The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Maria stirred in her sleep, her face peaceful and relaxed, tangled in the soft sheets. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light. The first thing she noticed was Rene.He was lying beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching her with a gentle smile. His dark eyes softened with affection, and his fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair. The warmth of his gaze made her heart swell. It was a rare sight—Rene, so unguarded, so completely hers in this quiet moment.“Morning,” Maria whispered, her voice still thick with sleep as she shifted closer to him, nuzzling against his chest. “Morning,” Rene murmured back, brushing his thumb lightly across her cheek. His voice was deeper in the early hours, rich with that sleepy warmth that made her want to stay wrapped up in bed with him forever.For a while, they just stayed like that, the world outside forgotten. The tension o
As the tension in the room thickened, Maria’s heart sank, and her fingers trembled slightly as they gripped the edge of her chair. Across the table, her grandfather narrowed his eyes at Rene, his steely gaze demanding an explanation."And why is that?" Carlo asked, his voice low and dangerous, barely masking his displeasure.Rene, calm and unbothered, leaned back in his chair, meeting the older man’s gaze without flinching. “I have to go to work,” he said, his tone casual but carrying an edge.Carlo’s brow furrowed. “Work? I wasn’t aware that work was more important than keeping the peace between families. What kind of job could possibly take priority over this?”Rene’s lips curved into a faint smile. He knew exactly how to shift the power in the room. “Mr. Gunnar expects me to be at the office all the time... I can't just excuse him because of someone like Benjamin, can I?” he said, letting the name hang in the air with just the right amount of weight.At the mention of Mr. Gunnar
In the dimly lit office of Rossi Enterprises, Jason leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the table. His jaw was set, his patience wearing thin. Across from him, Antonio paced the room, his expression a storm cloud of frustration. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the soft ticking of the wall clock.“Kia’s really grown wings since he started working with Gunnar,” Jason finally said, his voice laced with irritation. “He’s been acting like he’s untouchable. If we don’t clip them soon, he’s going to be a real problem.”As Antonio stopped pacing, his eyes narrowed, and he sighed, "You’re not wrong. Kia’s getting cocky, thinking he’s bigger than this family. We can’t let him run loose, not with the connections he’s building... He's getting good at using powerful people's names as a shield."Jason leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with an almost predatory glint. “So, what do we do? We need to send a message. If we let this slide, it’ll only make us look weak.”
Rene sat down across from his father, the thick folders in front of him, hesitating to reach for it.Then he glanced at Rome, who was casually sipping his champagne, a calculated calm in his demeanor. Finally, Rene exhaled and reached for the first folder, flipping it open. Inside were pages of detailed reports, photos, and dossiers, all about a gang he didn't recognize."The Marran Group." He mumbled, staring hard at the faces and dead eyes in the photos."They were known for their ruthlessness, particularly in the underground world. Not just some small-time crew, but an organized crime syndicate with ties all across the country. They were the kind of people you didn’t mess with unless you had a death wish." Rome let out as he reached for an empty glass and poured champagne, the sound of the liquid filling the glass breaking the silence in the room.Rene’s eyes narrowed as he continued to study the pages in front of him. The Marran Group wasn’t familiar to him, but the level of deta
As his mind nagged him with thoughts, Rene pushed through the revolving doors of ReF Inc.Despite the calm atmosphere, Rene’s pulse quickened. There was too much happening, too many pieces moving at once, and he knew he couldn’t afford to make any missteps. Between Jason Rossi’s desperation, the Marran Group, and the Leland family’s looming financial collapse, the pressure was mounting.Taking a deep breath, Rene crossed the lobby and headed toward the executive elevator. As the doors slid shut, his reflection stared back at him in the polished steel, his face betraying none of the restlessness beneath, and he let out a slow breath. The elevator chimed softly, and when the doors opened, Gunnar’s office came into view, and Rene adjusted his coat, marching over to it.Stopping in his tracks, Rene knocked, and then walked in, seeing Gunnar seated behind his desk."Boss," Gunnar greeted him as their eyes locked, rising to his feet. There was an ease in his posture, but his eyes were sha
Without a word, Carlo led Maria down the hallway, his stride steady, his hands clasped behind his back. She walked beside him, her pulse quickening as the silence settled between them. She stole a glance at her grandfather, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that he was taking her to lunch... just the two of them.The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and they stepped inside. The silence stretched on, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Still, Maria couldn’t help but wonder what this was really about. Was there an ulterior motive, or was her grandfather genuinely trying to spend time with her? She pushed the thought away, focusing on the moment.As the elevator descended, the polished steel doors reflected their stillness. Carlo’s expression remained as unreadable as ever, but Maria’s heart swelled a little, being this close to him.When the elevator finally opened into the front lobby of the company, the usual hum of activity greeted them. News about her getting th
Before Carlo could respond, the black SUV glided to a stop in front of them. The driver, dressed in his usual crisp black suit, stepped out and opened the door with a polite nod. With calm eyes, Carlo gestured for Maria to get in, and with a soft sigh, she slipped into the backseat. Her grandfather followed, settling in beside her. The car pulled away from the curb, merging smoothly into traffic.Keeping her silence, Maria stared out the window, her thoughts racing as her grandfather sat there, hands folded neatly in his lap, his gaze fixed ahead. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, a dozen questions swirling in her mind, but she kept them at bay for now.As the car drove through the city streets, Maria’s eyes drifted to the rearview mirror, catching glimpses of the buildings fading into the distance. Finally, the car slowed to a stop in front of an upscale restaurant nestled on a quiet street corner. 'La Maison Étoilée?' Maria thought, swallowing her nervousness.It was flashy
Trying to keep it all in, Maria’s fingers tightened around the edges of the menu, her eyes scanning the options but not really seeing any of them. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying her grandfather's words over and over.Then finally, she glanced up, catching Carlo watching her from across the table, his expression calm but calculating. Immediately, her heart started to pound in her chest as the realization slowly crept over her. 'This entire lunch... You parading me around like some prized asset wasn't about celebrating my success. No, this is about Kia. This is all about manipulating me to bring Kia back under your control.'The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, and the truth was suddenly glaringly obvious as her lids lowered, 'You are scared. Kia defied you this morning, standing his ground... this is what this is really about. Despite everything, he's gaining a foothold in the Rossi family with his new job. And you hated it. you wanted him back under your thumb... want
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
After a silent momet, Maria took a slow, steadying breath, rolling her shoulders back as if the motion could shake off the tension still clinging to her.She didn’t look at Rene, not right away. Instead, she reached for her phone on his desk and walked off, keeping her stepped steady.Rene exhaled, running a hand through his hair before moving toward her. Just as he reached for the door handle, his office phone rang, and Marco eyed him but said nothing, and Rene hesitated.His jaw tensed. He debated letting it go to voicemail, but something about the timing made him reconsider. With a reluctant sigh, he reached for the receiver, pressing it to his ear.“Hello.”“Ah, Kia,” came the familiar voice of Mr. Rossi, and Rene straightened, his fingers tightening slightly on the phone.“Mr. Rossi,” he greeted, flicking his gaze toward Maria. She was watching him now, her expression unreadable.“Maria’s with you? I called her office and she's not there.” the old man asked, his tone sharp with e
The moment Maria stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor, each step deliberate, each movement laced with unspoken authority. Her eyes locked onto Layla standing far too close to Rene, her fingers still resting lightly on the edge of his desk.Maria didn’t hesitate.She approached Rene with a slow, graceful stride before leaning down and claiming his lips, tasting him.Immediately, his hand settling on her waist, pulling her into him, matching her pace. When Maria finally pulled away, she didn’t move far. Instead, she turned, her gaze finding Layla as she lowered herself onto Rene’s lap as though there were no other chair in the room.As their eyes locked, Layla stiffened.Maria smiled, not wide, not exaggerated, just enough to show that she was perfectly at ease. Perfectly in control.“Oh, Layla,” she finally said, her voice warm, smooth. “I didn’t realize we had company.”Layla opened her mouth, but no words came. The confid
Marco didn’t flinch. His deadpan expression remained as he stood his ground, his gaze locked on Layla’s. “Not without permission, you don’t.”Rene, who had been watching the exchange with mild curiosity, leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together as he studied Layla’s expression. There was something different about her...something urgent, determined. “Marco, let her through,” Rene finally said, his tone calm but commanding.Marco hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping aside, though his gaze lingered on Layla for a beat longer than necessary, a silent warning passing between them.Layla didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, she strode forward, stopping just short of Rene’s desk. She placed both hands on the polished wood, leaning in slightly, her eyes dark with intensityThen her lips curled into a coy smile as she crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly, her gaze locking onto René’s with a teasing glint.“Hi,” she whispered.René remained unfazed, his expressio
Drawing a deep breath, Rene sat back in his leather chair, casually leaning his elbows on the armrests, eyes scanning the office around him. Across from him, Marco stood, hands still tucked into his pockets, his expression as deadpan as ever. René glanced at him and then, with a small grin, spoke in his calm, collected voice."Marco, I need you to understand something. This whole job I hire you for... it doesn't run on loyalty to anyone else. It runs on loyalty to me. I need to know everything that’s going on in this building. You get me?"Locking eyes with him, Marco nodded, his gaze steady. "Yes, boss.""And that means," René continued, leaning forward slightly, "you don’t take orders from anyone unless they come directly from me. Not from Mr. Rossi, not from my wife Maria, not even from my so-called in-laws." He paused, giving Marco a pointed look. "Your loyalty is mine and mine alone.""Understood, boss." Marco’s tone didn’t waver. His dead-eyed stare might have been unsettling
Drawing a deep breath, Alejandro stood in the middle of his destroyed office, his breathing heavy, fists still clenched, when the knock on the door came again.For a moment, he ignored it, staring at the shattered remains of the vase, the overturned coffee table, and the scattered papers. He wasn’t in the mood for company, and whoever was at the door was the last thing on his mind.The knock came again, a little more insistent this time.With a growl of frustration, Alejandro wiped a hand over his face, trying to collect himself. “Come in,” he barked, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.The door creaked open, and in stepped a timid figure... a man Alejandro immediately recognized. It was Derek, the guy his grandfather had laid off earlier this morning. He was dressed simply, his face pale and anxious, clearly not expecting to find Alejandro amidst the ruins of what used to be a pristine office.The second Derek saw the mess and Alejandro’s furious glare, he froze in t
As the silence dragged on, Jessica sat there, still on her knees in front of Carlo Rossi's desk, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to hold onto her fragile mask of vulnerability. Her heart raced, hoping that the call Carlo just made would secure her place in the company again, that everything would go as she planned. She waited for the door to open, fully expecting to see Rene walk in.But when the door creaked open, it wasn’t Rene.It was Alejandro.Jessica’s stomach dropped the moment their eyes met.Standing in the doorway, Alejandro’s face twisted in anger the second he saw her kneeling on the floor. His dark eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed into a tight, furious line as he stormed into the room, the tension in his body unmistakable.“Grandfather,” Alejandro greeted, his voice tight, barely masking his rage. “What’s this about?”Quickly, she scrambled to her feet, heart pounding, and brushed off her skirt. She opened her mouth to speak, to explain herself, but th
Without sparing a second glance at Rene, Jessica stormed out of the office, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she clenched her fists at her sides. HHer mind was racing, fury bubbling just beneath the surface as she thought, 'Fired? Just like that? I don't think so."As she reached the elevator, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She was going to fix this. She knew exactly where to go.The elevator doors opened, and Jessica stepped inside, tapping the button for the executive floor. A plan was already forming in her head. She knew how to play her cards right... after all, she had been working in this family’s empire long enough to know how things worked.When the elevator dinged on the executive floor, Jessica straightened her posture, letting her face soften into a look of vulnerability. She walked briskly to Carlo’s secretary’s desk, her expression shifting from anger to desperation.“Hi, I need to speak with Mr. Rossi. It’s urgent,” Jessica said, her vo