A wild laugh escaped Gunnar's lips, catching the barber off guard. The sheer audacity of the barber’s whisper, combined with the absurdity of the situation, struck him as unexpectedly hilarious. He glanced at Rene, who was obliviously enjoying his whiskey, and then at the barber, whose face had turned an uncomfortable shade of red.Gunnar cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "You are such a gullible idiot.""Huh?" The barber’s face twisted in confusion, and he looked from Gunnar to Rene, trying to make sense of the situation.Another laugh escaped Gunnar’s lips as he saw the confusion on the barber’s face. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and looked directly at the barber. "Ain't you?"Suddenly, Gunnar’s expression darkened, and a look of annoyance crossed his face."Yes. Yes. Of course. I am such a gullible idiot." The barber laughed, annoyed that he was getting scolded and not Rene. "Listen, I don’t need a lecture from you about firing my assist
Three months laterPushing the back of her head into the pillow, Maria lay in bed, clutching her phone, her eyes locked on the last message Rene had sent her a week ago. "Wait for me. I will see you soon."Those words echoed in her mind, a mixture of hope and despair twisting her heart. She wiped away the tears that rolled down the corner of her lids, wondering where he was and if he was safe. The silence from him for the past days had been excruciating. Just then, a knock on her door startled her from her thoughts. Then Rachel's voice came through. "Miss Maria, dinner is ready. Your family is waiting for you."With a deep breath, Maria forced herself to sit up, brushing away the remnants of her tears. "Thank you. I'll be down in a moment."Forcing herself out of her room, she headed downstairs, feeling the weight of her family's gaze as she entered the dining room. As her gaze lowered, Maria hesitantly took her seat at the table, her heart pounding in her chest. Just as she was abou
Staring at the sky, Rene drew a deep breath, feeling well-rested from his trip yesterday and glad to be home... relieved that it was Sunday.Just then, his phone buzzed and he reached for it in his pocket and answered, "Good morning, father.""I'm proud of you," was the first words that left Rome's lips."For-""Spending my money wisely."Sighing, Rene stared at the cloud and then said, "I couldn't have done it without you-""Give credit where it is due... It's all you, son. I might have pushed some buttons, but you're the one who stepped up and made it happen. You proved me right, and I knew you would. I just needed to give you that extra push. You've got the cunning and intelligence."Rene listened quietly, his expression unreadable as his father continued, "I've seen what you're capable of. You're not just my son; you're the future of our family. Keep making those connections, and keep climbing higher. You've got a legacy to build."A hint of pride crept into Rene's voice as he rep
Speeding through traffic like a maniac, Rene arrived at the Rossi estate in under twenty minutes and burst inside the large mansion, shouting, "Maria!" The guards in the hallway glared at him like some sort of madman, and then stood in his way, saying, "How dare you cause such disruption in the Rossi home. Don't you know Sunday is Master resting day and you dare to intrude?"Rene didn't pay them any mind as he shouted back, "Let me pass. Now!"The guards remained silent, glancing at each other nervously, but they stood their ground, refusing to move.Rene growled under his breath as he tried again, yelling, “Maria!!"Soon the sound of footsteps alerted the guards, and Rene stared past the guards to see Josh approaching him from the opposite direction. "I told you to stay away from my daughter. Didn't I?" Josh said angrily.Seeing Josh, Rene felt fury flare up within him but swallowed it down, glaring back. "Maria is not some commodity that you can pass around in exchange for somet
Gunnar arrived at the conference flanked by members of his gang, all dressed in immaculate black suits. They moved with a sense of purpose, their presence imposing. As they entered the conference hall, the swarm of reporters, TV crews, paparazzi, and journalists created a flurry of activity. Cameras flashed, and microphones were thrust forward as Gunnar made his way to the podium.“Mr. Gunnar, can you tell us more about your new project with Apex Corporation?” one journalist asked, her voice barely audible over the din.Gunnar smiled confidently, taking a moment to adjust his tie. “Now that we’ve secured the contract with Apex Corporation, we’ll be focusing on meeting with potential incorporations to form strategic partnerships. This is a significant step forward, and we’re excited about the opportunities ahead.”“Can you elaborate on what these partnerships will entail?” another reporter called out.“We’re looking to leverage the strengths of both Apex Corporation and our company,” Gu
The dining room of the Rossi mansion was quiet, and yet the atmosphere carried tension as the rest of the family watched Maria serve Rene and herself the food that she prepared, ignoring the one the maids prepared for the entire family."Are you going to buy new silverware and dishes for him too?" Bianca mocked with a scoff.But Maria said nothing and calmly pulled out her chair, sat down, and started to eat. Her silence annoyed Bianca to the core and she clutched her fork."Okay. That's enough. There's no need to ruin this morning more than it already is." Mr. Rossi said, eyeing Rene.Then he cleared his throat and reached for his glass, tapping it with his fork, drawing everyone's attention to him."As we saw in the news yesterday, we have a new competition in town... ReF Networks Incorporation has landed the biggest deal in the country right now. Even though it's just two months old, it has climbed to the rank of a major player in the industry. One of its biggest successes is gett
Straightening himself in his seat, Gunnar frowned as he stared ahead and said, "No one hates that bastard, Jason, more than I do."A look of shock Rene's eyes widened in disbelief. He took a moment to process Gunnar's words, trying to understand the implication. Gunnar’s vehement hatred for Jason Rossi was evident in his tone and expression."You... hate him?" Rene said slowly, his voice betraying a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Then why didn’t you tell me about your connection with him earlier?"Gunnar sighed, his frustration palpable. “It’s not a simple matter. My issues with Jason go way beyond mere rivalry. There’s history there—personal grievances that make the professional animosity look trivial." A pained expression appeared on his face as he continued. "My gang and I once turned down a job with him because he requested us to beat a young college student to the point of death. His ego got bruised after I turned him away and told him I don't hurt innocent people. So he paid o
The phone buzzed and Gunnar stared at his office phone and then reached for it, resting it against his ear, "Hello, Rebecca.""Mr. Gunnar, Mr. Jason Rossi is here, in the lobby to see you, should I send him up?" Gunnar looked up curiously; a slight frown gracing his features and then he answered, "No.""Pardon?""I will come down to meet him."With that said, he ended the call and then stared at Rene sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of Chateau Lafite 1869 wine."He's here," Gunnar said, watching a faint smirk appear on his lips. "You know what to do," Rene spoke softly without glancing in his direction.Gunnar paused a moment before nodding firmly. "Yes."With that, Gunnar grabbed his phone and then left from his desk, leaving the office.Moments later, when he got down to the lobby, Jason was standing there, and the moment their eyes locked, a cold smile played on his lips."Gunnar, my man! How have you been?" Jason said cheerily, stepping forward and placing his arm around h
As the second tick by, Mr. Rossi stared at him in stony silence, the air between them growing thick and suffocating. The old man’s jaw worked, grinding slowly back and forth as he weighed the consequences laid so brazenly at his feet.Finally, he tilted his head ever so slightly, an almost imperceptible nod... like a viper sizing up its prey before striking."You overestimate your importance," Mr. Rossi said, his voice so calm it was almost a whisper. "Men like you are always so sure that the world will fall without them." He paused, then leaned in, close enough that Leonardo could smell the faint bite of expensive tobacco clinging to his breath. "It doesn’t."Leonardo’s expression didn’t flinch, but his hands curled into fists so tight that his knuckles blanched white."You’ve been useful, Mr. Varga," Mr. Rossi continued. "Valuable. I won’t deny that. But you're mistaking usefulness for irreplaceability." His lips twitched into a razor-thin smile. "And no man is irreplaceable."Leona
With the speed of 60mph, Leonardo’s car screeched into the underground lot of the Rossi Enterprise tower, the tires shrieking against the concrete. He barely threw it into park before he slammed the door and stormed across the lot, his boots pounding like war drums. His vision tunneled. His fists ached to hit something... someone.Moments later, Leonardo burst through the revolving doors of the Rossi Enterprise building like a storm tearing through glass. The receptionist at the front desk barely managed to look up before he blew past her, a blur of black leather and fury.“Sir! Sir, you need to-!” she called after him, but Leonardo didn’t even glance back.An unlucky employee, arms full of files, crossed his path just as he reached the elevators. Leonardo shoved her aside with a brutal swipe of his arm. She cried out, the papers flying from her hands as she stumbled to the floor. He didn’t stop. Didn’t apologize. His boots thundered against the marble floors as he stabbed the elevato
The bar was dimly lit, smoke curling lazily toward the cracked ceiling fans, and the low murmur of conversations filled the air like static. Leonardo pushed the door open with a grunt, the heavy wood creaking in protest. He paused for a beat, letting his eyes adjust. It smelled like old whiskey and regret... fitting, really.He hated places like this. Hated the desperation that clung to the customer like a second skin.He scanned the room once, twice, his patience already running thin. Then he spotted a familiar, irritatingly eager wave from a booth tucked near the back.Benjamin. Grinning like a rat who just found a hole in the pantry, waving him in.Leonardo sighed hard through his nose, squared his shoulders, and stalked toward him, his boots thudding against the sticky floor. His leather jacket creaked when he slid into the booth opposite Benjamin.“Why did you call me to this shit hole? What do you want?” Leonardo demanded, voice low, sharp.Already drunk, Benjamin didn’t flinch.
The morning sunlight spilled across the marble floor, golden and warm but not quite enough to soften the tension thickening inside the Rossi estate. Even though it has been two weeks, the walls in the mansion still whisper about the day Jason was slapped and every soul knew about it now.Madam Rossi stood in the hallway, quiet and still, her silk robe brushing softly against her ankles as she listened to the muffled voice of her husband behind the half-open door to his study.He had been up since before dawn, pacing, commanding, orchestrating this celebration as if the fate of the family hung on the thread of imported seafood and ambient lighting.She took a sip of her coffee. Bitter. She didn’t flinch.Inside the study, Mr. Rossi was in full control mode.“I don’t care how rare they are, Alberto,” he snapped into the phone. “You find the scallops. Pay triple if you must. I won’t serve frozen shrimp like some sad cruise buffet.”A pause, then he waved his hand as if dismissing a perso
As his gaze darted across the room, Rene kept the phone pressed tightly to his ear, Gunnar's voice echoing again on the other end."Hello, boss."The words rang in Rene's ear, but he stood motionless, letting the sound linger for a moment longer than necessary. He could feel the stares digging into his skin, hot and prickling, as if the entire room was holding its breath... waiting.After another moment of silent, Jason's frustration burst first."We can’t hear a damn thing from over there!" he snapped. "Put it on speaker, Kia. Now. Let us hear it ring so we can know when he answer.""Yeah, come on," Juan added, arms crossed, leaning forward. "Let’s all hear what he has to say.""If it’s the truth," Luis said, with a crooked smile, "you shouldn’t mind sharing it.""He’s right," Bianca chimed in, her voice cool. "Let Mr. Gunnar confirm that you weren’t with Layla. Or should we be calling her instead?"Even Vittoria, usually more reserved, nodded. "If you want to proof your inocence, It
The silence stretched, taut and expectant. The question lingered in the air like smoke... where was he this morning?Rene’s gaze swept the room, pausing momentarily on each face. They were waiting. Wanting. Ready to pounce.He could feel Maria beside him, her stillness louder than any words she could speak. And that silence... her silence, was what cut the deepest.He inhaled slowly, deliberately. “I wasn’t with Layla.”“Then who?” Madam Rossi’s voice cracked through the air like a whip.Staring at the stone-cold faces in the room, Rene hesitated, knowing full well the weight of the name he was about to speak. “Mr. Gunnar.”The room went still. Like a spell had been cast. Even the distant ticking of the grandfather clock seemed to pause.Mr. Rossi’s expression barely shifted, but Rene saw it. A flicker. Not a surprise. Not suspicion. Fear.It was enough.Rene locked eyes with the family patriarch and took a step forward, voice steady. “Yes. I was with Mr. Gunnar this morning. He reque
The sun dipped low over the horizon as Rene guided the car along the winding road back to the Rossi estate. Shadows stretched long across the dashboard, golden light dancing on Maria’s face. She hadn’t said much since they left the restaurant.Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on her phone, screen dimmed but not turned off. Her thumb hovered near the edge, as if deciding whether to press the number or not.Rene glanced at her, his fingers lightly drumming on the steering wheel. "You’ve been quiet."Maria didn’t look up."Everything okay?" he asked."Mmm.""That the same 'mmm' you give when you’re lying to me or the one when you’re annoyed at me?"She finally looked at him, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. "Neither. Just thinking."Rene tilted his head, eyebrows raised. "About?"Maria took one last look at the number glowing faintly on her screen. Then slowly, deliberately, she pressed the side button. The screen went black."Nothing," she said.Rene didn’t believe her. He didn’t pu
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Jason inside with his grandmother. The silence settled thick between them, unforgiving, heavy, like a noose tightening with each breath.Madam Rossi turned slowly, her gaze fixed on him with the cold weight of generations behind it."You should be ashamed," she said, her brows snapping together. "You stand there, hands in your pockets, watching your fiancée crumble under scrutiny... and you say nothing? You let her lie to you-to us. Do you think silence makes you honorable?"Jason’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing.Madam Rossi’s lips curled into a scowl. "You are a Rossi. You were raised better than this. If Layla is slipping, you are the one who should rein her in. It is your responsibility to keep your woman in check."His nostrils flared. “And what about Maria?” he snapped.Looking away from him for a second, Madam Rossi’s eyes narrowed.“She’s married, isn’t she?” Jason pressed. “To a man who doesn't even act as a Rossi should. But do I see
The sharp slam of Juan’s voice still echoed in Madam Rossi’s ears as she sat motionless behind her desk.Her nails tapped against the armrest... an erratic, frustrated rhythm. For a moment, she thought about pouring herself a drink, something dark and bitter to match the aftertaste of that conversation. But even that felt too indulgent.Instead, with a sharp breath, she stood.The air in her office was thick... thicker than it had any right to be. She needed out.Throwing on her tailored black overcoat, she moved to the door, pushing it open with more force than necessary. Her assistant, a young woman named Eloise, perked up from her desk outside, immediately rising.“Ma’am-”“I’m going for a walk,” Madam Rossi snapped without breaking stride.“Should I call for the car? Or-”“No.” The word came like a tense command. “Do not follow me.”Eloise froze, halfway to grabbing her clipboard. “Of course, ma’am,” she said softly, bowing her head.Madam Rossi didn’t bother to respond. She march