Chapter 2 —I'm in chargeNarrator:“Stay here. Someone will come to take your details,” he ordered.Aylin blinked, still dazed.“No. I'll come back tomorrow.”Roman nodded slightly, with the patience of someone who already knows the answer.“No. You're staying.”Aylin felt her body tense.“I don't have to...”She didn't finish the sentence. Before she could react, his firm hands closed around her shoulders. The contact shook her like an electric shock. The heat of his skin penetrated the fabric of her clothes. His eyes caught hers. Impenetrable. Too close. Her breathing became erratic.Warm air brushed against her cheek. He leaned in slightly. Just a little. Enough for her to feel the threat in his proximity. “You will obey.” Aylin opened her mouth, but the lump in her throat prevented her from speaking. His scent enveloped her, woody and dark, like a poison seeping into her system.And then, without warning, he pushed her, with just enough force to make her fall back into the leather

Chapter 4 —SashaNarrator:The Adler mansion was imposing from the entrance.Aylin got out of the car with a knot in her stomach, mentally replaying every second of the previous night as if she could still wake up from that madness. But no. She was there. Standing in front of a huge gate, with gardens that looked like something out of a magazine and a structure as elegant as it was intimidating.The front door opened before she could ring the bell.An older woman, dressed impeccably and discreetly, with a serious expression, looked at her professionally.“You must be Aylin. Good morning. I'm Amelia, the housekeeper. Please come in.”Aylin nodded silently and crossed the threshold, feeling tiny in the foyer, which was larger than her entire apartment.“Please wait in the living room. I'll let Mr. Adler know you've arrived.”Aylin placed her bag on her lap as she sat on the edge of one of the sofas, her hands clasped together, unable to decide whether she was breathing too heavily or wh

Chapter 6 —Houses of ReviewNarrator:The journey passed in a heavy silence, laden with everything that neither of them said.Roman drove with the same confidence with which he managed everything else in his life, slowly but surely, as if every traffic light, every intersection, and every street were part of a route he knew by heart.And, indeed, he did know it.He remembered perfectly the way to that forgotten area, where the houses looked as if they were about to collapse and the asphalt had more cracks than broken promises.Behind them, a black SUV escorted the car, silent, discreet, but impossible to ignore.When Roman stopped the car in front of the building, Aylin hurried out, clutching her purse to her body as if that could give her some protection.But Roman got out too.She spun around, stopping him with a trembling hand raised halfway.“Mr. Adler, you don't need to accompany me...” Roman watched her silently, with that look that said nothing and everything at the same time.

Chapter 8 —A Good FatherNarrator:Aylin left the office with an empty glass in her hand and her breath held.She still didn't understand how she had gone from preparing to be fired, humiliated, and probably deported... to ending up toasting with whiskey with Roman Adler, as if that madness had been worthy of applause.The echo of his laughter continued to reverberate in her head. That man never ceased to unsettle her.She walked down the hall to the kitchen, looking for something to help her ground herself.She arrived in the kitchen, her pulse still racing, trying to process the impossible. She thought she would walk into the office to receive her final sentence, and she came out with a whiskey in her system and the approval of the Devil himself.When she walked through the door, Amelia looked up from the tomatoes she was chopping and gave her a broad, almost knowing smile.“So you survived,” she said, as if she already knew exactly what she had gone in for.Aylin set the glass on t

Chapter 10 —Goodbye, MomNarrator:Sasha stood motionless in front of the cemetery entrance, staring at the black gates as if they were an impenetrable barrier.“Is this a joke?” she muttered, without taking her eyes off the gate, as if she couldn't believe they were really there.Aylin shook her head gently, keeping her voice calm.“No, Sasha. I came to bring you.”The teenager looked at her suspiciously, as if trying to figure out what was behind it all.“Why would you do something like this?”“Because I thought you'd like it. No one should stop you from visiting your mother.”Sasha swallowed, but didn't answer. She just looked down, crossing her arms as if to protect herself from the trembling inside her.Aylin pointed to a small stall just inside the entrance, where several colorful wreaths and bouquets were on display.“Go buy her some flowers. Whatever you want.”“What about you?”“I'm going to the office to confirm exactly where the grave is. I won't be long.”Sasha nodded slow