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully absorb the warmth and comfort she offered.Alessa's touch was like a balm to his soul, soothing the raw edges of his pain. Her fingers br
...||...||....The doctor came and bandaged Rican's leg, assuring everyone that there was nothing to worry about. Throughout the entire process, Sia stayed by his side, never leaving him for a moment and Alessa, on the other hand, kept her distance, not once coming near him since the incident.Rican lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the door. It had been two days since the ordeal, and Alessa hadn’t come to see him, not even once. His nostrils flared with irritation. "How selfish can she be? She doesn't even have the courtesy to ask how I’m doing?" he thought angrily.Sia looked at him, seeing his perplexed expression. Noticing his distraction, she gently held his hand, bringing him out of his thoughts. "What are you thinking, Rican? Is there anything you need?" she asked innocently.His attention broke as he looked at her and smiled faintly. "Hmm... I was just wondering how you got into the room. As far as I remember, I locked the door from inside," he asked, his curiosity piq
...||...||....Sia pressed her lips against his, causing him to pause. The kiss was sudden, unexpected, and filled with an intensity that took him by surprise. Just as quickly, Sia pulled away, her eyes widening as she looked behind him."Alessa!" she whispered urgently.Rican turned around and saw Alessa standing in the doorway, her face a mask of shock and hurt. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and her mouth was slightly open, as if she had been about to say something but the words had been stolen from her. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the three of them were caught in a silent tableau of tangled emotions and unspoken words.Alessa's heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces. She had been trying to keep her distance, to protect herself from further pain, but seeing Sia kiss Rican felt like a dagger to her chest.As she ignored them and walked out, Alessa kept her head high until she reached her room. Once inside, she closed the door with