As Margarita slowly regained consciousness, the world around her came into focus. She found herself in a dimly lit, dilapidated stable. The smell of hay and dirt permeated the air, intensifying the feeling of confinement. As she tried to move, she realized her hands were tightly bound with cable ties, rendering her helpless.Her heart pounded with fear as she surveyed her surroundings. The place was eerily silent except for the distant sound of dripping water.“Hello, is anybody here?”Panic welled up inside her as she remembered the events leading up to her abduction. The woman who sought her help turned out to be a decoy, and her guards were ruthlessly taken down. Now, Margarita found herself at the mercy of her captors, the unknown abductor who had orchestrated this kidnapping.“Who is there?”She muttered when she saw a shadow. The person she saw lying on the road and the lady responsible for her kidnapping.“Why did you bring me here?” Margarita, her cheek stinging from the slap,
Aslan's hands trembled slightly as he cradled Margarita's face in his palms, his eyes searching hers for answers. Concern etched deep lines on his forehead as he gently brushed away a strand of hair that clung to her damp forehead. The moonlight glimmers on her skin as she tries to stir up and lean on her own strength. "Don't," he muttered in her ears and let her settle on his chest. His heart was still burning with revenge, and if he could gift those bastards more deaths, this might extinguish the pain he was feeling at that moment. As soon as the driver killed the engine, Aslan scooped her in his arms and headed towards the entrance. Capo and Ramona stood there watching him, bringing her back. "Is she okay?" Capo questioned, watching his son popping with concern lines on his forehead. "I have to check." he chose not to attend his dad's questioning and stepped inside to call the maid. "I need hot water in my room in two minutes," He headed towards his room and placed her in th
Margarita woke up under the influence of medicine. It was not a refreshing morning, but vital enough to let go of the horror she encountered in the last few hours. She made her way towards the bathroom, making herself ready. She wanted to take over her duties today, but her health didn’t allow it. What surprised her was Aslan’s concern for her. He took Samson’s help to save her.Margarita turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, her mind clouded with mixed emotions. As she picked up her phone and saw Samson’s name, a hint of hesitation gnawed at her. She contemplated whether to answer or not, knowing that their relationship had been strained and her trust in him had faltered.“How are you feeling now?”“I’m feeling better,” she replied, her eyes meeting her own reflection in the mirror. The bruises on her face were a painful reminder of the ordeal she had endured.“I am sorry. You suffered all of this alone.” Samson’s voice carried a tone of genuine remorse, but Margi’s h
Margi sat alone in her room, enveloped in a sea of thoughts and emotions. Her life had transformed into a stormy roller coaster ride filled with unexpected twists and turns. The loss of Ethan had shattered her world, leaving her broken and vulnerable. And then, in the midst of her pain, she found herself falling in love with Samson.But as she looked down at her wedding ring, a symbol of their union, she couldn’t help but question the enigma that was her husband. He was a man of contradictions, showing her the darkest shades of his soul while simultaneously becoming a protector who shielded her from harm. It was as if he transformed into a different person when trouble arose, a devil who would stop at nothing to keep her safe.Yet, in the midst of this contradiction, Margi yearned for a deeper connection with him. A week had passed without a single call from him, and her attempts to reach out were met with silence. The distance between them grew, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense
As Laila and Mateo engaged in their conversation, Margarita took a moment to absorb her surroundings in Laila’s cozy little apartment. The space was adorned with beautiful ornamental plants, and the sheer curtains allowed the soft noon light to cascade into the living room. A steaming mug of coffee sat on the table, evidence that Laila had been engrossed in her work and had forgotten to take a sip.Her phone buzzed, and Samson’s name flashed on the screen. Margarita hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should answer the call. After their last conversation, she knew Samson had been alluding to her family and the enemies from their past.“Hello,” Margarita answered, her voice vibrant and echoing with warmth. At the moment's stillness, Samson closed his eyes, cherishing her angelic voice that reached him like a soothing melody.“How are you?” Samson’s voice was husky, showing that he had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol. The time difference between their locations was evid
“But that doesn’t absolve him of his role in my brother’s death,” Mateo seethed angrily, covering the distance between them in two long strides. He didn’t realize he had raised his hand to slap her until Laila yelled his name, snapping him back to his senses.“Mateo,” Laila intervened, trying to diffuse the escalating tension.His hand clenched into a fist, and he unleashed his fury on a glass decor placed nearby, shattering it into bits and pieces. His snarl revealed the rage burning inside him, and his knuckles turned red as blood oozed from the wounds.“Margi,” Laila gently pulled her away from his aura, sensing the danger of his unchecked anger.“Leave her; I need to talk to her,” Mateo demanded, his voice firm with frustration.Margi unwrapped Laila’s fingers from her forearms and turned to face her brother. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she steeled herself to confront him.“I heard people do stupid things when they’re in love, but I never knew they started lying to their fami
Mateo and Margi found themselves in a room, the atmosphere tense and charged with emotions. Margi waited patiently for Mateo to regain his composure before speaking her mind.“What is it, Margi?” Mateo asked, his anger still simmering just below the surface.“Did you bring me here to beg me not to tell the truth about Samson? Then you’re making a big mistake, because I won’t stay silent,” Mateo replied firmly. Mateo snarled in frustration, but Margi wasn’t here to change his mind about Samson; she had something more significant to share with him.“Do you remember an old FBI agent among Dad’s enemies?” Margi questioned, hoping to trigger a memory of her brother.“What?” Mateo was perplexed, not understanding where she was going with this.“My kidnapping was planned by him,” she revealed.“What? Who told you that?” Mateo’s eyes widened in surprise.“Samson,” she replied hesitatingly.“You believed him?” Mateo’s skepticism was evident.“Yes,” Margi affirmed.“And who the hell is this man
Margi and Aslan arrived in the States, and they both felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Margi was cautious, knowing they were stepping into dangerous territory to uncover the truth. Her mind continued to wander about this unknown thread, wanting to hurt her family for the last thirty years. This strange revelation was troubling her, and it was hard to trust the surrounding people. What could be the reason for someone to burn themselves for thirty years to avenge?Aslan, on the other hand, was determined to make things right and find redemption for his past actions. Till now, he did things according to Master and followed his game plan to satisfy his hatred, but now everything changed when he believed she could be the one he could rely on. A leap of faith, he wants to try to find the ground for his life.Mateo’s warning words affected him, and this time, he wanted to prove himself better than anyone else.His hand interviewed her as he saw she was looking out and lost in her tho
Margarita looked out at the moon, standing next to the fountain. The breeze played with her long curls, emphasizing the coldness. She was not expecting her dad to reveal the situation like this. She heard the footsteps approaching in her direction, and she was not willing to talk to anyone right now. She rushed towards the garden, thinking she could hide. “Margarita,” a voice brushed in her ears, and the goosebumps started to crawl out from her skin. She didn’t turn because she knew she would look weak and vulnerable in front of Samson. Margarita’s fingers tightened around the edge of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She could sense Samson’s presence behind her, the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them. But she remained committed, determined to protect herself from the pain that had once shattered her world. “I know... I have never missed an opportunity to hurt you, but we both know how much...” Samson whispered close to her ear; she turned
Three of them went inside. Samson could feel the resilience aura coming his way from Mateo. His presence might have been accepted by the Italian don but by the brother of Margarita Costello.The room was filled with a tense silence as Decker’s sharp gaze fell on Samson, his expression unreadable. Mateo stood by, observing the interaction between the two men.“Samson,” Decker’s voice was steady, his tone devoid of any warmth.“How are you now?”“I am... better,” Decker gestured toward a chair, indicating for Samson to sit. As they settled around a table, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.“Mateo, could you please call everyone? Our friend here came to have dinner with us,” Decker instructed, his eyes never leaving Samson.Mateo nodded and left the room, leaving Samson and Decker alone for a moment. The silence was tangible, and Samson could feel the weight of Decker’s scrutiny on him.The silence filled with the click of glass when Decker poured whiskey into two glasses and dr
Master’s cold eyes flickered with intense emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, and recounted his side of the story.“It all started when you shot Elijah, leaving him to die.” That sight was still crisp in Master’s mind, watching his son bathed in his own blood pool.Master’s voice was low and filled with bitterness.He paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he relived the memories of that fateful day. “Elijah’s condition only fueled my rage further. He was left paralyzed, and I couldn’t bear to see my son suffer like that.”“The pain of watching our son consumed my wife, and she chose to die by taking her life. I lost everything that day, and the pain consumed me because of you.” Master’s eyes didn’t flicker from Decker’s face.“I wanted revenge, and I wanted Decker to suffer as I had suffered. So, I searched for the worst criminals, those who would carry out my bidding without question. That’s when I found Vasco Ivankov and helped him establish the Spanish
In a quiet corner of the room, Adele and Elijah sat closely together. Both of them were old, and time had carved its marks on their faces, but their eyes held the same warmth and love that had bound them together for decades. Adele looked at Elijah with concern, her heart aching for the man she once loved deeply.“You look beautiful,” Elijah stammered.Adele smiled thinly and shook her head, withering away the worries about what was happening outside.“Is this because of the bullet in your spine?” Adele asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.Elijah nodded slowly, his lips twisted in pain as he struggled to speak. “Yes,” he uttered. “I got punished for what I did.”Tears welled up in Adele’s eyes as she reached out and cupped Elijah’s hand in her own. “No, Elijah,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “You didn’t deserve this. You were caught in the crossfire, and it was never your fault.”Elijah drooled, and Adele picked to wipe his face.“Is he handsome enough?” He chuck
The thick scarlet liquid dripped from the on the wooden floor, slithering down at the Master’s shoe. He finished, placed his cigar back on the ashtray, and looked sideways to see the lifeless body of Capo on his patio. His face twisted in disgust and anger. He looked at the man who had once been his friend, his ally, but was now nothing more than a hindrance to his plans. “Your blood stains my patio, making it dirty,” he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any remorse.“I thought your son was better than you, but these Costello bitches always win the men with their charm,” he greeted, his teeth watching over Elijah as he made his way to the patio.“Don’t look at me like this,” Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijah’s judgemental eyes.Capo’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name “Samson” on the screen, but Master didn’t bother to pick up. He threw the phone aside, frustrated by the turn of events. His plan to defeat Decker and take control of the underworl
The room was shrouded in darkness, the heavy curtains drawn tightly shut, blocking any sliver of light from the outside world. The only source of illumination was a single dim lamp perched on the edge of the heavy wooden desk. Its soft glow created dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the room.Capo sat there, a solitary figure amidst the darkness, his face partially concealed by the shadows. The lamp cast a faint light on his troubled expression, revealing the lines of sorrow etched on his face. His eyes, filled with a mixture of grief and determination, remained fixed on a picture of his beloved son, Aslan, which lay on the desk before him, his handsome face smiling back at him, and tears welled up in his eyes.“I’m so sorry, my boy,” Capo whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I never got the chance to tell you the truth. I wanted to explain why I punished your mother. Why I had to make the choices I did.”His mind drifted back to the painful memories
The morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, waking Sarah from her restless slumber. As she opened her eyes, she saw Margi sitting beside her, her face filled with concern.“Hey,” Margi said softly, “How are you feeling?”Sarah mustered a weak smile. “Better, I guess. Thanks for taking care of me.”Margi nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. “Of course, Sarah. I’ll always be here for you.”Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she looked at Margi. “I’m so sorry, Margi. I never meant for any of this to happen.”Margi reached out and gently squeezed Sarah’s hand. “It’s not your fault, Sarah. None of us could have foreseen any of this.”Sarah’s voice quivered as she spoke, “Will you ever be able to forgive Dominic?”Margi looked at her friend, unsure if she could ever find it in her heart to forgive the man who had caused her so much pain. “I... I don’t know if I can forgive him,” she admitted, her voice filled with uncertainty and vulnerability
Margi looked down at her trembling hands, her dress stained with blood and dirt. One part of her heart was relieved. Sarah is safe and under the doctor’s observation. Her mind drifted back to that horrifying day when she witnessed her brother Ethan’s tragic end. The image of him being engulfed by bullets haunted her, and her own screams echoed in her ears. She felt the guilt creeping in, wondering why it was always her loved ones who suffered while she managed to survive.Aslan’s face flashed before her eyes, his hazel eyes filled with love and happiness just hours before his life was taken from him. The memory of his gentle smile and the promise of a new life together crushed her heart. She couldn’t bear the thought that she was with him in his last moments, and yet she couldn’t save him.“Why does it always have to be them? Why can’t I protect the ones I love?” Margi whispered to herself, her voice filled with desperation.Amid her thoughts, Antonio extended a glass of water towards
The road ahead seemed uncertain and dark. The headlights of the car cut through the night, illuminating the winding path before them, but it did little to dispel the heaviness in their hearts.In the silence of the car, broken only by the sound of the engine and the soft hum of tires on the road, Margi and Sarah couldn’t help but contemplate the shattered trust that lay between them and Dominic.Margi skimmed in her direction and knew how the pain etched on Sarah’s face. The dry tears and blank eyes were a reflection of the shattered trust that mirrored her own feelings. Looking at Sarah, Margi saw a reflection of her own heartache, and she knew that they both shared a similar pain.“Do you love him?” Margi asked, her voice soft and understanding, knowing the weight of that question.Sarah hesitated for a moment, her lower lip trembling with fear of revealing the truth. She squeezed her eyes and swallowed the truth without uttering them in words.Margi knew the ache of loving someone