Damian was so shocked when Bianca reacted to his touch, his kiss, He was expecting her to break the hell loose or push him back. He felt something snapped in him and forced himself to stop even when his burning desire was saying otherwise but he couldn't be too sure if Bianca really wanted it or if she was only acting on impulse. He broke the kiss and held her by the shoulder while Bianca slowly opened her eyes at a slow pace before she shifted her gaze to somewhere else except his side. “I’m sorry!” Damian muttered while expecting her to say something. He wanted her to tell him how much she wanted him, how much everything seemed so much alike, how much she had missed him but after waking for a while he stood and adjusted himself back. “I will be back! I need a hot bath…” He whispered the last part. Bianca watched his silhouette disappear through the door. She knew he felt disappointed by her reaction but she couldn't point out her feelings. She has done something unforgivable, she

Bruno sat in his office, the room dimly lit by the glow of his desk lamp. He had been working tirelessly for hours, making phone calls and following up on leads for the private investigation he had been conducting. The case was personal, too personal for him to let anyone else get too involved. He’d kept Damian and the others in the dark about it, preferring to work alone. The details were messy and complicated, and Bruno knew he had to tread carefully. He couldn’t let anything slip, especially not now. The investigation had become an obsession. The memory of his daughter’s death haunted him every day. He had never been able to move past the court’s decision to let Andrew go free. The evidence had been weak, and Andrew had managed to convince the world that he was innocent, but Bruno had never been convinced. He had always believed that Andrew was guilty—that somehow, Andrew was responsible for his daughter’s death. And now, after all this time, Bruno had been tracking him down, hopin

Damian had left home immediately after messaging Bruno to meet at the usual place; he checked on Bianca, who had her door closed. The crisp morning air invigorated as he walked to the cozy little coffee shop nestled on the corner of his street. He had asked him to come here because it seemed closer to his house and since Bianca was still around, he couldn't afford to leave her alone for so long. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of pastries. He chose a small table by the window, a perfect spot to keep an eye on the entrance. As the minutes ticked by, he found himself glancing at his watch more frequently. Each time the bell above the door jingled, his heart raced with hope, only to deflate when it was another customer. Damian's mind raced with thoughts. He replayed their last conversation, wondering if he had said something that might have deterred Bruno from showing up. Was he running late? Has something come up? He took a si

Bianca sat in the dimly lit corner of the café, a half-empty cup of coffee cooling beside her. The rich aroma of freshly brewed beans filled the air, but she barely registered it. Her mind was a whirlwind, lost in the tide of unanswered questions swirling around her. She stared blankly out the window, watching raindrops race down the glass, each one mirroring the chaos in her thoughts. “Why are you on the run, sister? Why were you locked up that day? What has happened that Damian couldn't tell?” These questions echoed in her mind, relentless and unyielding. She had missed the opportunity to ask them when Regina had abruptly left, claiming work demanded her immediate attention. The memory of Regina's hurried departure gnawed at Bianca, leaving a hollow ache in her chest. Regina had seemed flustered, her words tumbling out in a flurry as she tried to mask her agitation. She had spoken negatively about Damian, painting him in a light that felt wrong to Bianca. “He's not who you think he

Damian's mind raced as he tried to piece together the situation. The implications were staggering. Andrew had always been envious of his success. This was the question that kept raiding his mind, he had never thought someone could be so desperate to bring him down, so he went into his trance. The realization had forced him to connect the dots, he couldn't believe he had been stupid not to have seen things from the onset. He couldn't help but think of how things had gone as pointing at him and yet he still couldn't see through. At that moment, it became painfully clear that Andrew had been orchestrating this all along. The dots connected in a way that left Damian reeling. He had sensed something off in their previous interactions, but he had never imagined it would culminate in a betrayal of this magnitude. “Why are you here, Andrew?” Damian finally managed to voice, the words escaping him like a strangled whisper. His voice trembled with a mix of incredulity and rage. Andrew leaned a