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
Suddenly, Bianca’s fork clattered against her plate as she blurted out, “You can’t be serious, Grandfather!”Her voice rang out through the room, drawing everyone’s attention. The tension at the table escalated instantly, but Bianca wasn’t backing down. She turned to her father and brother, both sitting in stoic silence, their gazes fixed on Carlo. Frustration bubbled within her. “Dad? Jason? You’re not going to say anything?”Neither of them moved. Antonio sipped his wine, eyes lowered, while Jason’s expression remained unreadable, his jaw tight but still not a word. Bianca’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she scoffed, throwing her napkin down in frustration.Before she could utter another word, Carlo cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the room. “Bianca, that’s enough.”Her mouth snapped shut as her grandfather’s cold, authoritative tone silenced her. She knew better than to push further when he spoke like that. There was a weight to his words that made defiance feel fut
Locking eyes with Rene, Carlo's expression remained calm, but there was a new intensity in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as if considering Rene’s proposition carefully. The silence in the room grew with the tension, everyone waiting for his next move."Alright," Carlo said slowly, his voice smooth. "Perhaps the head of management isn’t the only path. There are other positions available, Kia. Important ones." Then he leaned forward, his gaze locking onto Rene's. "What if I offered you the role of head of marketing? It’s a prestigious position, one with a lot of influence."Before Rene could respond, Bianca’s eyes widened, and she practically jumped out of her chair. “What?!” she exclaimed, her voice shaking with disbelief. “You’re going to give him my position? I’ve worked for years to build the department! You can’t just hand it over to him.”Without meeting her eyes, Carlo waved a dismissive hand in her direction. “Bianca, calm down. It’s just business.
The heavy oak door of their bedroom clicked shut behind them, the soft thud reverberating through the quiet but Maria didn’t turn around. She stood rigid, her back to Rene, staring out the large bay window that overlooked the sprawling Rossi estate. The night was dark, with only the faint glow of the moon casting shadows across the room.Rene sighed, slipping off his jacket and tossing it onto the chair by the door. He could feel the tension radiating off her, even from across the room. Her shoulders were tense, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. He knew what was coming... she had barely spoken a word to him since they left the dinner.“I had to do it,” he started, his voice calm but cautious.With each passing silent second, Maria’s posture stiffened even more, her silence a sharper weapon than any words she could have thrown at him. "Maria, look at me," Rene called out softly.The room felt heavy, but finally, after a long pause, she finally turned around, her eyes blazing
At the sound of the shower turning on, Rene woke to an empty bed. The sheets beside him were cold, and the heavy feeling in his chest from the night before still lingered.The sound of water running in the bathroom made him rub his face, trying to shake off the heaviness. The argument played over and over in his mind. He knew she was hurt, and he hated that he couldn’t fix it right now. Not without making choices he wasn’t ready to make.A moment later, when Maria finally walked out of the bathroom, her hair damp and her robe wrapped tightly around her, she didn’t say a word. She barely glanced at him, her movements brisk as she moved about the room. The silent treatment had begun.“Morning,” Rene ventured cautiously, sitting up in bed, his voice hesitant, testing the waters. No response. Maria continued getting ready, her back to him, brushing her hair in front of the mirror. The soft swoosh of the brush against her hair was the only sound in the room, the tension between them ris
Without knocking, Benjamin barged into his father’s office, his anger barely contained as he swung the door open. Inside, he saw his father, Mr. Leland, standing by his desk, phone pressed to his ear, brow furrowed in frustration. The man on the other end of the line was none other than the bank president.After a brief silence, Mr. Leland's voice came out tight with desperation. "Yes, I understand we’ve been late on the last few payments, but we're doing everything in our power to rectify the situation."There was a long pause, the bank president's voice too muffled to make out, but Benjamin could tell by the frown on his father’s face that it wasn’t going well. The older man rubbed his temples, clearly struggling to keep his composure. "Just give us more time," Mr. Leland pleaded. "We’ve never been this far behind, but it’s temporary. The business will bounce back."The frustration in the bank president’s tone was unmistakable, and after a few more back-and-forth exchanges, the li
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
The doors of Rossi Enterprises slid open with a soft hiss, and in walked Rene. He wore a sharp black suit, perfectly tailored to his lean frame, with a crisp white shirt and no tie, giving him a mix of sophistication and rebellion. His dark hair was swept back neatly, and there was an effortless swagger in his step. But what really turned heads was the guy trailing behind him—a cocky-looking dude with dead eyes, like he had seen too much and cared too little. His expression screamed "try me," and his hands were casually tucked into his pockets. Whispers started almost immediately as René strode through the lobby.“Is that… Maria's husband?”“That’s Kia. You know, the guy who-”“Yeah, I heard. He destroyed the Lelands last night... used Mr. Gunnar to get them down on their knees.”“Wait, isn’t he taking over Alejandro’s position? How did that even happen?”As their faint whispers brushed against his ears, René’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smirk, like he knew exactly wha
Monday9:00 A.MAs his eyes hardened, Alejandro slammed the drawer shut, stuffing the last of his files into a black leather briefcase. The faint sound of his office door opening went unnoticed until the hurried click of heels caught his attention. "Morning boss... What's going on?" his assistant, Jessica, asked, her voice laced with concern. She stopped in the doorway, eyes wide, taking in the sight of her usually composed boss in the middle of packing his things. “Are you… leaving?”Reaching for another folder, Alejandro didn’t look up immediately, but the scowl on his face deepened. “It’s happening,” he muttered darkly. “That lowlife, that nobody, is taking my position.”As her brows drew together, Jessica’s heart sank. She had heard whispers in the office, but to see it unfold like this, right in front of her, made the situation all too real. "Kia?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah, my so-called cousin-in-law," Alejandro spat, throwing another folder into his bri
The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room as Juan paced back and forth in his study, his hands clasped behind his back. His children... Princess, Alejandro, José, Luis, and Luca sat in various states of boredom or concern around the long table. The dim lighting cast shadows across the study, making the atmosphere feel heavier than usual.Suddenly, Juan stopped, turning to face them. "You all understand what happened last night, right?"Princess, leaning lazily against the armrest of her chair, rolled her eyes as she let out, "Yeah, Dad, we get it. Kia embarrassed the Lelands, and now everyone’s acting like he’s some kind of genius.""Exactly," Juan replied, his voice carrying a tinge of frustration. "And if Father can take Alejandro’s position in the family and just hand it over to someone like Kia, what does that mean for the rest of us?"Alejandro, who had been sitting quietly in the corner with his arms crossed, looked up sharply. His jaw was tight, and his eyes glinted
In the dimly lit study of the Rossi mansion, Jason, Antonio, Layla, and Bianca sat in tense silence, each of them processing the events of the previous night. The air felt tense with the weight of their unspoken thoughts, their faces betraying a mix of shock and uncertainty.Antonio sat at his desk, fingers drumming against the wood, his mind racing as he tried to piece together the next step. Across from him, Jason leaned casually in his chair, his eyes sharp and calculating, while Layla sat beside him, her expression unreadable. Bianca, meanwhile, slouched in an armchair near the window, her brows furrowed in frustration.Finally, it was Bianca who broke the silence, her voice tinged with bitterness. “Well, now that Kia doesn’t have Mr. Gunnar’s protection, he’s no threat anymore. We don’t have to worry about him.”Her words were met with a sharp glare from both Jason and Antonio. Jason shifted in his seat, his gaze hardening as he turned toward his sister.“Bianca,” he said, his to
The morning sun filtered through the soft curtains of the Rossi mansion, casting a warm glow across the master bedroom. Mr. Rossi sat on the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed, fingers tapping restlessly against his knee. He hadn’t slept much after the events of the previous night. Madam Rossi, still in her silk robe, sat at the vanity, brushing her hair. She glanced at her husband, noticing the tension in his posture, the way he seemed lost in thought.“They’re not home yet, are they... Maria and Kia?” Mr. Rossi asked, his voice low, though it held an edge of concern.His wife paused for a moment, setting down her brush before turning to face him. “No, they’re not,” she replied calmly, though there was a hint of curiosity in her voice. She noticed the way his shoulders were stiff, the way his fingers had stilled their tapping and now pressed into his palms.She frowned slightly, studying him. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, her tone soft.Mr. Rossi sighed deeply, running a hand