Danielleの小説

Gabriel's POV "The operation was successful," Miguel announced with a sigh of relief, and my heart leaped for joy. "Does that mean they're on their way?" I questioned, my heart beating erratically with a strange mix of joy and dread. Miguel nodded affirmatively. "Yes, they are. The culprits are on their way to the station too. Why do you seem so... uneasy?" "It's nothing," I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I'm just so happy that we came out on top." That was a big lie. The truth was I wasn't ready to see them. Not Joyce. Not Adrian. Not even Rafael. The thought of facing them, of seeing Joyce’s eyes—eyes that once held so much love but now only reflected betrayal—made my stomach churn. I wanted to be as far away as possible. Meeting me might ruin her newfound happiness and I didn't want that to happen. I wanted her to be happy while erasing every memory of me in her head. I had caused her so much pain. I had been a shadow cast over her past; I refused to b

Adrian's POV"We are?" Torres questioned, his face etched with shock as he stared at my computer screen with keen eyes. "How's that even possible?""Story for another day," I said dismissively, looking out the window. "It seems the men I demanded for are on their way. We should head there too.""Wait a minute," Torres raised a finger to stop me. "I think someone is coming heading our way."As if on cue, a shadow emerged from the dimly lit alleyway. Madrileño stepped into view, his dark clothing blending with the night, his tanned skin faintly illuminated by the passing streetlights. His expression was unreadable, but his purposeful stride spoke volumes."Why are you here?" I questioned with much curiosity in my voice and a frown on my face. "I thought we agreed on you leading the men.""I am leading them," Madrileno replied confidently. "I just came to let you know of something so that you can be prepared.""What's that?" I asked, refusing to beat around the bush. "Spill it out, so yo

Adrian's POV"Then we go after him," I said. "Let's head to the airport now!"Torres nodded, already speaking into the radio.He cocked his gun. "Time to end this."With that, We all rushed back and jumped into the van, peeling off into the night.I picked up the radio and connected to Miguel."Keep us posted. We're heading to the airport now," I stated."If we don't catch up with him now, we won't be able to find Joyce and Rafael," Torres sighed, revealing the bitter truth, his voice laced with discomfort and urgency as he looked out the window. "It might take years to find them if we lose this opportunity.""Positive thoughts and words only, Torres," I scolded, calling him by his name for the first time. I was annoyed with Daniel's close escape. I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that he had betrayed me after so many years of service to Santoria Industries.The fact that he knew everything about Rafael and Joyce meant he had been working with the enemy for years. Who knows? H

Lionel's POV"Ugh... You don't have to be so timid with me. I know what women like you are capable of," I scoffed, hoping for a reaction.Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She jus sat here like a statue. I cast her a side glance.She was sitting next to me with a stiff posture and a face void of any emotions. After my men caught her trying to escape, it was as if an icy shell had formed around her. She hardly spoke and rarely reacted to anything I said or was happening around her. Her questioning had ceased, and I couldn't predict her next move.It was disturbing. I exhaled through my nose, unsatisfied. Was she planning something? Had she truly accepted her fate? The fire in her eyes had become dull and unreadable. Her facial expression was indifferent like she had accepted her fate. I hated it. I wanted her to rebel against me. It was much more pleasurable that way. Her facial expression was indifferent like she had accepted her fate.Save for the small hum of the engine and the regu

Adrian's POV"You both made mistakes. You're both in the wrong," I rebuked. "You should work on yourselves instead of taking your anger out on each other. Don’t know how you plan to fix this mess, but remember—we’re all in this together. Whether you like it or not, we have a common goal."The room fell to a heavy silence. Gabe let his breath out in a slow hiss as he leaned against the warm sheets of the bed. Madrileño ran a hand over his face, still breathing sharp and unevenly. Part of me did think their little fight was somewhat amusing, but I needed to be the voice of reason here. I had to be the mature one."I'm sorry," Gabriel mumbled. Everyone turned to him in shock. Gabriel was not one to apologize. "I'm sorry I killed your child. I shouldn't blame you for my mistakes. I should have never gotten married to that bitch, and I'm going to keep on regretting it for the rest of my life."Madrileño’s jaw tightened, hands flexed at his sides. His lips parted as if he wanted to argue

Adrian's POVHaving this innate ability to sense danger, or detect a person's aura, is part of being a shrewd businessman, which not everybody could understand save the people concerned. It was an instinct sired from long years of high-stakes negotiations and betrayals, something that most people just wouldn't understand unless they lived in this world.Gabriel had it. So did I.And right now, every alarm inside me was going off as I watched him stare Madrileño down, his body rigid with restrained fury.The cell's air was thick with unsaid words and stress. Gabriel could already tell something was off with Madrileno. I could sense their mutual hostility suffocating the air between us.Madrileño was standing stiff, his jaw clenched tightly and Gabriel was seated on the edge of his bed with fingers tightly clenched into fists. Well, whatever their issues were could be sorted out after everything had been settled."So what exactly is it you found?" I asked, my expectant gaze fixed on Iva

His finger brushed softly against her cheek kindling heat through her, the physical spark igniting the emotional connection growing between them. Something in her longed for escape, to keep the distance between them, which protected her. Something else growing with increasing urgency, wished she could believe in him.Silvia’s lips parted, her voice barely a breath:"Then show me this isn’t just another lie. Show me that this is happening."His eyes narrowed. In one fluid movement, Ralph stepped toward her—heart pounding, hands shaking, unsure if she’d let him in…or shut him out forever. He walked around the table, drawing her to stand before him. Fingers framed the curve of her face in tenderness. Yet doubt lingered in the back of her mind—could she truly trust him after everything?"I am a fool," he breathed, his thumb tracing the curve of her face. "A foolish, obstinate fool who nearly lost the most precious thing that had ever crossed his life path."Her own heart raced in her c

Chapter 45That night Silvia did not go to sleep.Except for the infrequent creak of ancient wood and the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs, the house was quiet. With Ralph's diary cradled in her lap once more, its worn leather warm under her fingers, she sat erect on the bed.She had read it twice now. Still, her head battled her heart.Could she trust it? Trust him?Her gaze snapped toward the window at which dawn was just starting to menace the horizon with a gentle indigo tint. Barefoot, she stood and moved to the door with the journal still pressed against her chest.A high, sharp ring ruptured the calm just as her hand touched the doorknob.The landline. The hallway. That phone was rarely used.As she dashed toward it, her heart lurching, she seized the receiver before the second ring could be heard."Hello?"; pause.Static.Then—"Silva?"—she paused. The voice was undeniably familiar.Rebecca."Since I figured you would want to know—you have just seen one possi

Silvia followed Ralph round the twisting staircase, dizzy. What evidence was there of the genuineness of his love? What was there that would overcome the damning coincidence of his conversion?He did not lead her to the master bedroom she and he had occupied the last three nights, though, but towards his study—a room she had only entered to clean during her months as his maid. Ralph's inner sanctum, which was always locked when he was not present. Even now, his hand went to the small key in his pocket to unlock the solid oak door.The air was perfumed with sandalwood and leather, masculinity and unmistakably Ralph. Her eyes drifted across the comfortable furnishings, the enormous mahogany desk, leather-bound bookcase, plush chairs in front of the fire. All seemed normal and nothing especially enlightening.He headed over to the desk and unlocked the bottom drawer with a second key in his pocket. He took out a chunky leather diary and held it in his hand for a moment, a soft spot in hi

The papers were scattered on the coffee table where Silvia had laid them two hours ago. She had read every one of the pages three times, underlining the most damning paragraphs, taking in everything that Rebecca had revealed. The grandfather clock in the hallway tolled six in succession, its deep tones echoing in the empty house. Ralph would soon be back.Silvia rose from the couch, her fingers trembling as she smoothed her dress. She headed over to the liquor cabinet and served herself a sizeable amount of Ralph's fine scotch. The amber liquid seared her throat, though it seemed to calm her nerves. Silvia did not drink frequently, yet tonight seemed to demand liquid courage.The distant crunch of gravel beneath tires made her clench her belly. She sipped again, then set the glass on the table. Footsteps across the front steps. Clank of keys. Loud thud of the dense front door shutting."Silvia?" Ralph's voice called from the room in warm, eager tones that made her own heart hurt again

" I've already explained it to you," Rebecca's tone was gentle with feigned pity. "It's all about the family Trust. Regarding the terms of his inheritance. Regarding the reason why he needed a wife—just a wife—within a short time.Ralph had not spoken of inheritance when he had proposed his deal to her when she met him to help her mother. He had not told her that his firm required the stability of a married person and that his shareholders were worried about his bachelor status."I don't know what you're speaking about," Silvia answered, a coldness creeping into her stomach.Rebecca's thoughts wandered to a sunny afternoon long gone when she and Ralph were inseparable as she leaned back in her seat. Over candlelit dinners, they had spent relaxed weekends exploring each other's dreams.Rebecca smiled, a smile reminiscent of a trapped cat. "Read what is in the envelope, Silvia. Legal papers don't lie, even if a particular person happens to do so."Silvia's shaking fingers closed over th

The fine china bell clinked against the table in the dining room as Silvia set down her teacup. Three days had passed since the staff had learned of Ralph's revelation...and therefore, three days of adjusting to her new reality. The household moved in a state of cautious readjustment.The new cleaning staff had been hired; Donna, the head staff, maintained a professional demeanor in assigning them their duties. Silvia was left floating in a household that previously provided her days of meaning but now had only empty hours. Ralph had to go back to work in spite of his obvious reluctance to be away from her.Each day, he had kissed her good-morning with a possessiveness that left her breathless, promising to be back early, making plans for their evening.She traced her fingers along the rim of her teacup, contemplating on what she would do with so much time in her hands.Silvia turned her gaze towards the late morning sunlight streaming through the large windows. The sunlight was warm