The moment Catherine entered the kitchen and saw Parblo with the other servant, she forgot that she was hungry and rushed out of the room, hurrying for Rome's study.As she approached the stairs, Logan was coming down, and the two locked eyes. She could see the worry in his gaze, and Catherine blurted out, "Is he here?""Yes, ma'am. But I don't think you should go in there just yet." Logan hesitated. "He's planning on staying at the Rossi, and knows the relationship between Master and him-""Rome is going to be infuriated." "Yes. I think it's best you let them talk it out as father and son and try to give them some space for now," Logan suggested, his tone carrying a mix of concern and caution.Catherine nodded, her own worry deepening. "I understand. But if things get out of hand..."Logan took a step back, giving Catherine space, stepping aside, and she gave him a faint smile before rushing up the stairs.When she got to the study, she paced nervously outside the study, her mind ra
Unable to take the suspense anymore, Catherine grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, only to see her son and husband hugging. The sight took her breath away, and for a moment, the years of tension and heartache seemed to dissolve in the warmth of their embrace.Rome looked up, his eyes still wet with tears, and managed a faint smile. "Honey," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Come here."Rene, still holding onto his father, turned to face his mother. His eyes, too, were glistening with tears. "Mother," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of relief and sorrow.Catherine hurried across the room and wrapped her arms around both of them, pulling them into a tight, heartfelt embrace. "You guys good?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.Rome nodded, his grip tightening around Rene and Catherine. "We're getting there," he replied softly. "It's been a long time coming."Rene pulled back slightly, looking at both his parents with a mixture of hope and satisf
Rene took the envelope, his expression firm but unreadable. He carefully opened it, pulling out the contract agreement and scanning its contents. Parblo watched him closely, curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension."Everything good?" Parblo asked, unable to contain his curiosity.Rene didn't respond immediately, continuing to read through the contract. After a few tense moments, he finally looked up, meeting Parblo's eyes. "I just needed to make sure of a few things," he said, his tone guarded. "There's a lot at stake, and I can't afford any mistakes."Parblo nodded, though his curiosity was still piqued. "Understandable. Just remember, we've worked hard to get to this point. The plan relies on everything going smoothly."Rene nodded, folding the contract and placing it back in the envelope. "I know. And I appreciate everything you've done for me, Parblo." With that, he tapped the old man's shoulder and walked off, leaving Parblo standing in the hallway, still curious, and yet,
The atmosphere in the Rossi dining room grew even more charged as Jason Rossi stood and made his way toward Rene, eyes filled with a mix of suspicion and disdain. Rene’s expression remained calm, but Maria could sense the tension in his stance. Her heart ached, knowing that he was facing yet another challenge on her behalf.Jason reached for the bag, his movements deliberate and almost theatrical. The rest of the family watched with a mixture of curiosity and scorn. Maria held her breath as Jason unzipped the bag and upended its contents onto the polished floor, causing Rene's clothes, shoes, socks, underwear, documents, and everything else to scatter on the dirty tiles.A small stack of papers and a few personal items tumbled out. Jason glanced down, clearly unimpressed. “What is this? More useless junk?”Rene remained silent, his eyes steady on Jason. Maria felt her frustration building, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Rene had to have had a reason for bringing the bag. Sum
The next morning, Rene woke up on the couch inside Maria's bedroom. The first night of them being a married couple, he spent it away from her, confined to the couch. His back ached, and the events of the previous day weighed heavily on his mind. He glanced over at the bed, where Maria lay sleeping, her face peaceful in repose. Despite the tension between them, seeing her like this made his heart ache.Rene quietly got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up, trying not to disturb her. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he returned to the room and saw Maria stirring awake. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, and looked over at him. Their eyes met briefly before she quickly looked away, getting out of bed without a word."Good morning," Rene said softly, hoping to break the ice.Maria didn't respond. She walked past him to the bathroom, her expression cold and distant. Rene sighed, realizing that the wall between them had only grown thicker overnight. He knew better than
Jason stormed into his office at "Rossi Enterprises," his face contorted with fury. The anger from this morning's breakfast still simmered beneath his skin that Maria dare humiliated him and cause their grandfather to look down on him. He was itching to channel it into something productive... namely, ruining his cousin and Rene, two birds one stone. Slamming the folder shut, he marched directly to his secretary's desk, where Alex was diligently typing away on her computer.“Hey!” Jason’s voice cut through the hall, sharp and commanding. “I need you to handle something for me.”Immediately, Alex looked up from her screen, her fingers hovering above the keyboard. She met Jason’s fierce gaze, her eyes wide with surprise. “Yes, Mr. Rossi? What’s the matter?”Jason leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper as he spoke through clenched teeth. “I want you to start a rumor about Kia. One that will totally destroy his image in this company.”“Mr. Rossi, are you sure about this?
Rene stared at Alex, trying to process her abrupt instructions. The tension in the room was palpable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the whole situation."Take a seat," Alex repeated, gesturing to a chair in the center of the room.Rene hesitated for a moment before complying, his mind racing with questions. "Why am I here? What's going on?"Alex remained stoic, her expression unreadable. "You're being assigned a task," she said curtly, her tone leaving no room for argument.Rene furrowed his brow, feeling a knot of unease tighten in his stomach. "A task? What kind of task?""You've been placed in the cash handling position at the financial department of the company," Alex explained matter-of-factly.Rene's eyes widened in disbelief. "Cash handling? But I... I don't have any experience in that. Why me?"Alex's lips curled into a slight smirk, though there was no warmth in her eyes. "That's not for you to question. Just follow instructions."Rene's heart
Minutes later, after the transaction was done, Rene left the bank, the receipt for the deposit tucked securely in his pocket.Everything went smoothly than he thought it would. Yet, after he hailed a cab back to Rossi Enterprises, his mind was still buzzing with thoughts of the peculiar encounter and the weight of the responsibility he had just handled.It made less sense that the Rossi who hated him to the bone would trust him with such a position. But then again, it was Maria who did, and he wasn't sure if she was doing all this to prove to her family that he could be trusted.The thought of her helping him out to gain her family's trust made Rene smile faintly, feeling less trouble the more the idea crossed his mind.When he arrived and walked into the building, he spotted Alex in the lobby, near the receptionist's desk, a look of stress on her face as she glared at her watch.Rene approached her, his expression was stern as he called out. "I have deposited the money. Here's the re
As the seconds passed, Maria stood there, frozen, her hands hovering over the now-open pink box.Watching her a few feet away, Rene didn't move. He stood at the edge of the room, his fists clenched at his sides, as though bracing for impact.Inside the box, carefully folded and stacked with painstaking intention, were pieces of a life Maria had never lived… Rene’s life before her.At the very top sat an oversized navy blue hoodie, the fabric soft and worn at the elbows. Maria touched it like it might burn her. The faint smell of cologne still clung to it. Her fingers trembled as she picked it up and beneath it, she saw more... another hoodie and more stuff that seemed to belong to him.“She kept your clothes.” Maria chuckled, eyeing Rene. Underneath them were some pajamas… soft flannel ones in faded pinks and creams, obviously too small to be Rene’s. Folded beside them were a couple of plush teddy bears, the kind you win at a fair, with one having a crooked little bow.Then came the
The tires had barely stilled when Rene turned off the engine. The quiet hum of the Rossi estate’s grand driveway didn’t soothe the storm rising in his chest.He glanced at Maria beside him.She hadn’t spoken much during the drive. She was staring straight ahead, lips pressed into a thin line. Her hand was resting near the console. He tried to reach for it, brushing her knuckles lightly, just to feel her warmth. But she didn’t flinch, didn’t look at him.Then she blinked.And her entire body stiffened.“Don’t tell me…” she muttered.Rene followed her gaze and his jaw clenched.Their eyes locked on Layla, standing in front of the mansion, leaning against her car like she’d been planted there for hours. Her arms were crossed, her knuckles white, like she’d been gripping something too hard for too long. The moment she spotted them, her lips curved into a sweet, slow smile.Pushing the car door open, Rene’s entire body went tense.He stepped out of the car first, moving toward Maria’s side
The room was too quiet now. Too still.Layla’s heart pounded as she stood slowly, hoping Jason wouldn’t notice the tremor in her steps. Her voice was calm, “I got rid of everything.”Jason didn’t respond at first. He simply stared at her with a predator’s stillness. Then he nodded slowly, lips twitching into a faint smile.“Everyone out,” he said, not taking his eyes off Layla.Smiling at her brother, Bianca’s brows lifted, amused. “All of us?”Jason didn’t blink. “Except her.”With a deep sigh, Antonio paused, narrowed his gaze toward his son, and then at Layla, whose face had paled. He was quiet for a moment before setting his drink down with a heavy clink.“Be careful,” he muttered, then turned and walked out.Holding in her breath, Bianca lingered, an eyebrow raised, clearly enjoying the tension before Jason snapped, “Bianca.”“Alright, alright,” she said, smirking as she glided past Layla. “Have fun, lovebirds.”Watching them with desperate eyes, Layla’s breath hitched as the doo
The office smelled like cedarwood. The heavy oval desk gleamed beneath the amber lights as Jason stood at the head of the room now, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the embodiment of calm arrogance as he paced slowly before the others.Eyes glinting with mischief, Bianca lounged on the leather sofa, glass of wine in hand, already smiling at her brother’s smug expression. Antonio stood by the liquor cabinet, refilling his drink but watching Jason closely. Layla sat stiffly, arms crossed, her gaze wary but silent.Finally, Jason stopped pacing and turned toward them, a smirk creeping across his face.“Well,” he said, voice rich with satisfaction, “it worked. Exactly like I said it would.”Pausing the wine glass to her bottom lip, Bianca’s smile widened. “What? You mean you actually getting Maria to question him?”When their eyes locked with such a sinister glance, Jason let out a short laugh.“I didn’t just make her question him,” he said. “I planted doubt in her like a slow-burning fus
When Rene didn't utter a word, Maria’s voice cracked again. “Would you stay away from her? Completely. If it comes to me or her?”Rene looked at her... really looked at her... and something in his eyes shifted. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t guilt. It was something much heavier. Something sad.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he drew in a breath, slow and deliberate, before speaking in a voice so quiet she almost missed it.“If I have to cut someone out of my life just to prove that I love you... then what we have isn’t love. It’s fear.”Maria blinked, stunned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means,” Rene said, tone still calm, but laced with an ache she hadn’t expected, “that if you don’t trust me… if you honestly believe that I’d cross a line with Layla, then we don’t have the kind of foundation a marriage is supposed to be built on.”Her throat closed around a lump she couldn’t swallow. Every breath started to feel heavier.He stepped closer, slow and steady. “You’re asking m
When Rene suddenly locked eyes with her, Maria’s breath hitched. Again.The words Jason had thrown at him, felt like daggers dipped in honey, sliced through something fragile in her chest. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, loud, loud, too loud.And Rene… he hadn’t moved.Hadn’t spoken.But his fists were clenched so tightly at his sides that it was a wonder his knuckles hadn’t split open.“Maria-” Vittoria tried again, her voice concerned now. “Say something.”“I…” Maria started, glancing at her mother.But her voice cracked. Broke like glass under pressure.Rene turned his head, eyes meeting hers for the briefest second.And she knew.He’d heard the silence too.She opened her mouth again, but-Rene stepped forward, quiet but purposeful, reached for her hand, and gently pulled her to her feet.Everyone’s heads turned. Gasps. Whispers.Mad at her daughter humiliated because of Rene again, Vittoria reached forward slightly. “Maria, wait-”But Rene didn’t even glance b
The silence after Jason's question clung to the room like smoke after a fire. All eyes turned to Maria.Her gaze was locked on Rene.She didn’t speak.Didn’t blink.Didn’t move.And that alone said more than any answer she could have given.Jason saw it.The hesitance.The falter.The smallest stutter in her usually calm facade.He smiled, the kind of smug only someone who knew he had struck the right nerve could smile.“Maria?” he said softly, feigning confusion. “Cat got your tongue?”Lowering her gaze, Maria opened her mouth, then closed it again.Her lips parted just slightly, her throat working around the words she couldn’t quite force out.“I–” she managed.One syllable.Choked.Unable to restrain the rage burning his chest, Rene turned toward her slightly, his jaw flexing just once, but Jason cut in before he could say anything.“Don’t feel pressured,” Jason added smoothly, shrugging a little. “It’s not like anyone’s expecting you to defend him. After all, it’s not like he’s gi
The room stood frozen... like someone had sucked all the air out of it.Alejandro’s hand was still gripping Rene’s collar. The veins in his neck pulsed, but Layla’s voice still echoed in the silence she had created.Jason rose slowly from his seat. His expression wasn’t angry. It was almost amused. That slow, superior smirk... the one that said he was always ten steps ahead.Layla drew in a sharp breath and, before anyone could speak, her voice broke again, soft this time, trembling just enough to sound real.“I just… I can’t stand violence.”Scoffing, Alejandro turned to her, his brows furrowing.She continued, letting her hand fall from the table, brushing it against her chest as if calming her own heart. “It triggers me. I-I’ve worked so hard to move past things, and this? Watching you manhandle him like that? I can’t.”As her brows snapped together, Maria’s eyes flickered toward her, suspicion flashing for just a moment. But Layla didn’t waver. She lowered her gaze, perfectly meas
The moment Maria and Rene took their seats, the tension in the room thickened like an insoffociating smoke. Eyes darted. Chairs shifted. Even the air conditioner’s hum seemed to hold its breath.With a deep sign, Mr. Rossi stood at the head of the table, his hands resting on the polished mahogany surface. He wore a crisp navy suit, his tie perfect, his expression… smug.“Now that everyone is here,” he began, clearing his throat with purpose, “there’s something important I’ve been meaning to address.”Madam Rossi glanced up from her seat beside him. Her expression gave nothing away, but her fingers curled slightly around her crystal glass.The old man smiled, gaze sweeping the table, lingering just long enough on Rene to make the others shift.“Kia,” he said, pausing for effect, “has been with the family for some time now. He’s proven himself to be an asset. Efficient. Focused. Calculated. Traits this family used to pride itself on.”A beat passed. Rene said nothing, his expression as