Trembling, I ran my hands through my hair.“Yes, I know… I'm sorry if I got carried away.” I smiled at the nurse, who nodded.“Nevertheless, I want the security footage to confirm that absolutely no one besides Mrs. Elisabeth was here to see Mrs. Eva!” Greg spoke ruthlessly, firm in his demand.“And who do you think you are to request such a thing?” The nurse glared at him.“I am the right hand of the owner of this nursing home. If you don't want to lose your job, you will do as I am ordering!” He smiled coldly and menacingly.“Yes, sir!” She replied reluctantly, followed by Greg.“My girl, please, run away!” My grandmother said, holding my hands.“I'm not going anywhere without you. Don't worry, we are safe.” I bit my cheek from the inside, not wanting to reveal the fear I felt inside, but I would protect her, just like my grandmother had done with me all my life.Finishing the visit, Greg returned briskly, with security guards he trusted spreading throughout the nursing home, which

POV: PATRICKThe plane landed smoothly, leaving Lis in his thoughts. Years in the army had trained me to assess the whole, the unsaid. Her fear was not getting involved with me, but rather the weight of her past falling on me. I needed to find out more about the person who tormented her so much, who had caused her physical and emotional wounds, and eliminate this threat once and for all!But not today. My goal was clear. Rumors that my ex-wife was trying to destabilize my company had reached me. Important clients from Cuba seemed inclined to end their work with the publisher. I couldn't allow that. Moreover, there was an opportunity: a small film producer that, with the right investment and leadership, would be a great asset to my company.Besides, it would be interesting to see Elisabeth in a skimpy bikini with her beautiful curves exposed, a delight and refuge in the world of business. I sighed, smiling, and walked to the car. When I saw Lis, she passed by quietly with red, swollen

“If they're doing this to you, imagine us.” Diego furrowed his brow. “What do you intend to do?”“What I do best, Mr. Diego, is brought down my enemies!” He smiled, finishing his wine and rising. “Excuse me, I have another commitment, but first, let me remind you of something: I only enter partnerships where there is mutual trust. If you doubted my integrity because of a stranger, I'm afraid SoundStory Press may no longer be interested in your projects. Enjoy the dinner; it's on us.”“Mr. Morgan, please wait... There's no need to end a partnership of years,” Eduardo stood up, but Greg stood in his way.“You heard my Lord's decision; enjoy the dinner. Good night!” He said this, turning to accompany me with brisk steps. “Are you sure about this? Losing their production will have a big impact on us.”“Did you see how Diego led this dinner? All his moves were to gather information. He's probably become one of Heloise's many lovers.” I clenched my fists, irritated, pressing my temples. “Th

“I completely agree. What's your suggestion?” Patrick raised an eyebrow as he seemed to find the suggestion I had made on the paper. “CineArts Press is an excellent choice. You really think of every detail, and that's something I admire about you.”A sudden warmth rose to my cheeks at the compliment, and I cleared my throat before continuing:“It's a new production company, composed of just a few members who hire amateur authors for their productions. Most of the content is edited by the co-founder and programmer, Alexander, along with partners Pablo, responsible for the commercial aspect, and María, in charge of financial management.” I paused, allowing Patrick to absorb the information before continuing. “Although they've been operating for less than two years, they've shown quality in their productions, especially in romantic shorts for social media, and have kept their finances balanced.”“No wonder; I trust your ability to discover talent.”Patrick looked at me with a hint of smug

“First of all, I have a river pilot's license and consider myself as competent as many captains out there, maybe even the most confident of them,” Patrick said, pulling up the formal dress and exposing more cleavage by unzipping it with his mouth, running his tongue up before looking back at me. “How can I kill us in the middle of nowhere?”“You could crash the yacht into a big wave,” I moaned as he rubbed his body against mine.“There's no forecast for storms; I checked... Trust me, put your fears aside. Today it will just be you and me.” His voice seductive, he captured my lips in a hungry kiss and skillfully pulled down the zipper of my dress, leaving me only in my underwear. Biting his lip, Patrick stopped to admire my body. “You're simply wonderful, Elisabeth, so beautiful.”“Mr. Morgan, someone could see us,” I murmured as his lips grazed the thin fabric of my pants.“Ready to sail to the middle of paradise?” With a mischievous look, Patrick bit the strap of my pants, pulling it