Chapter 82 —RedNarrator:After Sasha finished telling her idealized version of the story, Aylin noticed how Julieta was watching her with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something she couldn't quite identify.“It sounds like Roman finally found someone who makes him happy,” Julieta commented with an enigmatic smile, stirring her coffee slowly. “He wasn't an easy man... but I suppose you're not either, are you, Aylin?”Aylin tilted her head, her smile remaining, but there was a hint of warning in her gaze.“I think she's right about that.”Sasha laughed and drank her juice with carefree joy, while Julieta let out a low, approving chuckle.“That's good. Roman needs someone with character by his side.”The tone was friendly, but Aylin couldn't shake the feeling that there was a double meaning in every word.Sasha, oblivious to the subtle tension in the conversation, set her glass on the table and smiled.“Julieta, why haven't we seen you before?”The woman set her cup down car

Chapter 84 —Run...Narrator:When Roman opened the bedroom door, the air seemed to thicken immediately. His gaze met hers.“Damn it!” he exclaimed, unprepared for what he saw.Aylin was there, waiting for him with all the calmness in the world, sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, playing with the tip of her hair as if she were unaware of the lethal image she was projecting. But he knew she was. Because Aylin didn't have a single piece of clothing covering her. Only lingerie. And not just any lingerie, but red, tiny, exquisitely designed to be sin turned into fabric. The lace bra barely covered what was necessary, leaving her skin exposed, her breasts enhanced in a way that seemed designed to tempt him into hell. Garters ran up her thighs, holding up sheer stockings that hugged her skin with insulting sensuality, connecting to a thin garter belt that further accentuated the curve of her waist. And the most lethal garment of all... A tiny red thong that disapp

Chapter 86 —Feeling Damn GoodNarrator:Aylin remained tangled in the sheets, feeling Roman's warm body next to hers. Her breathing was still heavy, her skin sensitive, her mind floating between exhaustion and a strange peace she didn't want to analyze too much.Roman, with one arm under her head and his other hand caressing her back with unbearable slowness, watched her silently.“I don't know what I like more,” he murmured hoarsely, his warm breath brushing her hair. “The sound of your moans or how fucking beautiful you look when you finish like that.”Aylin snorted against his chest.“Do you know what I like least?” she asked sarcastically, though her tone came out softer than she intended.“Enlighten me, wife.”“Your damn ego.”Roman laughed softly, and Aylin felt the vibration on her skin, the deep sound running through her like a caress.“You love it.”“You're a jerk.”He slid a hand around the curve of her waist, slowly moving up her bare back, tracing it with his fingers in a g

Chapter 88 —Did you miss me...?Narrator:The silence between them was like a sharp blade cutting through the air.The woman maintained her composure, a slight smile on her lips, while Roman kept his eyes fixed on her. His gaze was dark, intense, charged with something as dangerous as it was impenetrable.A waitress approached, notebook in hand and a nervous smile on her face.“Can I get you anything else?”Roman didn't even turn his head. His voice was low, deep, with that relentless tone that brooked no argument.“No.”The waitress hesitated for a second, but before she could leave, he spoke again.“How much do you want to close this place down?”The comment fell like a bomb in the café.The waitress blinked, confused.“Sir, I don't think...”“Find out,” he cut her off, his expression unchanged.The woman swallowed and hurried over to the manager, who, seeing Roman's expression, quickly did some mental math. He approached the table with a mixture of disbelief and caution.“Sir, closi

Chapter 90 —I am your wifeNarrator:Miranda narrowed her eyes and massaged her sore wrist with a tense smile, regaining some of her arrogance.“Let me remind you of something, Adler... I am your wife.”Roman let out a low, dark laugh, completely devoid of humor.“You were my wife. Until you stole from me and ran away like the coward you always were.”Miranda lifted her chin haughtily, but he saw the slight tremor in her lips, the way her hands clenched on the table.“You can't erase it, Devil. You can't change the facts. No matter how many papers you signed with that woman, the first marriage always counts.”Roman clenched his jaw.“That marriage died the day you abandoned Sasha.”Miranda clicked her tongue and looked at him with feigned pity.“Are you sure? Because, legally, you're still my husband.”Roman narrowed his eyes and his expression became even more dangerous.“If you think that gives you any rights over me or my daughter, you're more screwed up than I remembered.”Miranda