“Bianca, not now”, Arya said as she laughed. She wore a comfy two pieces and sat down close to the glass wall, where she could see the waves of the ocean hitting the shores. She was on a video call with Bianca on her iPad. “Why shouldn’t I? I miss you so much”, Bianca said and pouted her lips. The sunlight reflected on her face and brown hair and Arya was in awe of her beauty. “Bianca, you know your attitude never really made me notice how gorgeous you are”, Arya said. Bianca smiled shyly but soon turned angry. Uh-oh. “So I’ve been an ugly bitch to you for months right?”, she asked angrily. “No, I meant your personality is so strong it’s the only thing people notice”, Arya replied. “I’ll take it as a compliment. Being a female in an egoistical male field can be much. Everyone wants to compliment you on your looks instead of your accomplishments”, Bianca said. “Eww”. “Yeah, eww for real. It’s exhausting but, I do love me a good challenge. So, it’s better if I
Carls and Maria sat in the office alone this time as Rico had businesses to take care of. “What the fuck? How do we go about our plans?”, Maria asked. “Well, I don’t know”, Carls retorted. “It’s not like we can go find them in France”, she said. Carls rubbed his chin for a while before speaking. “What if we bring them back?”, he asked. “Oh, you mean call them and ask them to come back so I can kill Arya while you bring down Leonardo? We both know that won’t work”, she rolled her eyes at his suggestion. “Watch how you speak to me, woman”, Carls sneered. “You are not my boss”, Maria threw back. “We may be partners but you’re just a woman, don’t try to be on my bad side”, he said. “Well, that’s your problem. My problem is your bitch daughter”, Maria said and took a drink from her glass. “My idea still stands. We can use her mother or brothers against them to bring them back”, Carls suggested. Maria gave it a thought. The fact that Carls wa
“Oh, I was enjoying my peaceful days here already”, Arya whined and pouted her lips. “It’s just for a contract formality, it’s nothing serious”, Leonardo kissed her forehead. He received a deal earlier from one of his business partners in Jamaica and he had to attend the meeting in person. He hated business meetings but he was a businessman, he had no choice. “Ugh”, she said. “We’d be using our jet, love. I’ll see to it that you aren’t stressed”, he reassured her. There was no way in heaven, earth and hell that he’d leave her in Europe and travel to another continent entirely without her. “I know, I just love our peaceful days here”, she said. “It’s just for two days, three at most. Please princess, come with me”, he begged. “Of course I will. Do you think you can just dump me here?”, Arya teased. “I must be belong to a mental asylum to even think that”, Leonardo replied with a smirk. “And who says you don’t now?”, she asked. His smirk broadened into a fu
WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND MAY BE TOO SENSITIVE FOR SOME READERS. SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESAR AND KALI UCHIS Arya loved Jamaica. Leonardo had booked the most expensive resort for her pleasure. Not like she cared. All she wanted was alone time with her man. The Estate Homes exuded a blend of traditional Caribbean charm and contemporary luxury. The home was spacious, featuring expansive bedrooms, each elegantly furnished and with ensuite bathrooms that included both showers and bathtubs. Large, airy living spaces opened up to beautiful outdoor areas, where lush gardens and private pools invited relaxation under the sun. The architecture featured a high ceiling and large windows, maximizing natural light and views of the ocean or tropical gardens. The private terrace or balcony provided serene spots for morning coffee or evening cocktails along with a pool, while the state-of-the-art kitchens were a chef’s dream, fully equipped
BONUS CHAPTER Leonardo lost his cool. “You better get your men right, I am not spending more than three days here. I made a promise to my wife and I intend to keep it”, he growled. Kemar, Leonardo’s associate, swallowed audibly. “Mi ago do dat, Don. Jus gi wi likkle more minutes”, he said as he ran out of the room. “Kemar…. Your life depends on those few minutes”, he drawled casually, but there was no denying the temperature took a deep dive into frosty Kemar started to shake. “Yes, Don”. He scurried out. Leonardo checked the time on his watch. A soldier was standing behind him and the rest were standing outside but, he might as well just be alone. He missed Rob in these times. That being said, he’d rather swallow a scorching hot sword tip first before admitting that to Rob. He promised Arya that their trip would not last longer than two to three days and if he had to use Kemar as a scapegoat just to keep his promise, he’d do that with delight. Speak of the
The tension was evident. He didn’t have a good feeling about this Omar guy. “He’s not at fault here. If anything, he has been trying to get me to eat so bad”, Arya said with a low chuckle. Leonardo looked at Omar before leaning down so only Arya could hear what he was about to say. “Don’t you find it odd that he doesn’t talk?”, he asked. “Oh no, we’ve been talking for a while now”, she whispered back. And stopped in his presence, okay, that was something. “I don’t have a good feeling about him”. “Oh come on, he’s harmless”, she said. “I should know these things. My gut feelings when it comes to your safety is always right, mama”, he said in a hushed tone. If he was right, which he always was, letting Omar hear them will drive him off. “This isn’t the mafia. Can’t a girl enjoy a little vacation without having to deal with all this mafia bullshit?”, Arya lost her cool. Leonardo was dumbfounded. Arya lost her cool and it was nothing he’s seen before. “Ary
The security guards at the resort were useless sets of men. What did he expect? The resort was a cover up for money laundering which is a crime but it’s the mafia. Everything associated with it is a crime. “Don, this is the last building, he must be in here”, Rodolfo, one of the soldiers, said to him.. “What do you have?”, Leonardo asked. Rodolfo swallowed. “He is in the building, he’s armed but we don’t know…”. Leonardo punched him in the face. “He’s armed and we’re armed. March in there and bring out rat”. The men ran into the building and he led them. The building comprised of two rooms so sniffing out Omar wasn’t an issue. The issue however, was that Omar fired the gun the moment the door was pushed open. Leonardo winced at the pain in his chest from the bullet. From the not so long range and size of the bullet, it wasn’t a surprise. It was a good thing he wore a quality proof vest underneath his clothes every time. Regardless of that, a bad bruise was i
Her eyes tried to flutter open but she was too comfortable. She moved closer to the source of warmth wrapped around her body. “Hmmm…”, she moaned. “Are we awake?”, the sound of her husband’s voice caressed her ears and the rumble in his chest was like a mini massager. Wait! She flew out of his comfortable embrace and involuntarily moaned in disapproval as she lost his warmth. “Arya…”, he started. “Stop it”, she didn’t even spare him a glance. “At least let me look at you”, he said. “Nope”. “Baby, we need to talk”, he insisted. “I don’t want to”. “But we have to”. “And I said I don’t want to”, she snapped. “I’m sorry, but this is something we must do”, he said with a low voice. She sighed. “Okay, I’m listening”. Silence. “Arya, tell me what’s bothering you”. “I will. What bothers me is that fact that I never asked for any of this. My father is in the mafia and I had a traumatic childhood because of it. My only chance to escape was marriage but it tu
Isabel cradled the baby close, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as the infant’s soft cries filled the room. Her daughter. She traced the baby’s tiny features with trembling fingers—her button nose, her soft cheeks, and the tiniest fingers she had ever seen. A fierce protectiveness gripped her heart, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. But the moment of tenderness was fleeting. The cold, harsh reality of her situation came crashing down on her. She had no home, no job, and no way to provide for herself, let alone a newborn. The room reeked of decay and dampness, its peeling walls and rat-infested corners a far cry from the safe haven a child deserved. The baby’s cries grew louder, piercing through Isabel’s haze of despair. “Shh, shh, I’m here,” she whispered, rocking her gently. But the cries didn’t stop, and Isabel realized with a sinking feeling that the baby was hungry. She looked around the room, her heart racing. There was no milk, no clean water—nothing. Panic cla
Arya gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “You got impregnated by your mother’s boyfriend?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isabel nodded solemnly. “I did. I did all I could as a pregnant teenager with no home. I wish I’d known about the convent back then—it would have made my life so much easier. With little to no source of income or support, I was miserable and alone in the trenches of this town after I had to leave the old one. I won’t bore you with all the details. But when I was in labor, I had to make some difficult decisions.” FLASHBACK Isabel sat in the corner of her dimly lit room, chewing on the last bit of food she’d managed to scavenge. Her stomach cramped painfully, but she wasn’t sure if it was from hunger or something worse. It had been four days since her last meal, and her body was weak, her limbs trembling with every small movement. The cramps intensified, radiating through her body, and a wave of nausea swept over her. She pressed her hands again
“By the time I turned sixteen, much had changed in my life, though little for the better. I was the scorn of the town, whispers trailing me wherever I went. It wasn’t just the shame of my past that followed me like a shadow; it was the doors that slammed shut in my face, the jobs that paid me barely half of what they should, the side-eyes from those who thought they knew my story. And then there was Mama’s boyfriend, Stanley, who moved into our already-cramped home.” FLASHBACK Isabel stumbled into the house after a long, grueling day of work. The sun had long since set, and her body ached with exhaustion. She immediately headed to the kitchen, her stomach growling in protest, but her heart sank when she found the pans empty. She had prepared the food earlier that morning before leaving, but as usual, there was nothing left for her. Not a scrap. Her younger siblings, Amanda and Jacob, had already gone out for their own work, leaving the house silent save for the faint rustling
Arya burst into the room, emotions swirling in a storm of frustration. Leonardo, shirtless and in sweatpants, lay on the bed with his laptop, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. When he looked up and saw her, his expression immediately softened. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. “Fuck! I’m so tired of all of this! When does it actually end?” Arya's voice was thick with anger and despair as she shouted, letting out everything she had bottled up inside. Leonardo remained quiet, letting her vent, and placed a gentle hand on her back for support, feeling the tension in her shoulders. “We can talk about it when you're ready,” he said quietly, his voice calm and steady. She took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Isabel said she’s my grandmother,” she blurted out. He froze, stunned by her revelation. It explained so much—Isabel’s secretive behavior, her willingness to help them even at great personal risk. “How do you fe
Arya walked into the Mayor’s office, her mind still swirling with thoughts of her time at the convent, which had ended permanently. Henry had called her the day before, insisting that someone come to the Townhouse to collect a certificate for her volunteer service. She had kindly turned him down, but Henry was insistent, not taking no for an answer. Arya found herself wondering where this sudden niceness was coming from. She didn’t trust a single soul in this town, not even after everything she’d done to protect herself, including running a secret background check on Ricardo—though he would never find out about that. “Ah, Dona, welcome to my office,” the Mayor greeted, his voice oozing charm as his secretary led her into the room. Across from him sat Isabel and one of the council members, Frederick. Arya couldn’t bring herself to look at Isabel, her gaze fixed firmly on Henry instead. “Thank you for having me,” Arya said, offering a smile that barely touched her lips. Henr
She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “It’s… it’s all too much, Leo. Everything. Isabel, the Sisterhood, my parents—I never even had the chance to mourn them, and now all of this…” He squeezed her hands, the warmth of his touch grounding her. “You don’t have to carry this alone. I know it feels like the world is crumbling, but we’ll get through it. We always do.” She gave a bitter laugh, wiping away a tear. “You warned me about this life. You told me it would be hard, that it would come with pain and danger. And I thought I was ready. But now…” He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his expression softening. “You are ready. You’re stronger than anyone I know. And you’re not alone.” She broke down into even harder sobs, and he just held her close, letting her cry against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her tightly, and he whispered soothing words, his touch gentle and comforting. As her body shook with grief, he fought the urge to share what had happe
By the time they finished work, dusk had settled over the city, casting long shadows across the streets. “I need to get back to the cabin,” Leonardo said, gathering his things. “My wife’s there, and we’ll wrap things up once we’re back.” He knew Arya had gone to the convent earlier to confront Isabel, and although his instincts told him she was safe, a faint sense of urgency nagged at him. Working here, dealing with everything else, had given her space, but he couldn’t help wanting to check in on her. Behind him, Ricardo and Rob were in yet another argument, voices rising and falling as they debated. Leonardo had long since learned to tune them out. Instead, he let his thoughts wander. Spending most of his childhood alone, with only the company of books he’d memorized cover to cover, he’d become accustomed to living inside his mind, finding peace there. But something shifted. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flicker of movement, something or someone moving too delib
Leonardo walked into the room to find everyone already seated, waiting expectantly. He took his seat, and Rob slid a few files across the table. “These are all we could gather, boss. I double-checked—it’s everything they had,” Rob said, his tone firm. Leonardo picked up the files, scanning through them quickly. Setting them back down, he looked up, addressing the room. “Someone is playing a twisted game with my wife. She suspects it might be the Mother Superior, but I’m not convinced,” he began, his voice steely. Rob tensed beside him. Usually, they didn’t discuss these matters openly, especially with others around. But Rob must have trusted Leonardo’s judgment since he didn’t attempt to question it. “Of course, we don’t suspect any of you,” Leonardo added, glancing around the table. “We trust you all completely, especially after the support you’ve shown. And if we need further assistance, we’ll reach out.” He nodded at Ricardo, who took the cue. “You heard the Don. We
Arya could hardly believe Isabel’s audacity. Her voice trembled with anger as she glared at the Mother Superior. “Don’t sit there on your high horse, pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Isabel sighed, placing her reading glasses delicately on the table. “I get that you’re the wife of a very powerful man, a Don, but Arya, I don’t need to hear about the issues in your marriage. I have done nothing wrong, and I genuinely have no idea what you’re accusing me of.” Arya recoiled, taken aback by the indifference in Isabel’s tone. “What? Why would you say that?” “Why shouldn’t I?” Isabel responded sharply, her expression unreadable. Arya narrowed her eyes, studying Isabel's face. “No. Why would you assume this was about my marriage, Isabel? What makes you think that’s what I came here for?” Isabel raised an eyebrow, her mouth curling in a faint, mocking smile. “Oh, it’s not? Then I’m truly sorry for the misunderstanding. But tell me, Arya—what exactly are you accusi