After breakfast, Klarisse hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage to ask Alexander. "Do you mind if I drop by the café before the meeting? I need to check on things and talk to Allie." Alexander looked up from his phone, his brow lifting slightly. "Sure. I’ll come with you." She blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback. "You don’t have to. It’s just a quick stop. I’ll only be a few minutes." He shrugged, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I don’t mind. I’ll wait for you there. Besides, it beats sitting around the estate doing nothing until the meeting." Klarisse hesitated again, unsure how to feel about his offer. The idea of him sitting in her café felt strange, almost too... domestic. "Alright," she said finally, a small smile tugging at her lips. "But I mean it—you don’t have to help. Just... sit and have some coffee." "Deal," Alex replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips. ---When they arrived at the café, Klarisse felt a wave of relief wash over her. Thi
The towering Robinson Enterprise building loomed ahead as Alexander parked the car in the underground garage. Klarisse adjusted her blazer nervously, her mind buzzing with their parents’ instructions. She glanced at Alexander, who wore his usual calm mask, though she could see the faint tension in his jawline. As they stepped into the elevator, their silence spoke volumes. Klarisse thought of the weight this deal carried—not just for the Robinsons and Fowls, but for their precarious position as newlyweds navigating this complex web of alliances. When the elevator doors opened on the executive floor, Bronson Robinson and Alan Fowls were already waiting for them, both men dressed impeccably in dark suits that radiated authority. Angela and Kareen stood nearby, their expressions poised but watchful. “You’re both late,” Bronson said curtly, checking his watch. “Traffic,” Alexander replied evenly. Bronson nodded toward the conference room at the end of the hall. “This is an important
The private restaurant was opulent, its walls adorned with golden accents and muted lighting that gave the room a warm, intimate glow. A long table in the center of the room was set with pristine white linens, crystal glasses, and fine china. It was a space designed for exclusivity, and tonight, it hosted the newly solidified alliance between the Robinsons and the Fowls. Klarisse adjusted the hem of her dress as she entered the room with Alexander by her side. The tension from the earlier meeting with Valentin Marconi had faded, replaced by a lightheartedness she rarely associated with gatherings like this. Both families seemed at ease, the weight of their successful negotiation paving the way for a moment of camaraderie. “Here they are,” Bronson said, raising his glass in a welcoming gesture as Alexander and Klarisse joined the table. “The future of our families.” Alan smiled as he stood to pour drinks. “A deal well-negotiated deserves a proper celebration. Let’s toast to our part
The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting a golden glow on the room. Klarisse sat up abruptly, her head pounding and her heart racing. The familiar room around her did little to quell her panic as she realized she was wearing only a silk robe. Her clothes from the previous evening were nowhere in sight. She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to piece together the scattered fragments of last night’s celebration. The wine, the toasts, the laughter—all vivid and yet blurry at the same time. Her stomach churned with a mix of embarrassment and worry as the glaring question loomed: *How did I end up here, like this? * Her mind raced, but her body remained frozen, her hands clutching the edge of the robe as if it were the only anchor she had in a sea of uncertainty. Then, the door creaked open. Alexander entered, holding a tray of food—toast, scrambled eggs, and a steaming cup of coffee. He was dressed casually, his shirt
As Klarisse sipped her coffee, its warmth spreading through her, her mind wandered to an entirely different line of thought—one that she hadn't allowed herself to entertain until now. She glanced at the tray Alex had brought her, a small gesture of care that was so unlike the circumstances of their union. *Why didn’t he even look at me like that? * Her thoughts were unwelcome, frustrating even, but she couldn’t stop them. She was thankful Alex hadn’t taken advantage of her vulnerability while she was drunk—that much was clear. But deep down, there was another question gnawing at her, one she hated herself for even considering. *Was he not attracted to me at all? * She frowned, picking at the corner of her toast. Alex was her husband, at least in the eyes of their families and the rest of the world. Yet, despite their arrangement, it felt like they were two strangers playing their respective roles, trying not to step on each other’s toes. It wasn’t as though she wanted him to fall
The morning sun spilled through the expansive windows of the Robinson estate, casting a golden glow over the dining room as Alex and Klarisse sat across from each other. A quiet yet awkward tension filled the space, a contrast to the usual strict business-like atmosphere they had grown accustomed to during their family’s endless negotiations and strategies. Bronson Robinson and Alan Fowls had summoned them both just moments earlier, issuing what sounded more like an indulgence than an order: a full day off. “You’ve earned it,” Bronson had said with an uncharacteristically jovial tone. “A little time to yourselves as a couple after securing the Marconi deal. Consider it a reward.” The underlying meaning was clear—another step to solidify the appearance of their union. But Alex could sense it wasn’t entirely about optics. Their fathers had noticed their increasingly synchronized teamwork, perhaps taking it as a sign of genuine marital chemistry. Now, sitting across from Klarisse at
The car sped smoothly down the winding coastal road, the sound of the engine humming softly beneath the gentle crash of waves in the distance. Alex was focused on the drive, his hands steady on the wheel, his gaze fixed ahead. Klarisse, however, sat quietly in the passenger seat, her eyes following the endless stretch of ocean. She stole a glance at Alex, who was at ease behind the wheel. He looked relaxed—more than she had seen him in weeks. His hair caught the sunlight, and the faint smile playing on his lips as he hummed to the soft jazz playing in the car added an air of calm. He had been unusually attentive and kind all morning, and Klarisse couldn’t help but notice.But beneath the quiet warmth of the moment, her mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, circling back to the one name she couldn’t seem to escape: Maxine. She couldn’t ignore the shadow of the woman who held Alex’s heart. Maxine, shy and gentle, had been honest with her during their encounter at the cafe. Klarisse could
As the car came to a gentle stop near the secluded coastal retreat Alex had chosen for the day, Klarisse felt a twinge of excitement mixed with nerves. The day had already been unusual, marked by Alex’s uncharacteristic warmth and attentiveness. But nothing prepared her for what happened next. Alex exited the driver’s side, walking swiftly around the car to open the passenger door for her. Klarisse blinked in surprise as he extended his right hand toward her, his expression alight with a rare, boyish cheer. “Are you ready to have fun?” he asked, his tone filled with playful enthusiasm. Klarisse stared at his outstretched hand for a brief moment, taken aback by the gesture. It was simple, yet it felt deeply symbolic—a crack in the stoic walls they both had built. She slipped her hand into his, the warmth of his touch sending an unexpected flutter through her chest. “I guess I am,” she replied, her voice soft but with a genuine smile forming on her lips. As he helped her out of the
**Venice.** A city of dreams… but tonight, it was a city of **nightmares.** **Klarisse Fowl-Robinson** sat bound and helpless in a cold, dimly lit room. Her wrists were tied tightly behind the wooden chair, and her ankles were bound to its legs. The air was damp, filled with the scent of mildew and fear. **But it wasn’t the coldness of the room that chilled Klarisse’s soul.** It was the **man sitting across from her.** **“Ahhh…”** Luca swirled the deep red wine in his glass, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He sat leisurely, like a man savoring the fruits of a hard-fought victory. **“A fine vintage, don’t you think, Klarisse?”** His tone was mockingly polite, but his eyes… **Cold. Calculating. Cruel.** **Klarisse refused to answer.** Her jaw clenched as she stared at the floor, her eyes burning with tears she refused to shed. **But her silence only fueled Luca’s amusement.** **“Still giving me the silent treatment, huh?”** Luca chuckled softly, taking another
**Venice.** The city of canals, romance, and ancient mysteries. But for **Alexander Robinson**, it was a city haunted by the shadow of **Luca Marconi**. Tonight, Venice was not a place of beauty. It was a **battlefield**. **“Move in.”** Alexander’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of authority in it commanded immediate action. **Brandon and Lionel, his trusted right-hand men,** led their elite team into the seemingly abandoned structure that Luca Marconi had turned into a prison. It was an **old industrial warehouse**, hidden away in the heart of Venice’s labyrinthine alleys. **Dilapidated. Quiet. Deceptively so.** But Alexander knew better. **Luca never left anything to chance.** The air was thick with the scent of mold and rust. The dim glow of flickering lights overhead barely illuminated the narrow corridors. **“Check the perimeter,”** Alex ordered softly, his voice barely above a murmur. **“Stay alert.”** **Brandon and Lionel fanned out with precisi
The air was heavy with tension, thick with unspoken fears and uncertain loyalties. **Bronson Robinson** stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his expression grim but composed. Beside him, **Alan Fowl** sat with his hands clasped tightly, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. They were here to make a decision that would shape the future of **their families**… and the entire **Mafia underworld.** The hall was filled with representatives from the most powerful Mafia families. **The Bertollis, the Vasquezes, the Morettis, the Lucianos, the Bellinis…** All of them had come, their faces reflecting a mix of unease and impatience. **Bronson Robinson** scanned the room, his gaze sharp and assessing. He could feel the **weight of responsibility** pressing down on him. With **Alexander and Artemis away**, and **Klarisse still in Luca’s hands**, it was up to **him and Alan** to keep everything from falling apart. **Angela Robinson and Kareen Fowl** were not present at th
**Venice.** The air was thick with tension, the moonlight casting long shadows over the narrow alleyways that led to the meeting point. **Allie’s** heart was pounding, but her determination was unwavering. This was it. **The moment everything would change.** ---Allie stood with her arms crossed, her gaze locked on **Artemis Robinson**, who stood a few feet away, talking quietly with his brother **Alexander.** **Alexander Robinson** paced back and forth, his jaw clenched, his face etched with frustration and worry. **“This is insane,”** Alexander muttered, his tone sharp and unyielding. **“We shouldn’t even be here.”** **“Alex—”** Artemis tried, but his older brother cut him off. **“No. This is too dangerous.”** **“Everything about this has been dangerous,”** Allie interjected, her voice sharper than she intended. **Alexander turned to face her.** **“And bringing you here makes it worse!”** ---**Allie’s fists clenched at her sides.** **“I didn’t come here to argue, Ale
**Allie** stood by the window of the Robinson estate, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her phone was still warm in her hand from the call with **Artemis.** They had gone over **Enrico’s information** and were working to finalize the next move. But as much as Allie tried to focus on the present… Her mind wandered back to the **past.** **It came out of nowhere.** A wave of nostalgia swept over her, pulling her back to a time she had tried so hard to forget. **Before Klarisse.** **Before Artemis.** **Before she had a family that truly cared.** ---Allie had been barely **seven years old** when her world shattered. Her parents… Gone. An accident. **They never came home that night.** She remembered waiting by the window, hoping for the familiar sound of her father’s car pulling into the driveway. But it never came. ---From that point on, Allie had been tossed from one **foster home** to another. Some families were kind. Others… Not so much. **She learned quick
The sterile smell of antiseptics lingered in the air as **Allie Fowl** pushed open the door to **Enrico D’Angelo’s** hospital room. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mix of **anger and desperation** swirling inside her like a raging storm. She hadn’t waited for permission. **Lucas and Liana** had been left in the care of the nannies back at the Robinson estate. **Klarisse’s absence was tearing her apart.** And now… **Enrico was awake.** **He had answers.** **He had to.** ---Inside the hospital room, the tension was palpable. **Alan and Kareen Fowl** were already there, standing silently beside **Bronson and Angela Robinson.** Their faces were a mix of worry and controlled anger. **Enrico lay in the hospital bed,** pale and weak, but conscious. His eyes fluttered open as Allie stepped closer. **“Enrico,”** Allie’s voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her turmoil. **“Tell me everything.”** ---**Enrico D’Angelo’s gaze faltered.** He looked away, his jaw tighteni
The cabin of the private jet was cloaked in **silence** — a silence so thick it felt like a living entity, suffocating everything in its path. **Alexander Robinson sat near the window,** his eyes staring blankly at the vast expanse of clouds below. The engines of the jet hummed softly, a background noise that barely registered in his mind. **His thoughts, however, were anything but quiet.** ---Alexander’s mind was a battlefield, torn between **duty and love, responsibility and heartache.** **Klarisse.** His wife. The mother of his children. **Maxine.** His first love. The woman who had left, but never truly left his heart. **Luca Marconi had him exactly where he wanted him.** And for the first time… **Alexander felt powerless.** ---**“Who do you save?”** Luca’s mocking words echoed in Alexander’s mind. **“Who’s it going to be?”** His jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth ached. His fists were curled into steel at his sides, his nails digging painfully into his palms. *
The night air was heavy with **tension and frustration** as the private jet touched down on a discreet airstrip outside **Milan**. The moon was a silent witness to the storm that brewed inside **Alexander Robinson’s heart.** **Artemis was already waiting.** Standing beside him were **Brandon** and **Lionel**, their most trusted men, both ready to move at a moment’s notice. The tension in the air was **palpable**, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. **Alexander stepped off the jet, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with determination.** **He wasn’t going to lose Klarisse.** Not now. **Not ever.** ---**“Anything?”** Alexander asked, his voice sharp as steel. Artemis shook his head, frustration evident in the furrow of his brow. **“We’ve combed through the intel, Alex.”** His voice was low, controlled, but Alexander could hear the same fury he felt echoing within his brother. **“This is supposed to be it.”** Brandon, standing to the side, spoke up. **“Perimeter’s
The night was **cold and unforgiving** as **Artemis Robinson** stood on the rooftop of an abandoned building overlooking the industrial sector of **Barcelona**. The city lights shimmered in the distance, a contrast to the darkness that surrounded him. The night breeze tugged at his jacket, but the cold was the least of his concerns. **He had a mission.** A mission that had **nothing to do with power or control.** This wasn’t about expanding their influence. This was about **family.** **Klarisse.** His brother’s wife. **Maxine.** His brother’s former love. **Two lives.** **Two women Alexander cared about.** **And too much at stake.** ---Artemis had been through **hell** before. **Before he came back to the family.** Before he stood by Alexander’s side as his **right hand.** **He had lived in the shadows.** A world where trust was a luxury and betrayal was currency. But even then… **It had never felt this heavy.** **Now, everything was different.** **Now, it wasn’t j