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Silent Scars, Loud Love

After the tragic death of her parents, Larissa Petrova became a victim of sex trafficking. Rescued during a police raid led by Inspector Alicia Rodriguez, Larissa finds herself with nowhere to go. Alicia takes her in, offering her a chance to start over. Determined to rebuild her life, Larissa secures a job as a bartender at Madrid’s biggest club, where she meets Lionel Ramos, a strikingly handsome billionaire. Lionel is captivated by Larissa’s beauty and resilience. They fell in love, and within months, they got married. The silent scars begins as they struggle to conceive a child. Lionel’s mother, Mrs. Ramos, pressures them for a grandchild, adding strain to their relationship. After consulting with medical experts, they turn to surrogacy, despite Larissa’s initial reluctance.   Larissa asks her best friend Lucia, a fellow survivor of the sex trafficking ring, to be their surrogate. Lucia agrees, enticed by the promise of ,000 a month. However, her greed soon takes over. She demands ,000 a month, knowing they have no legal agreement to protect them. Desperate for a child, Lionel and Larissa comply. As the pregnancy progresses, Lucia's demands escalate. Driven by jealousy and greed, she terminates the pregnancy, leaving Larissa devastated. Mrs. Ramos, desperate for an heir, convinces Lionel to have an affair with Lucia. Reluctantly, Lionel agrees, and Lucia becomes pregnant again. She demands to move into Lionel’s mansion, creating further tension. "Silent Scars, Loud Love" is a  tragic tale of love, betrayal, and the power of forgiveness. In a romance life where scars run deep, true healing can only begin by letting go of the past, acting as if it never happen. Dive into a story that lacks the ordinary and entails of the extraordinary journey to love.

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How much does your happiness worth?

Chapter Twenty-Three

 

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Lucia's voice cut through the silence as she stood at her entrance, surprise flickering across her features.

 

"What am I doing here?" I echoed with a bitter laugh. "You should know already. You and Fred—"

 

"Come in." Her voice softened as she cast a glance around, clearly uncomfortable. She stepped aside and gestured for me to enter. "This isn't the place for a conversation like this," she added with a forced smile.

 

I stepped inside, feeling the weight of the tension between us settle on my shoulders like a lead blanket. My chest tightened with a potent mix of frustration and anxiety, and the air around us seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken truths. Every step I took into the apartment felt like I was wading deeper into dangerous waters, each footfall pulling me closer to a confrontation I both dreaded and needed.