The conference room doors closed with a soft but final click.Inside, the atmosphere shifted instantly.Executives sat around the long polished table, their expressions varying from cautious to skeptical, but all of them shared one thing in common—attention. Every pair of eyes turned toward Luca as he entered, followed closely by Caterina.He didn’t rush.Didn’t acknowledge the stares.He simply walked to the head of the table and took his seat like it was the most natural thing in the world.Caterina stood at his side for a brief moment, placing a stack of documents in front of him before moving to her position slightly behind and to the side—silent, observant, in control.“Let’s begin,” Luca said.No introduction.No wasted words.A man in his fifties cleared his throat. “Mr. Gray, before we proceed—there are concerns.”“Speak.”The blunt permission threw him off slightly, but he continued. “The decision to replace Tomorrow Group so abruptly… it’s causing instability.”Another execu

The atmosphere in the living room thickened, heavy enough to suffocate anyone caught in it. The air itself seemed to press down on the polished glass table between them, reflecting distorted versions of the people seated around it.Isabella lounged on the sofa like a queen on a throne, her legs crossed elegantly, her chin slightly raised, eyes filled with unmistakable contempt. Beside her, her lawyer leaned forward, fingers steepled, gaze sharp and predatory. Alessandro stood slightly behind, arms folded, his lips curved in a faint, mocking smile.Across from them, Luca stood still, his presence calm but cold, like a blade hidden beneath silk. Caterina remained at his side, posture straight, expression composed, her silence deliberate.“Mr. Gray,” Isabella’s lawyer said with a thin smile, “let’s not waste time. My client is prepared to proceed with the divorce.”Isabella let out a soft, disdainful laugh. “You should be grateful,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Someone lik

The room fell into a suffocating stillness as the lawyer reached forward and opened the file completely. The soft rustle of paper sounded unusually loud, slicing through the tension like a blade.His earlier arrogance had returned, though thinner now, as if forced back into place.“Let’s see what you’ve prepared,” he muttered, flipping the first page.Then his eyes paused.His fingers stiffened slightly.He turned the page again, slower this time.“Evidence of infidelity,” he announced, though his tone lacked its earlier confidence.He slid several glossy photographs across the glass table.They fanned out in front of Isabella.The images were clear.Undeniable.Isabella and Alessandro—close, intimate, unmistakably involved. Late-night meetings. Hidden corners. Hands intertwined. Faces too close for denial.The room seemed to shrink.Isabella’s expression froze.Then—It changed.Her eyes widened, pupils tightening as disbelief collided with recognition. The color drained from her fac

Back inside the living room, the door had barely settled shut before the fragile silence shattered.Isabella’s hand slammed down on the glass table.The sharp crack echoed across the room, rattling the scattered photographs and making the lawyer flinch slightly despite himself.“This isn’t how it was supposed to go!” she snapped, her voice breaking through the tension like a blade.Her breathing was uneven now, no longer the calm, controlled rhythm she had maintained earlier. The elegance she wore like armor had fractured, revealing something far more volatile underneath.Alessandro stepped closer, his movements cautious but deliberate. “Calm down,” he said, lowering his voice as if trying to contain the situation.But his eyes betrayed him.There was calculation there.Interest.Not concern.Isabella turned sharply toward him, her gaze blazing. “Calm down?” she repeated, disbelief and anger mixing into something sharp and ugly. “Did you not see what just happened?”Her fingers curled

Isabella stood by the window, her reflection staring back at her—perfect, composed, untouchable. But beneath that polished exterior, something darker stirred. Her fingers slowly unclenched, her breathing steadying as she forced the storm inside her to settle into something sharper.Controlled.Calculated.She took a deep breath.“Fine,” she said.Her voice was no longer shaking. It was cold.“If he wants to play, I’ll play.”Behind her, Alessandro’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. He had been waiting for this moment—the shift from anger to strategy.“What’s your plan?” he asked, stepping closer, his tone light but his eyes gleaming with anticipation.Isabella didn’t turn immediately. She kept her gaze on her reflection, as if confirming something to herself.Then she spoke.“I’ll go on vacation.”Alessandro blinked, slightly caught off guard.“…Vacation?” he repeated, as if testing the word.“With you,” Isabella added calmly.That was all it took.His expression changed inst