Chapter 91 —Your daughter?Narrator:Roman didn't react immediately. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable, his dark gaze fixed on her with a coldness that would make anyone tremble. But Miranda was not just anyone. She stood up calmly, adjusted her coat with an elegant movement, and gave him one last look, full of venom.“You have exactly twenty-four hours, Roman.” He continued to watch her, unblinking, unmoving, as if analyzing every microexpression on her face. “Either you let me into Sasha's life as Juliet, her mom's friend... or everything will come out.” She paused, making sure her words sank in. “Your marriage to that nanny will be annulled in the blink of an eye. Legally, you're still married to me, and that makes Aylin your concubine, your mistress, the other woman.” Roman clenched his jaw tightly. Miranda smiled. “Sure, you'll fix that in a matter of hours. There's no problem that the great Roman Adler can't solve.” But sweet Aylin...“ She tilted her head with feig

Chapter 93 —How it hurtNarrator:Roxanne entered Roman's office with a smile that lit up her face. Her heels clicked firmly on the marble floor as she approached him as if she were walking down a catwalk.“Did you send for me?” she asked, with a hint of restrained excitement that she made no attempt to hide.Roman looked up from the papers he was pretending to read. He tilted his head slightly and gave her a half-smile that was enough to make Roxanne's heart beat faster.“Yes,” he said in that deep voice that had always managed to disarm her. “I need you to review some reports from the gallery. I want to reorganize part of the collection, and you have a good eye for certain pieces.”Roxanne blinked, surprised but delighted. She moved closer, to the edge of the desk, and rested her hands gently on the wood.“I thought you didn't trust me with those things anymore,” she murmured, as if it were a reproach disguised as tenderness.Roman shrugged with the calm of a predator weighing his ne

Chapter 95 —Empty-handedNarrator:Aylin couldn't stay in the dormitory. The air felt thick, unbreathable. Every corner of that room smelled like him, tasted like him, and everything around her reminded her that, no matter what Roman had promised her, deep down he was still the same devil as always.She left quietly, barefoot and heartbroken. She wandered aimlessly down the hallway until her footsteps led her to the garden. And there it was. The bench. That damn bench where it all began.Where, on her birthday, he had kissed her for the first time.Where, for the first time, he had not been the feared mobster, but a broken man, with a glass of wine in his hand and a pain she could not name.She sat down slowly, as if the memory still lingered in the air, as if that naive Aylin from back then was still there, believing she could change him.The same bench that had witnessed the beginning of something that, at the time, she didn't even dare to name.She was alone, enveloped in a calm tha

Chapter 97 —Because sometimes, Dad... love isn't forever.Narrator:The morning dragged on unbearably slowly in that silent house. Aylin came down the stairs barefoot, a cup of coffee in her hands and a lost expression on her face, her hair tied back haphazardly and a baggy sweatshirt hanging over one of her shoulders. She hadn't turned on the music. She hadn't turned on the television. Only the faint drip of the faucet in the kitchen and the ticking of the clock marked the passage of time.Aylin had spent the night in silence, enveloped in a thick sadness that kept her awake. The house was empty, too quiet. Her grandmother and brother had not yet arrived, and although she knew they would soon, the loneliness weighed heavily on her.Mid-morning, the doorbell rang. It was Dominic.“Good morning,” he greeted her with a discreet smile as he held a bag of groceries. “I'm not here to bother you. Just to make sure you have what you need.”Aylin frowned but stepped aside to let him in.“You c

Chapter 99 —3 metersNarrator:The car stopped in front of the residence, imposing within the gated community where tranquility seemed to permeate every corner. The porch lights were already on, and Aylin waited silently at the door, her arms crossed over her chest and her heart on the edge of the abyss.Dominic got out of the car, walked around, and opened the back door.“We're here,” he said softly.Sasha got out without saying a word. Her eyes were shiny, but her face was serene. She clutched her backpack to her chest as if she needed to hold on to something more than just her belongings.When their eyes met, neither of them moved immediately.And then the girl ran.Aylin didn't hesitate for a second. She hugged her tightly, with all her heart, with all the love she hadn't been able to give her during those days of absence. Sasha clung to her neck, breathing deeply, as if the mere contact of their bodies could fill the void.“I missed you,” she whispered. “So much.”“Me too, my love