Ezra and Storm Gomez were born as twins, and being the second born, Storm is happy because the responsibilities assigned to the heir of their family depends on his twin brother Ezra as the firstborn. As the second born Storm is safe from the orders and he is happy to live his life in his way and being free is what he really wants. That's what he thought, not until his twin brother's death!
As the first son, his twin brother will succeed his father in their family business. Azrel Gomez wants one of his twins ready to take over the reins if needed. Ezra is ready for the role. He was born for it, and Storm is the opposite.
Ezra had the charisma, intelligence, and unwavering business sense to have taken their company to new heights. Storm is the spare son and he was very happy with it. He never wanted this company. He never aspired to be in the spotlight or crave what the CEO position brings.
Now, he will never escape it. He knows it's coming after his twin's death. Before the ink dries on his twin's death certificate, his father had a plan.
While Ezra had the drive to succeed in his father's career, Storm just wanted to live a quiet life away from the responsibilities that their father gave them. It was almost within his grasp until his twin's death!
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"Storm," his father growled, making him grit his teeth. He never knew he would speak to him in a kind voice. Everything about him is abrasive and makes him nervous.
Knowing that he had to admit to him at some point, he turned and took off his coat and handed it to Lorelei, his father's assistant who was suspected by everyone as his father's mistress. Maybe they are hiding a child which he doubts is unlikely to happen. He calmed down and followed his voice to his study, where he had already lit a cigar and flipped through some papers.
"What is it?"
"Gael Mendez will be here soon or in the next day. I need you to take care of him for me."
He grits his teeth, knowing what to expect. "Certainly."
The hostile look in his father's eyes would startle any board member, but Storm is used to it. "Not sure. Gael and I were on the verge of merging companies before your twin passed away. We will be the largest company in the country if that happened!" his father said, slapping his hands on the table.
"You can still have it without Ezra."
"You know the rules of our corporate merger."
He did, and his twin brother readily agreed. It's a gentleman's game in which the merger of companies is marked by marriage. It doesn't make sense. Gone are the days when those old-fashioned values, when a handshake was as good as your words were. Any deal can now be made under the right conditions without sacrificing your happiness.
"I'm not marrying someone I didn't know."
"She's from a nice family, she's indeed a nice woman."
"No matter how nice she was, I'm still not sure if she'll fit my taste, especially in her appearance."
He is not the type of guy who judges women by their looks, but he does think she has to be attractive. But most of all, he wants to enjoy being with his beloved wife-to-be. Arranged marriages are not a guarantee of his happiness at all.
"She may be fine, but I'm not going to be forced to marry. I'm not Ezra." He scoffed at it.
His father's disappointment with him is obvious. "I know very well that you are not your twin brother. You prove it to me every day, and you despise me."
"Do you think the day of his funeral is the perfect time to ask this question? You can't even let me mourn for him before you push me to his fiancé?"
"Business never sleeps. If we don't keep doing it now, Gael Mendez will make a deal with the Colton Group. That family is ruthless. If he makes a deal with them, we will never expand the way we need to. Is that what you want, let's limp our company down?"
He finds it funny that when he planned his marriage on the day of his twin brother's funeral, he thought Coltons was ruthless huh? What does his father think of him? His father was one of the most hated businessmen in town. People despised working with him because of his ruthlessness in business dealings. For this reason alone, he doesn't want to have anything to do with his company.
"I'm not going to marry a stranger," he said forcefully, his fists clenched and staring at him.
He got up from his desk, buttoned his suit jacket, and came to face him. "You have to be the CEO."
He couldn't help but laugh. "We all know I'm not going to be CEO. You're going to run the company until you die."
"But the board needs a fresh face, which is why I was chosen to replace your brother so I choose you. But make no mistake, the company is run by me."
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(At His Twin Brother's Ezra Gomez Funeral)
Water dripped from his face, and he bowed his head in silence. The cold air combined with the rain only made the day more painful. He stared at the coffin in front of him, wishing his twin was standing beside him instead of lying in a wooden box.
This is not right for several reasons. Not only because his life was cut short, he is too young with many dreams, but because it put him in his shoes - taking over the family business.
Even standing in his expensive suit and stiff wool coat,
he felt trapped in a cage. He never likes to dress up. Tried on by a tailor with a bold smile for the public to see, that is his twin brother. He prefers a quiet life, working with his hands and getting sweaty and dirty.And now, the stifling stench of wealth seeps into his pores, making him want to escape what he was about to face. However, there is no way to escape it. Only in death, as his twin proved.
My father stood stoically beside his secretary, holding an umbrella for both of them. He dared not show a trace of sadness. He was as callous as ever, and the only thing he cared about was his public appearances. And he never showed weakness.The cemetery was packed with his father's business associates and a few friends that Ezra called himself. But when he glanced at them and noticed how they looked at their watches, he wondered if anyone was actually Ezra's friend, or if they were just interested in his connections.The service was over and his father walked back to the limo that was idling for them. Forbid the vehicle was too cold when they got in the car. As they left the stately place, he followed his father, staring out the window. Her mother was bedridden for years now, and the only machine was giving life to her, So he is angry with his father because of the condition of his mother, he even made a mistress. Even back when her mother was fine, it was obvious that Lorelei and
He was suffocated by his situation. For weeks, he had been walking into the office he despise and looking at his father. Everything from his swagger to the fake smile on his face pissed him off. He hates the way he treats his employees and his flirting with Lorelei in the office. He didn't even care that he did it in front of his son.Storm followed his dad into his office, closed the door, and took the seat opposite him. He stared out the floor-to-ceiling and at the windows and glass walls, dreaming of the life he had been planning before everything fell apart. He wants a house in a secluded place that he can fix the way he wants with his own hands. He knows about woodwork a lot. He wanted to make a furniture shop made of wood.He wanted to celebrate the holidays with his future wife instead of stepping into his parents' house. Their elaborate holiday parties are enough to take his breath away. But the idea of staying away from them and living the way he always wanted is now a dist
How could he have a son and then divorce them in order to get rid of his family to pursue his own dream? None of this will be pleasant, but if he marries that Mendez brat, he intends to do his best. "Give me the contract. I want to read it through first.""Of course," his dad said, with a twinkle in his eyes, he knew he had won. "If I had heard from you in 3 months, I would have withdrawn from the contract. I don't care what happens to your company. Do you see what I mean?" Storm makes sure.He nodded. "I'll make sure to put the exact date in the contract. But if you come back a day later, I'll have my own rules."(1 year later)She really needs some erotic wallpaper or pictures on the ceiling and walls. She probably needs some motivation or something. For the next 5 minutes, Aira Mendez stares at the same spot while her husband fucks her. There was no way she could call what they did once a week, lovemaking, or even enjoy the sex. She doesn't like Storm or just limits herself to lik
Looking up, she saw him standing beside her. "No." He gritted his teeth and nodded, ready to walk away from her. Before she could go back to her magazine, he turned to face her."See you next time." "Alright." He was very strange. Storm never made sure to be back, nor did he ask if she wanted to talk or about what she wanted. "Do you need to talk to me?" she asked. He tensed up, hesitating. "Nothing.""Oh okay."She looked down at the magazine and wasn't surprised to hear his distant footsteps. She walked to the window and watched him make his way to the garage. What's up with him? She waited until she was sure he was gone before finishing her coffee and locking the house.She closes her eyes.A sad sigh left her mouth hearing the sound of his car starting. With the size of the house, she could only ask herself why it was so hard to breathe now that Storm had left.Suffocating!Storm drops his phone and dashes across his office, staring out the glass walls. It had been a week sinc
"With all due respect, I've been dealing with calls from her critics, directors, and the media. They want your response."Storm paused. "What? Why wasn't I informed about this?""I try to tell you, but if you say anything to do with the media or your wife, I have to deal with it. I tell them you're busy like I always do." Viane walked over and was about to say something, but stopped."What's this?" "Haven't you seen any of her audition videos or pieces?" "No. I didn't even know the heal she could act and model!" He was on the point of throwing a tantrum, pissed off. His wife had a completely different life, and he knew nothing about it. Viane goes to the laptop and Storm slumps into a chair. Before him, Viane loaded a web page and hit play."Believe me, this movie is worth seeing. Lots of life lessons and entertainment."For the next 15 minutes, he listened to his wife talk to her audience and show a passion he never showed for him. Her eyes were shining, and there was an energy and
It took her audience a long time to discover who she was, a gradual process until she hit the news. The wife of a billionaire heir is an actress. She expected Storm to contact her, but he did nothing. With the way he was around her, she suspected he didn't even know what she was doing.Ken kept moaning and groaning as he praised her performance. Leaning on the sofa, she smiled. Kendrick is her best friend and a next-door neighbor. There are two large apartments in the building, and Ken is now a big-name model and actor. Out of the blue, they strike up a friendship that is also bonded by his having the world's biggest crush on her cousin Shamia.Of course, Shamia isn't in love with the model and doesn't believe Ken wants anything from her. But who knows?He took another piece of cake she had baked. "Are you going to put this on your channel?" "Yeah, I was thinking, besides acting I'll be vlogging too. What do you think?""I don't know. This cake is deliciously made. Tell ladies to giv
Storm couldn't believe how little he knew about his wife. Aira's cheeks turned bright red, and she cut him a large piece of cake without saying a word. He saw Shamia parked outside the building and walked right up to her. "Did you find her?" Shamia asked. "Take me to her apartment, Sham. I'm not in the mood for games.""I'm not in the mood to help you hurt my best friend." "I'm not going to hurt her. I need to talk to her."As he walked into the house, he heard moans and groans, all the signs he'd never heard from Aira's mouth. Jealousy touched him deeply. No man is allowed to touch what belongs to him, and Aira is his woman. He would be damned mad at the thought of another person touching her. He wants her all his.Taking a slice of sinful cake, he took a bite, not knowing what to expect. The moment the fluffy cake hits the tongue, it's like an explosion of flavors. As he took another slice, his mouth watered and he just couldn't help it. He needs more."Wow, you did this?" he ask
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. Not you at all. Before we got married, I went and had implants." She shows the inside of her left arm. "I had it implanted before I got married.""You should marry Ezra, not me. So, you don't want to have kids with him? But why not have your implants removed after marrying me?""I was about to tell you, but you seemed determined not to talk to me about anything. You're always so busy you never want to really talk. I don't think it will last this long. A year is a long time to fall into some sort of rut, and I think you'll find your release elsewhere - "Somewhere else?""Yes, women you dated. I have seen your pictures in newspapers and magazines. I think you've found what you're really looking for.""I'm not looking for anything."Storm, you are a handsome man. I know I'm not the kind of woman for you."He doesn't like that. "What the hell does this mean?" he asked, angry that she would belittle herself like that. "You're a handsome and popular guy, Storm. I'm
Clara clear all doubts and misunderstandings!"Where are you going?" Jacob asked big-sister Clara."This is just an in-flight visit to clear up misunderstandings. I will come back to see Castiglio next time. By the way, Mira—"Mira raised her head nervously. Clara laughed again. "Your brother managed to convince his mother not to sell the family painting with the house. I'm glad to see them hanging where they belong."***"Clara can run in circles," Mira muttered as the limousine disappeared from view. "She was mopping the floors with us." Still in shock, she started back indoors. Then it dawned on her: Clara knew everything. There's no need to pretend anymore, and there's no need to wait for a divorce any longer. Suddenly, Mira's lower limbs struggled limply through the swamp like toothpicks. Clara removes the artificial boundaries formed by their relationship. They are running out of time. "How can you tell her our marriage is fake?" Jacob angrily condemned. "Do you really thin
Mira took a step back, frustrated by the bodyguard's barely concealed hostility. He hesitated, apparently determined not to insult Jacob for his assistance during her stay. From the door, she glanced back."Things are not what you think." She said helplessly. "I shouldn't be thinking about anything, Mrs. Delrama." But there was accusation about him, his usual quiet friendliness chilled by what she believed to be a fiercely defensive loyalty to Jacob.It's only when Jacob is in this situation that he realizes that Jacob is too damn manly and proud to want her around him, which prompts Mira to go back to her room. She lay in bed and watched the dawn break. He was really upset, he must have been drunk. Mira tried very hard to understand. Hadn't she herself betrayed Dimitri's trust in the same way? She agreed to marry Jacob only under duress,If she had known what their fate would be in the morning after the ceremony, she would have run a thousand miles. Jacob wasn't trying to disinher
"I don't hate anyone." But Mira is still ashamed because she remembers her resentment against his legal family reaching explosive proportions before her brother's death, only that was when she met Jacob and Clara and before she let herself face reality."Dimitri doesn't love anyone," she pointed out sternly. "He never stopped loving Clara. Even if he knew about me, I think Clara knows this and that's why she never gives him a choice." "You didn't give me a choice either," Jacob reprimanded bitterly. "You let me continue to think that you slept with Dimitri. Even though you know this belief breaks my heart, you keep me believing it!""I keep telling you we're not lovers, but I know it's pointless! The only possible explanation for Dimitri's will is the one I've come up with." Jacob's eagle-like profile was frozen with suppressed emotion, and he gave her a sharp look."But I must admit that I cruelly and cynically misjudged Dimitri and did everything in my power to shirk the responsibi
But not just in the moment when she revels in the fact that he can't take his eyes off her. Mira was awakened by the thunderous slam of the door. She blinked confusedly in the light and stood up against the pillows, looking vaguely at Jacob, standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless except for a pair of faded skinny jeans hanging down over his thin hips. There was a gentle smile on her lips. He looks so magnificent, he always looks so magnificent,She could even forgive him for accidentally waking her out of a deep sleep for the first time in days. Vicious black eyes stared at her fiercely. Mira froze in amazement, her smile gone, her abdominal muscles tensing. Waves of seething tension emanated from Jacob. "What's wrong?" she asked in a low voice."I'm hungry. I got up to get something to eat and on the way down I started wondering what was so important about these documents that my lawyer felt the need to fly over and put them in my hands himself and if they were worth that much.
Raw triumph flashed in his glistening eyes. He ran slowly, looking for his fingers in the pouty mound he had bared for fun. As his thumb brushed the stiff pink bud approaching him, she gasped and stood up against him, every nerve ending in her body screaming in response. He pushed her to the ground with passionate kisses. She kissed him back with desperate urgency, everything she had suppressed for so long.Endless days suddenly betrayed her in a possessive storm. Her hands ran over his body, smoothing the warm golden skin that encased the whiplash muscles, and she let out a hungry moan of impatience. "You're always in a hurry—" Mira writhed and squirmed, on fire wanting him, without a semblance of self-control, not even remembering. Her fingers gripped his thick, silky black hair, and she moved her legs in an invitation to pain more blatantly than words.With a sharp groan, Jacob reached for her hips and pulled her under him. Then he hesitated. "I don't want to hurt you anymore."
"Change it." Mira pleaded sincerely, and hurriedly avoided him and walked towards the house. "I'm going to take a shower." "See you upstairs," Jacob said softly. She froze and then understood what he meant. He had to change, and although he slept in the bedroom opposite to her, half his clothes were in the closet in her room. Her head was still spinning. One kiss and she's gone without a trace, and Jacob can do anything to her! No wonder he was laughing!She was his and he knew it. A taxi was already waiting in the courtyard, and when Mira entered the hall, a maid was leading a man with a briefcase into the living room. The man stopped for a moment and almost looked at Mira in surprise. Then, just as suddenly, his piercing black eyes veiled nodded politely and disappeared from her view.Mira looked curiously at Klaud standing under the stairs. "Who's that?" "Mr. Delrama's lawyer." No doubt the man was staring at her because she looked horrible in her gardening attire it wasn't a
"I know what I'm doing, Sol." "How can you say that? There's no peace in Castiglio. We're all crawling around the house—no smiles, no laughs. That wonderful delicious food—He said if he didn't finish another meal, he'd leave!" "Jacob is very bad-tempered." "Having a wife who works all day in the garden, he has a reason. You're neglecting your husband." Not in her dream, she didn't."He thrives on neglect." Sol gritted her teeth disapprovingly, shook her head, and got up to leave. "You're as stubborn as he is." Mira regained her energy and continued weeding. If her brother looked down on her and Jacob now, she knew he would blame her too. But from the moment Jacob asserted that if she were related to Dimitri, he would feel obligated to maintain a married relationship with her, Mira decided not to try to use that as a basis to attract and keep him.After successfully seducing her into bed, Jacob candidly admits that his only interest in her is sex. If he knew she was Dimitri's sist
The powerful car stopped in the yard. Jacob turned off the engine and turned to look at her, black eyes as hard as jet in a vibrantly handsome face. "When you lose your temper with Sheldon, your mood can turn bad. He is your security blanket and I think you are old enough to live without him. Times have changed, don't try to tell me differently, baby. What you want now is me—"Forever, and always, she thought horrified, clutching at the depths of her own vulnerability. She wants so much more than she hopes to achieve. Jacob held up a strong hand and gently tucked a handful of colorful spirals between his fingers. He lifted her brooding face, subjecting her to the onslaught of his stern scrutinizing gaze. "I want you," he said with great succinctness. "So what's the problem? In my opinion, this is a simple and completely straightforward relationship."Mira held her breath, almost drowning in the evocative scent of him being so close, and a flurry of small reactions made her dizzy an
Sheldon makes a deliberate U-turn in the colored vehicle. "I've always promised myself to take a vacation. The moment you said you were in Castiglio, I saw the sun, water, and the sand and I realized where you had to be. From there, it was just a matter of studying the map." As he drove down the steep mountain road at the crawling speed of a fear of heights, holding the steering wheel painfully tightly, rounding each zigzag corner with ease,Mira thought about Jacob feverishly until she was dizzy with tension. Bang! He stole her peace and security. And what did he give her in return? A terrible sense of inadequacy and self-loathing, and an unreliable temper like an active volcano. "If you are threatened by Jacob, please yell." Just last night, he told her that she had a fight with him and wanted to arrest him! He's seen inside of her and understood something that she didn't understand herself, and it's horrific.She should have known she was in love with him the moment she found her