

Introduction
Her father’s heartfelt apology and subsequent assassination by Aira Jewels, Marcelino’s mother, shatters Mariam’s heart. Vowing revenge, she sends her twins to a secret haven and trains herself to become the world’s top assassin. Marcelino, unaware of his mother’s actions, joins a powerful hunter association and masters martial arts, aiming to uncover his hidden family’s secrets.
As Mariam and Marcelino rise to power, they discover their true heritage—each belonging to one of the three Celestial Hidden Families that covertly control the world. Their paths cross as enemies, leading to intense confrontations. Marcelino, under orders from his mother, is tasked with eliminating Mariam, igniting a fierce battle between the two former lovers.
Caught in a web of ancient rivalries and hidden agendas, Mariam and Marcelino's twins emerge as the key to possible reconciliation. Will they unite to dismantle the remaining Celestial Hidden Families and bring peace, or will their vendetta lead to a tragic end?
Chapter 1
The rain pounded against the large windows of the hotel lobby, each droplet adding to the cacophony of the storm raging outside. Mariam Reyes, a driven and ambitious 25-year-old, brushed a few strands of wet hair from her forehead and approached the reception desk. Her flight had been delayed due to the storm, and she was grateful to finally be indoors, away from the fury of nature.
"Welcome to The Grand Astoria," the receptionist greeted her with a warm smile, though a hint of stress was evident in her eyes. The hotel was bustling with guests, many of whom were stranded due to the inclement weather. "How can I assist you?"
"Reservation for Mariam Reyes," she said, her voice firm but polite. Despite her fatigue, she maintained an air of professionalism.
The receptionist typed on her keyboard, her smile faltering slightly. "It appears we have a bit of an issue. Due to the storm, we’ve had an influx of guests, and there’s been a mix-up with the reservations. Unfortunately, we’re overbooked tonight."
Mariam’s heart sank. She had been looking forward to a hot shower and a comfortable bed. "Is there any room available at all?" she asked, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice.
"Let me check again." The receptionist's fingers flew over the keyboard. After a few moments, she looked up, relieved. "We do have one room left, but there seems to be another guest already checked into it due to the booking error. Perhaps you could share it for the night?"
Mariam hesitated. Sharing a room with a stranger was not her idea of a relaxing evening. However, the alternative—finding another hotel in the storm—was even less appealing. "Alright," she agreed reluctantly. "I’ll take it."
"Thank you for understanding," the receptionist said, handing her the key card. "Room 204. I’ll inform the other guest."
As Mariam made her way to the elevator, her suitcase rolling behind her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The elevator ride seemed longer than usual, each floor adding to her anxiety about this unknown person she was about to share a space with. She took a deep breath as the doors opened, and she stepped into the hallway, quickly locating room 204.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal a young man, probably around her age, with tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked as surprised as she felt.
"Hi," she said, holding up the key card. "I’m Mariam. There was a mix-up with the reservations, and it looks like we’ll be sharing the room tonight."
The man’s initial surprise turned into a welcoming smile. "Marcelino Buno," he introduced himself, stepping aside to let her in. "Quite the storm, isn’t it?"
Mariam entered the room, glancing around. It was spacious and elegantly furnished, with two queen-sized beds, a small sitting area, and a large window offering a view of the rain-lashed city. She placed her suitcase beside one of the beds and sighed. "Yes, quite the storm."
They made small talk as Mariam settled in, both trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation. Marcelino was 23, a freelance designer, and had been in town for a client meeting. He seemed friendly and easy-going, a stark contrast to Mariam’s often intense and focused demeanor.
As the evening wore on, the storm showed no signs of abating. They ordered room service and shared a meal, the conversation flowing more naturally as they got to know each other. Marcelino had a quick wit and a knack for storytelling, and Mariam found herself laughing more than she had in weeks.
"So, what brings you to the Grand Astoria?" Marcelino asked, leaning back in his chair with a curious look.
Mariam smiled, feeling more relaxed. "I had a business trip that got extended because of the storm. I’m a CEO at an architecture firm."
Marcelino’s eyebrows raised in admiration. "Impressive. What’s it like running a company at 25?"
"It’s challenging but rewarding," Mariam replied, her eyes reflecting a mix of pride and exhaustion. "Every day is different, and I love seeing our projects come to life."
Marcelino nodded, clearly interested. "I can imagine. I’m a freelance designer, so I understand the satisfaction of seeing your work materialize. Though, I’m sure our scales of operation are quite different."
They continued talking, sharing stories of their careers and lives. Mariam was surprised by how easy it was to open up to Marcelino. There was a sincerity in his eyes, a warmth that made her feel at ease.
As the night progressed, their conversation grew more personal. They shared stories of their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. Mariam talked about her new role as CEO of an architecture firm, the challenges she faced, and her ambitions for the future. Marcelino spoke of his journey as a freelance designer, the highs and lows of pursuing his passion, and his desire to make a name for himself.
There was a moment of silence, the only sound was the steady drumming of rain against the window. Mariam looked at Marcelino, her heart pounding. The vulnerability they had shared, the storm outside, the intimacy of the dimly lit room—it all created a sense of connection she couldn’t ignore.
Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and kissed him. Marcelino responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her. The kiss was intense, charged with the emotions they had both been holding back. It felt like the culmination of a night filled with unexpected but welcome surprises.
They pulled apart, breathing heavily. "I’m sorry," Mariam began, but Marcelino shook his head, his eyes dark with emotion.
"Don’t be," he said, his voice husky. "I’ve been wanting to do that since you walked in."
They kissed again, the storm outside matching the intensity of their emotions. They moved to one of the beds, their shared vulnerability and desire pulling them together in a way that felt both natural and inevitable. Their bodies intertwined, and the passion between them ignited into a night of intense intimacy. Every touch, every kiss, felt electric, as if the storm outside was a mere reflection of the tempest within them. They explored each other with a fervor, driven by an unspoken connection that seemed to bridge their very souls.
The night passed in a blur of passion and intimacy. Mariam felt a connection with Marcelino that she had never experienced before. It was as if the storm had washed away all pretense, leaving them both exposed and real.
As dawn approached, they lay in each other’s arms, exhausted but content. Mariam fell asleep with her head on Marcelino’s chest, lulled by the steady beat of his heart and the fading sounds of the storm.
When she woke, the room was bathed in the soft light of morning. Marcelino was gone, his side of the bed empty. For a moment, she wondered if it had all been a dream. But the lingering warmth of his touch and the faint scent of his cologne told her it had been real.
Mariam sat up, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She felt a deep sense of loss at his absence, but also a strange sense of hope. The connection they had shared was undeniable, and she couldn’t let it go.
Determined, she got dressed and checked out of the hotel. As she made her way to her office, her mind was already racing with plans. She was the CEO of an architecture firm, with resources and connections at her disposal. Finding Marcelino might be a challenge, but she was not one to back down from a challenge.
Mariam’s determination grew with each passing hour. She reached out to her contacts, hired a private investigator, and used every tool at her disposal to track him down. She needed to see him again, to understand what had happened between them, and to explore the connection that had ignited so unexpectedly.
Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Marcelino. Mariam’s resolve never wavered, even as she faced the demands of her new role. The memory of that stormy night and the connection they had shared fueled her determination.
Finally, one evening, as she was leaving her office, her phone rang. It was the private investigator. "I’ve found him," he said, and Mariam’s heart skipped a beat.
She listened intently as he gave her the details. Marcelino Buno had started his own freelance design business and was gaining recognition for his talent. He was in the city, not too far from where she was.
Mariam thanked the investigator and ended the call. She stood there for a moment, absorbing the news. Marcelino was within reach, and now it was up to her to take the next step.
With renewed determination, she made her way to the address the investigator had given her. As she approached the building, her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She entered the lobby and took the elevator to the floor where Marcelino’s office was located.
Standing outside his door, she took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened, and there he was—Marcelino Buno, the man who had shared a stormy night and left an indelible mark on her heart.
He looked just as surprised to see her as she had felt that first night. "Mariam?" he said, his voice filled with astonishment.
"Hello, Marcelino," she replied, a smile spreading across her face. "We need to talk."
As they stepped into his office, Mariam felt a sense of anticipation. The storm had brought them together once, and now, she was determined to see where this unexpected connection would lead.
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