The elderly woman’s gaze shifted to Rene, her look of disdain evident. Maria’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration as she stood in the kitchen, her mother’s reprimand hanging heavily in the air.“Mother, I was just trying to—” Maria began, but her mother cut her off with a sharp gesture.“Just trying to what?” her mother snapped. “You’re aware of the family's reputation and how we handle guests. Bringing a stranger into the kitchen and catering to him like this is completely inappropriate.”Rene, sensing the increasing tension, remained silent, feeling the weight of the disapproval in the room. He noticed Maria’s shoulders stiffening and her expression hardening.“I understand, Mother,” Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But he’s—”“No, Maria,” her mother interrupted, “you’re to cease this nonsense immediately. Our family’s image is paramount. You will not let personal sentiments interfere with our standing. It's already a disgrace for you to get marry
Three weeks laterThat morning, Rome Ford sat in his study, his entire attention focused on the stack of reports and documents sprawled across his mahogany desk. Suddenly, the door opened, and Catherine walked in. With one look at her, he knew that she was frustrated over something. He immediately closed the documents spread across his desk.“Wife,” Rome said, his voice calm but authoritative. “What’s troubling you?”"It's been weeks and there's no report from Rene. I am worried because he refused to come back home and kept saying that he is okay. But..." Catherine said, walking over to Rome as he patted his lap for her to sit. "As his mother..."Falling into her husband's arm as she sat on him, Rome hugged her waist, offering her a reassuring squeeze."My motherly instant tells me that he's not. You remember what you went through at the mercy of my family from the beginning. Rene's position as Kia could put him at risk in the Rossi mansion, especially if they see him as a mere serva
In the kitchen of the Rossi mansion, Rene stood at the sink, an apron draped over his clothes as he scrubbed pots and pans with meticulous care. Just then, Rachel entered the room, and seeing that it was empty, she approached Rene, and then said, "Let me help you." Rene looked up, his face marked with exhaustion, but he managed a small, weary smile at Rachel. "Thanks, but I’ve got it covered."Rachel shook her head, stepping closer. "No. I don’t mind. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve been through.""You must be new here. The Rossi don't appreciate servants that associate with me, so it best to avoid me if you want to keep this job." Rachel’s eyes widened at Rene’s warning, but she remained undeterred, stepping closer and giving him a sympathetic smile. “It’s my first day, yes. But I’ve already heard about how the Rossi family treats you. I don’t want to just stand by and do nothing.”Rene’s eyes softened slightly as he glanced at her, taking in her earnest expression. “You
Calmly, Rene gazes at the faces of everyone, his brows creasing tightly together, and then to everyone's shock, he smiled, his eyes sparkling with joy as he said, "How can I want to leave the Rossi when you all have been so good to me.""What?!" Princess blurted out, her eyes widening as she glared at him with parted lips.Gazing up from his phone, Luca scoffed, scowling at Rene, and said, "This guy is really an idiot."Layla, never one to hold back, chimed in with a sneer. "Or a golddigger. He'll do anything to stay associated with money. It’s pathetic, really."Rene stood his ground, his expression a mask of calm despite the harsh words being thrown his way. He knew the Rossi family well enough to expect such reactions. It only fueled his determination.Mr. Rossi leaned back in his chair, his gaze icy as it rested on Rene. "You must understand, Kia, that your presence here is... tolerated. But do not mistake that for acceptance. You are an outsider, and your persistence in staying w
When Rene didn't budge, Josh’s face turned bright red as he stormed toward him, fists clenched and eyes wild with anger. The room fell silent, everyone holding their breath between Mr. Rossi’s stern decision and Josh’s explosive outburst.Rene met Josh’s rage with a calm, steady gaze, refusing to back down. He stood firm, not breaking eye contact. Sensing the danger, Maria stepped in front of Rene, spreading her arms open, her face showing both desperation and defiance.“Dad, please!” Maria’s voice trembled as she pleaded with Mr. Rossi. “This isn’t right. You can’t force us into this.”With a scoff, Mr. Rossi’s gaze remained fixed on Rene, cold and unyielding. “Maria, there’s no discussion here. Actions have consequences, and today you’ll see that.”His father's words made Josh’s anger boil over and he raised his hand to slap Maria, but in a flash, his wife Vittoria clinging to him, tears streaming down her face. “Josh, stop! Let’s think this through.”Frowning at her, Josh’s voice
As the ink dried on the documents, the gravity of the situation became painfully clear. Mr. Rossi’s gaze never wavered from Maria, his eyes cold and unyielding. He rose from his seat, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the room.“Now that Kia is legally your husband,” Mr. Rossi began, his voice cutting through the lingering silence with icy precision, “you are responsible for him in every way. His failures are your failures, his disgrace is yours, and his image is now your own.”Maria’s eyes widened in shock, the weight of Mr. Rossi’s words sinking in. Her face was pale, and her lips trembled as she tried to process the enormity of what had just happened. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.Vittoria, who had been silently weeping, could no longer contain her despair. She cried out, “Father, please, have some mercy! Maria is still young... please have mercy! This is too much for Maria to bear. She’s just a child.”Mr. Rossi’s face hardened, his eyes narrow
Maria’s breath hitched as she pulled away from Rene, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. The intensity of his kiss left her reeling, and for a moment, she forgot the heaviness of the situation. Rene’s touch was comforting, grounding her in the reality that, despite everything, she wasn’t alone.“We’ll figure it out, Maria,” Rene said softly, his fingers gently brushing a stray curl from her face. “I promise you, we’ll find a way to get through this. Together.”Maria took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She nodded, her eyes betraying her with a look of doubt as she looked up at Rene. “Okay,” she whispered. “Together.”"Let's get you clean up first." Rene stood, offering Maria his hand.With a faint smile, Maria clasped onto Rene's outstretched arm, allowing him to pull her to her feet. He then guided her to the bathroom. The dim light from the overhead bulb cast a soft glow on their faces, adding warmth to the otherwise cold and sterile atmosphere. He turned on the
Pacing back and forth in the hall, Parblo was running over countless reasons that would give to Rene would make sense to him so they could go back together."Dad!" Rene's voice echoed down the hall, startling Parblo out of his frantic thoughts.He gazed back to see him approaching, and the moment Rene got closer, he scowled, lashing out lowly, "What do you think you are doing, Theo?! This is not the plan.""Take me back to the mansion," Rene said calmly.Parblo's scowl deepened, confusion flickering in his eyes. "What are you talking about? You just said you needed to stay here."Without a word, Rene walked past him. Parblo frowned, but he followed, his mind racing as they headed for the car.The drive was silent. Parblo’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the city streets, his expression tense. Rene sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed out the window, lost in thought.When they arrived at the Ford mansion, Rene didn’t waste any time. He stepped out of t
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