Chapter 181 —In the Middle of NowhereNarrator:As soon as they arrived at the hotel, the driver stopped the main van in front of the entrance. The guards began to move with precision, like pieces of a well-oiled machine, getting out first to secure the perimeter. From inside, Roman observed the building with a calm expression, but his eyes continued to calculate.“Did Ignacio get what I asked for?” he asked, without taking his eyes off the front.Dominic nodded from the passenger seat, barely turning his head.“Yes. Everything is ready. He got exactly what you asked for.”Roman got out with his characteristic calm. As soon as he set foot on the sidewalk, the hotel employees came out to greet them with their usual courtesy, but no one dared to get too close. The mere presence of the Devil commanded distance.Sasha got out, holding Aylin's arm, the twins between them, playing with some bags they had brought from the store. Eros was the last to come out, distracted, until Roman turned to

Chapter 183 —I don't deserve your forgivenessNarrator:She comes out of the bathroom wrapped in her robe, her hair wet and her skin still beaded with steam. She sees him from behind, dressed only in pajama bottoms. The Devil. Serene, as if he hadn't ruined absolutely everything.“Are you going to keep pretending nothing happened?” she fires, her voice cold and restrained.He doesn't turn around and looks at her through the mirror.“You mean the scene with Sasha?” he asks, without losing that tone that mixes indifference with superiority.Aylin presses her lips together. She takes another step into the bedroom.“Of course, Roman. What else could I be referring to? Your delicacy, perhaps? Your ability to ruin what little still works in this family?”“I did what I had to do.” He turns around, now. His gaze is hard, impenetrable. “I'm not going to apologize for protecting her.”“You didn't protect her.” You pushed her away. You broke her heart.“She's fourteen!” he raises his voice for th

Chapter 185 —FarewellNarrator:The lunch was Roman's idea. Not because he was feeling sentimental, far from it. But Aylin had told him that she didn't want Eros to leave without a proper farewell. And if there was one thing Roman couldn't stand, it was seeing his wife with that expression that was somewhere between reproach and absolute reason.He chose a discreet, secluded restaurant with tables under a white awning and a view of a small private garden. Nothing overly luxurious. Just intimacy, as befitted a family living under constant surveillance.“No speeches, no toasts,” he had warned her before leaving. “We'll have lunch, talk about normal things, and that's it.”Aylin smiled at him from the bed.“Don't worry, I don't plan on getting emotional. I just want Eros to remember it as a nice day.”When they arrived, Roman got out of the car first, as always. Dominic was already waiting for them, with the twins by his side, entertaining them with a game of sleight of hand. Eros arrived

Chapter 187 —Broken HeartNarrator:Sasha returned to the hotel from the pool area with a calm gait, her hands in her pants pockets and her face completely dry. No tears gave her away. No expression out of place. But her silence... was too polished to be natural.She entered through the side door, the one leading to the back hallway of the lobby. She walked straight ahead, without looking at anyone, and climbed the stairs without stopping. Upon entering the suite floor, Aylin, who was sitting in one of the armchairs in the common area, saw her pass by. She asked no questions. She just watched her. And she knew instantly. The way Sasha avoided her gaze. The way she didn't even say “good evening.” That rigid calm. That way of holding her body as if it were glass about to shatter. Aylin got up slowly, but didn't follow her. She knew it wasn't the right moment.Sasha reached her room, closed the door gently, and turned on the desk lamp. The place was still intact. Nothing seemed different.

Chapter 189 —NataliaNarrator:The midday sun streamed through the windows as the white SUV pulled up in front of the house. Aylin stopped what she was doing and went out onto the porch with a smile she hadn't allowed herself in days.“There she is,” she murmured, with genuine relief.The car door opened, and Natalia stepped out with a natural confidence that seemed to mark the ground with every step. She wore tight jeans, short boots, a loose blouse tucked in carelessly, and her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Her gaze was sharp, alert, the kind that reads you from head to toe without asking permission. And her smile, barely tilted, made it clear that she had not come to go unnoticed.“I hope it's worth it for you to have taken me away from the tranquility of my home,” was the first thing she said when she saw her. “If these brats make me lose my patience, you'll owe me a whole case of beer.”“If you survive a week without killing any of them, I'll give it to you with a bow on to