Days passed, each one filled with Alysha’s silent, stubborn resolve. She worked on the project, scribbling notes and running through data, all the while waiting, preparing. Seraphina and Neil were undoubtedly watching her every move, monitoring her progress. But she knew that any slip in her façade would mean fewer opportunities to see Sisi, fewer moments to try and reach her daughter. And so Alysha forced herself to go through the motions, pretending compliance, each day letting the Hollands believe she was slowly breaking under their control.Then, finally, Seraphina appeared at the villa again, her face expressionless. She opened the door to reveal Sisi standing by her side, her small face lighting up at the sight of her mother.“Mommy!” Sisi called out, running to her. Alysha’s heart melted as she crouched down, opening her arms and gathering Sisi close, savoring the warmth, the familiarity.But Seraphina’s cold, watchful eyes reminded her that this moment was a transaction, a too
The next day, Neil entered the villa, his presence casting a shadow over the room. Alysha immediately pulled Sisi closer, wrapping her arms around her daughter as if she could shield her from whatever Neil might try to do. Her heart pounded, each beat filled with defiance and fear.Neil paused, observing her fierce grip on Sisi, before taking a slow, deep breath. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with a cool determination.Alysha’s voice was steady but filled with quiet fury. "Neil… if you're here to take my daughter from me, then listen closely. I’ll ruin everything about this project. Every file, every formula. I’ll destroy every bit of work we’ve done."Neil’s jaw clenched, his gaze hardening. For a moment, they stood in tense silence, locked in a battle of wills."Why don’t you understand?" Alysha continued, her voice breaking slightly but holding strong. "She’s my daughter. The only person I have left in this world."Neil’s expression shifted, an unreadable look crossing his
In Armin’s personal Villa in Boston.Seraphine shifted and now sat on Armin's lap. Armin could not stop staring at her. Her unmistakable and intoxicating beauty held him captive. Her gray eyes sparkled and her red-brown hair fell down her shoulders.Armin's breath caught in his throat as he gazed up at her, taking in her full view. The way her lips curved into a knowing smile, and the way her physique matched his perfectly, made it impossible for me not to be drawn towards her. She leaned forward, her face close to his, and her warm breath touched his skin, making his pulse quicken.Without saying anything, Seraphina kissed him deeply and passionately. Their mouths moved together and her kiss was filled with hunger and desperation. Armin could taste her desire, her need for being the one and only in his life. She kissed him like she wanted to be in his heart forever.Seraphina's fingers were tangled in his hair as she kissed him harder, her body grinding gently against his, feeding th
In the grand hall of Rodriguez Manor, a storm of emotions hung thick in the air. Armin Rodriguez stood with his arm around Seraphina Holland, his eyes blazing with defiance. His father, Gabriel, and mother, Lilian, stood frozen in shock, their faces a mixture of disbelief and anger. Meanwhile, his younger brother, Bjorn, watched with a devilish grin, savoring the chaos as if it were his favorite show. In the corner, Alora, the adopted special child of the family, looked around with wide, confused eyes, struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation.Gabriel’s voice roared through the hall. "Armin! How dare you bring Seraphina here?"Armin’s gaze remained unwavering. "She belongs to me," he declared, his voice firm. "And I want her to become Mrs. Rodriguez."Lilian’s hand flew to her mouth as she hitched in horror, her eyes wide with disbelief. "But Armin," she whispered, her voice cracking, "you already have a wife. Alysha Jarl is your wife!"Armin’s lips curled into a cold smile. "
Seraphina’s voice quivered as she stepped forward, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. “Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez, I don’t know why you hate me so much!” she pleaded, her hands clasped together, trembling. “I have always loved Armin since I was a child. What is wrong with me?”Lilian’s face twisted in anger, her eyes sharp as daggers. “What’s wrong?” she hissed, her hands slamming down on the table, making the glassware shiver. “The hell wrong is your blood! You are nothing but a bastard!” Seraphina’s breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened. Her lips parted, and for a second, the room fell into a thick silence. Her body went rigid, as if Lilian’s words had physically struck her, leaving her rooted to the spot.Armin’s face darkened, and he stepped between them, shielding Seraphina with his body. “Mom!” he barked, his voice echoing off the high walls. “In which era are you living? People don’t need to get married to have a child.”Lilian’s gaze burned like a lit flame, and she s
Alora rushed toward Lilian, her small frame trembling as she clung to her mother’s waist, her eyes wide with fear. She shook, her body shivering uncontrollably as she tried to speak, but her words stumbled out, tangled and broken. Her lips quivered, and her eyes welled with tears, her desperation evident.Lilian glanced down, her expression softening as she stroked Alora’s hair. “My dear child,” she cooed gently, her voice a whisper against the chaos. “Mommy will play with you later, okay? Look, I’m talking to your brother now.”But Alora shook her head frantically, her grip tightening. “Mom! Seraphina... killed... Seraphina...” she stammered, her voice rising in panic. Her face was flushed, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to form the words.Lilian’s eyes widened as she and Gabriel exchanged a look, confusion clouding their faces. Seraphina stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she watched Alora, a flicker of alarm passing over her face before she masked it with a cold sn
Bjorn leaned casually against the marble pillar, with his arms folded and a smirk on his lips. He glanced at the various characters in the unfolding drama, including his parents, his brother, Seraphina, and the trembling Alora. The tension was thick, the air electric, but to him, it was nothing but another act in the endless play that was the Rodriguez family.He observed Alora struggling to speak, her face contorted with fear and confusion, and a sluggish smile slipped across his face. She tried hard, but no one was listening. He looked at Seraphina, her expression cool and composed, her words silky as honey as she twisted the situation. It was amazing how easily she could lie.Bjorn was not blind to the details of what Alora was trying to say. He knew when something was wrong and Seraphina looked very scared for a short time, which showed him something important: she had secrets. Big ones. He enjoyed uncovering those secrets more than watching his family fall apart.The smile of Bjo
According to Alton's plan, Henry escorted Bjorn and Alora to Holland Hospital the next day. Inside Seraphina Holland's CEO office, Seraphina's eyes were fixed on Alora, who clung tightly to Bjorn’s arm, her small frame trembling with fear. Alora's heart pounded in her chest, and she held on as if her life depended on it.Seraphina’s office was sleek and pristine, the cold, clinical air of Holland Hospital seeping through the walls. The blinds were half-drawn, casting thin beams of light across her desk. Seraphina sat behind it, her eyes locked onto Alora, who clung to Bjorn as if her life depended on it. Alora’s breath was rapid, and her small frame shivered uncontrollably. Her fingers dug into Bjorn’s arm, her eyes wide with fear.Bjorn, on the other hand, lounged back in his seat with a smug grin plastered on his face, watching the tension rise with amusement. He seemed almost delighted to be there, his eyes dancing as he looked between Alora and Seraphina.Bjorn, on the other hand
Ivan gently took Alysha’s hand in his, his movements deliberate and filled with purpose. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, a soft smile playing on his lips as he brought her hand to his mouth, placing a tender kiss on her knuckles.Alysha’s amber eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing faintly as she looked at him, unsure of what to say or how to react.“I told you, Alysha,” Ivan said, his deep voice smooth and steady, carrying the weight of his confidence. “Once you marry me, no one will dare to say a word against you. Because you have no idea the powerful place you’ve achieved.”Alysha’s heart raced at his words, her mind swirling with questions and emotions. What does he mean?Ivan’s smirk deepened as he glanced at Seraphina, whose face was contorted in a mixture of shock and fury. He turned back to Alysha, his voice growing quieter, but no less commanding. “This Seraphina,” he said, his tone laced with disdain, “is still struggling to claim her place as a Rodriguez. She
Maria, a long-serving household servant, entered with a warm smile, completely oblivious to the storm she had just walked into.“Lady Suegra!” Maria exclaimed, her voice cheerful and genuine. “Good to see you!”Seraphina froze, her sharp eyes widening in shock. Her body stiffened, her mind racing to process what she had just heard. Lady Suegra? Did she hear that correctly? Alysha Jarl—Lady Suegra?Alysha, equally taken aback, felt her heart skip a beat. She glanced at Ivan, her eyes wide with uncertainty. Ivan met her gaze with a calm smile, his head dipping in a small nod as if to confirm it.Maria beamed, stepping closer. “Oh my God,” she said, her hands clasping in delight. “You are so beautiful and young. Master Ivan is so lucky to have finally found such a lovely lady for the entire family!”Alysha’s cheeks flushed, her confusion mounting, but she forced a polite smile. “Thank you, Maria,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her.Maria conti
In Suegra State.The soft murmur of guests faded into the background as the unspoken battle between the two men filled the room.Armin Rodriguez Suegra stood with a rigid posture, his sharp features twisted in barely concealed fury. Beside him, Seraphina Holland clung to his arm like a vice, her manicured nails digging into his sleeve. Her daring gaze was fixed on Alysha, her lips curved into a mocking smirk as if silently declaring her victory.Armin belongs to me, her look seemed to scream.On the opposite side, Ivan Anderson Suegra stood tall and unyielding. His piercing blue eyes locked on Armin with an almost casual dominance, his arm wrapped protectively around Alysha’s tiny shoulders. Ivan’s grip was firm but comforting, pulling Alysha closer to his chest. It was a silent declaration, a clear message to everyone in the room:Alysha is mine. My wife. My family.Alysha stood stiffly beside Ivan, her amber eyes darting nervously between the two men. She felt the weight of Seraphin
Alysha’s heart ached, but she forced herself to remain steady, to hold onto the resolve she’d found in the quiet of her own reflection. She took a step back, her voice gentle yet firm. “Ivan, some things can’t be undone. Sometimes… letting go is the only way forward.”He stilled, his face shadowed with a heartbreak he hadn’t prepared for, his jaw tightening as he absorbed the truth in her words. Yet, as painful as it was, he didn’t move, his gaze fixed on her, his silence a quiet acknowledgment of the distance that lay between them.Without a word, Ivan moved closer, his expression dark and determined as he scooped her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Alysha’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise as he carried her toward the bed, the resolve she’d clung to slipping under the intensity of his gaze.He laid her down gently, his weight settling beside her, his eyes locked onto hers with a heat that made her heart race. She couldn’t look away, captivated by the vu
Alysha turned away, her hand clutching the strap of the bag as she stood, moving toward the bedroom. And as she left him standing there in silence, Ivan understood that this was only the beginning of a long journey—one he was willing to walk, no matter how long it took.Alysha stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her, feeling the weight of the evening pressing down on her. The quiet hum of the house seemed to grow louder as she leaned against the door, exhaling a shaky breath, her hand pressed over her heart. She could still feel the intensity of Ivan’s gaze, his words echoing in her mind, a steady, relentless pull that she struggled to resist.She moved toward the mirror, her reflection staring back at her, raw and tired, emotions flickering across her face—anger, sadness, and something else, something that lingered beneath the surface, too complicated to name. Turning on the faucet, she let the water run, the sound filling the silence, grounding her as she let h
Heinz’s voice broke the tense silence in the foyer, his tone softer but carrying the weight of a command wrapped in concern. “Alysha, you must be tired,” he said, gesturing toward the grand staircase. “Why don’t you and Ivan go to your room? Take some time to rest.”Alysha turned to look at Heinz, her eyes wary, catching the subtle insistence in his tone. She could sense the layers beneath his words—the way he spoke as though her resistance were nothing more than fatigue, a temporary lapse that rest could fix. He was giving her no choice, and the authority in his voice reminded her just how deep the control in this family ran.Ivan, too, glanced at her, his gaze unreadable, though there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes, an unspoken plea. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out just slightly, as if to guide her. “Come on, Alysha,” he murmured, his voice low. “Let’s go upstairs.”Alysha held her ground, her jaw tightening. Her instinct was to refuse, to keep her dista
The convoy of sleek black cars pulled up to the sprawling gates of **Anderson State**, a place that had been shrouded in silence and mystery for decades. The estate was massive, its grand architecture looming against the gray Boston sky, surrounded by acres of well-manicured land that bore the scars of neglect. As the gates creaked open, Alysha peered out of the car window, her heart pounding. The sight of the mansion took her breath away—its towering columns and elegant stone façade exuded a timeless grandeur, but the faded paint and overgrown gardens hinted at years of abandonment. Sisi sat on Alysha’s lap, her tiny hands gripping her mother’s jacket tightly. She looked up at Alysha and whispered, “Mommy… big house.” Alysha managed a small smile, brushing her fingers through Sisi’s curls. “Yes, my angel,” she murmured, though unease prickled at the edges of her mind. Ivan, seated beside her, stared out the window, his jaw tight. His piercing blue eyes scanned the estate, hi
Little Sisi’s small legs carried her across the room as fast as they could, her soft giggles replaced by panicked cries. She didn’t understand the tension in the air or the argument unfolding between the adults, but she knew one thing for certain—she needed her mother, no matter what. “Mommy!” Sisi called, her voice trembling as she reached Alysha and grabbed the hem of her dress with her tiny hands. Alysha looked down, her amber eyes softening as Sisi clung to her, her little face scrunched with worry. Without hesitation, Alysha bent down and scooped her daughter into her arms, holding her tightly against her chest. Sisi buried her face in Alysha’s shoulder, her small body trembling as she whispered, “Mommy, no leave Sisi. Please.” Alysha’s heart shattered at her daughter’s plea. Tears welled in her eyes as she kissed Sisi’s head, her lips brushing against her soft orange curls. “Shh, my angel,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “Mommy’s here.” Sisi pulled back slightly, he
“What the fuck do you mean by ‘the decision is yours?’” Ivan growled, his piercing blue eyes blazing with fury. “You’re my wife! The mother of my child! And you think you can just stay inside a military camp surrounded by a bunch of men?”Ivan’s furious roar shook the room, his voice echoing off the walls like a thunderclap. Everyone froze, including Alysha, who stared at him wide-eyed, her breath catching in her throat.Alysha was stunned into silence, her body stiffening as the weight of his words settled over her. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.Ivan took a step closer, his towering frame looming over her as his voice dropped to a low, menacing growl. “You don’t even have your memory, Alysha. You don’t know your past, your enemies, or the people who would happily see you destroyed. And yet, you think it’s safe to live like that? Alone, unprotected?”Alysha’s throat tightened, but before she could respond, Ivan’s gaze darkened even further. “Even your little sister