The tension in the room was palpable as Fernando and Ricardo faced each other, but their conversation was abruptly interrupted as the door burst open, and the other members of Fernando's team flooded into the room, their eyes widening in disbelief as they laid eyes on Ricardo."You?" they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with shock and anger as they recognized Ricardo as the traitor they had been hunting. Without a moment's hesitation, all eight men surged forward, their fury unleashed in a torrent of violence as they descended upon Ricardo with merciless intent.Ricardo's instincts kicked into overdrive as he found himself outnumbered and outmatched, his every movement a desperate bid for survival. With lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged and parried their attacks, his body a blur of motion as he fought to fend off his assailants. But the odds were stacked against him, and for every blow he landed, two more seemed to take its place.In the chaos of the assault, Ricardo's voi

The air in the hallway thickened with tension as Fernando pleaded with his brother while his brother bore down on him, his voice thick with desperation. "Please, I didn't mean for all of it to go down like that," he implored, his hands reaching out towards Richardo as if trying to bridge the ever-widening chasm between them.But Richardo's expression remained cold and unforgiving, his eyes ablaze with fury. "I will take everything and everyone you love," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "I will scrape the skins off your flesh. I will make you watch as I torture everyone around you. I will make you beg for me to kill."Fernando recoiled at his brother's words, the full weight of his threats crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. But still, he refused to back down. "Please..." he began, his voice barely a whisper.But before he could utter another word, Richardo moved with lightning s

In humid weather with small ray of sunshine casting golden hue over the cemetery. The air smelled of damp earth and freshly cut grass. Sophia clutched the bouquet of crimson roses, their petals vibrant against the gray tombstones. Angela and Fernando stood nearby, their eyes heavy with grief. Together, they walked toward Jackson’s grave, the earth now solidified from months of his burial.Sophia knelt, her fingers brushing against the cool marble headstone. She placed the red flowers gently on the mound of soil, replacing the withered ones that had adorned the grave for months. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying memories of laughter, shared beds, and stolen kisses. As Angela and Fernando stood back, giving Sophia a moment of privacy, she knelt beside the grave.“It’s almost time,” Sophia murmured, her voice barely audible. She rubbed her swollen belly, feeling the flutter of life within. “Our child will soon come into this world.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she c

The morning sun filtered through the opulent curtains, casting a warm glow on the marble floors of the mansion. Abigail stepped out of the steamy shower, her skin tingling from the hot water. She moved to the vanity, the soft towel in her hand gliding effortlessly over her damp hair as she dried it with practiced motions. She wrapped a plush white robe around her, the fabric clinging to her curves. The towel in her hand absorbed the droplets from her long, olive-red hair as she briskly dried it. Her closet was a treasure trove of designer outfits, each piece meticulously chosen. Abigail’s fingers glided over the hangers, seeking the perfect attire for the day. Today, she craved something bold, something that would command attention. Her eyes settled on a striking green and black jumpsuit. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her lithe figure. She slipped into it, the zipper closing with a satisfying sound. Next came the accessories. Abigail selected a pa

The kitchen was a battleground, the air thick with tension. Abigail and Ella, once inseparable friends, now faced each other like sworn enemies. The room crackled with their animosity, and the utensils bore witness to their rage.Abigail lunged at Ella, her fingers like talons as she grabbed a fistful of Ella’s hair, yanking her head back, and slamming it into the fridge with a resounding thud. Ella winced, her hands flying up to protect her head as she stumbled backward her eyes narrowing in fury. She retaliated with a swift kick to Abigail’s stomach, the blow knocked the wind out of Abigail, causing her to double over in pain and the force of it knocked Abigail back against the electric stove. The metallic clang reverberated through the room.Their guards rushed forward, eager to separate the two women and put an end to the altercation but Abigail and Ella both shouted, “No!” Their voices overlapped, warning them not to interfere, a symphony of defiance. “This bitch is mine,” E