I sat in the back seat of the taxi, still reeling from everything that had happened at the newspaper. My mind was a mess, and the feeling of betrayal by Giovanni made me furious. I wanted nothing to do with him anymore, but now I realized he was willing to do anything to force me to marry him, even if it meant using dirty methods.
The taxi stopped in front of my building, and as I stepped out of the car, I immediately sensed something was wrong. There were several boxes scattered in the hall, which left me puzzled. I greeted the doorman, but he seemed nervous, which only deepened my intrigue.
"What's going on, Marcos?" I asked, eyeing the boxes curiously.
"I'm sorry, Miss Fraga, but Mr. James Miller, the apartment owner, asked me to inform you that he has prohibited your access to the a
