Meanwhile, Claire hurriedly rushed down from the rooftop, crying as she searched for help. “H-help, my son,” Claire said weakly, clutching the painful part of her stomach. “H-Help Zayne!” She screamed again, and moments later, she was startled when someone came running toward her. “Venice! Venice!” Zekiel shouted as he immediately embraced the woman. “Z-Zekiel, it’s Zayne,” she whispered tearfully. “Venice, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please forgive me. I didn’t mean to shout at you—please forgive me,” Zekiel pleaded with her. Ever since Claire left the meeting room, he had intended to follow her, but he couldn’t leave because of the meeting. --- “Venice!” Zekiel stood up to follow the young woman, but he froze when Camille spoke. “Where are you going, Kiel? The meeting isn’t over yet!” Camille shouted, and others nodded in agreement. “She’s right, Mr. Gray. Who even is that woman? She’s just disrupting this meeting! She could put the company at risk!” Camille’s father
Claire woke up from hunger and was greeted by the white ceiling. “Venice? Venice, you’re awake!” Claire turned to the voice and saw Zekiel beside her, a smile on his lips. “W-water,” she managed to say weakly, and the man immediately obliged, handing her a glass. “How are you feeling? I was so worried about you and our baby,” Claire paused mid-sip as she remembered her child—especially since her stomach had been hurting before she lost consciousness. “How’s my baby?! Is she okay?!” she asked, her voice trembling with tears. “Calm down, stress isn’t good for you. The baby’s fine, but the doctor said what happened earlier must never happen again, or she might not make it next time.” Claire breathed a sigh of relief at his words—until she remembered Zayne. “Zayne,” she murmured softly, but Zekiel heard her. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. Look, there he is,” Zekiel pointed to Zayne, who was sitting on the sofa wearing his headphones. Claire couldn’t shake off her confusion—how
“I thought what you were watching was sad, so why are you blushing?” Claire froze at Zekiel’s words and quickly took another spoonful of ice cream, but she was startled when Zekiel suddenly grabbed her hand and ate the spoonful meant for her. “Hmm… It is delicious,” Zekiel said with a grin, expecting her to get annoyed, but instead, she burst into tears. “M-My ice cream!” Zekiel panicked at her reaction. “I-It was just one spoon, why are you acting like it’s your whole life?!” he tried to calm her down, but Claire only cried harder. “You stole my ice cream! That was mine!” Zekiel immediately hugged Claire, making her stop because she could smell his cologne—and she loved it. “Stop it! I’ll buy you tons of ice cream, just don’t cry,” Zekiel coaxed, making Claire look up at him. “Really?” “Really, really! So stop crying, okay?” “Okay! I’m easy to talk to!” Claire said, wrapping her arms around Zekiel’s waist and sniffing him. “Ah, Venice, I haven’t even changed yet
CLAIRE “HEY Venice, wake up,” I was startled when someone called my name. I had fallen asleep early last night because I was so exhausted. I opened my eyes and saw Zekiel, but it was still dark around us—did that mean it was still night? “S-Sir, did you just get back?” I asked, yawning right after. “No, I got back last night. It’s almost dawn now. We have somewhere to go, so I’m waking you up early.” Hearing that, I just rolled over—I didn’t want to go. “You guys go ahead, I’ll just sleep here.” “What? No way. Zayne’s coming with us.” That made me pause. If my son was going, that meant I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway. “No, it’s fine. I’ll stay here. There are plenty of guards anyway. Go ahead, be careful.” I waved at him while facing away, hugging my pillow again. “Kyah!” But I yelped when I was suddenly lifted from the bed—Zekiel was carrying me. “Zekiel, what the—?! I was still sleeping!” I snapped at him, gripping his neck tightly because I suddenly felt nervous. “So
“Why are we really here?” I said, crossing my arms as I sat on a single sofa while the father and son were on the longer couch. “For vacation,” Zekiel replied simply, making me raise an eyebrow. “Vacation? What about your work?” “Hero can handle it for now.” My eyebrow rose even higher at that. “Poor guy, you just dumped all your work on him.” “Tita-Mommy, don’t you want to spend time with us?” I blinked at what my son said. It was unusual—lately, he’d been noticing me more and actually talking to me, unlike in the past few days. “Of course I do, but—“ “No more ‘buts.’ We’re already here, so let’s just enjoy ourselves,” Zekiel said with a smile, making me frown. “I’m always sleepy. How am I supposed to enjoy anything?” His smile faded at my words. “This is your fault! You got me pregnant, and now I can’t even move properly!” My voice cracked, on the verge of tears. He immediately stood up, took my hand, and pulled me toward the couch, making me sit between them. “D
Claire stood frozen in place, unable to move, speak, or even breathe properly after what she had just discovered. It felt like a nightmare—one she never wanted to happen in real life. “Hey! Say something, Venice—or should I say, Claire Sanchez?” Camille smirked, making Claire instinctively step back. “H-How did you know?” Claire stammered, her voice shaky as if she couldn’t catch her breath. Her hands trembled, and cold sweat trickled down her skin. “How? You think I’m stupid enough to tell you? I know you, Venice, so stop pretending!” Camille snapped, making Claire flinch. A flood of questions raced through her mind, but fear overpowered them all. What if Zekiel found out? What if Zayne knew? What would they say? Worse—what if they got angry and left her? Over the past few days, Claire had grown closer to Zekiel, especially since they often sat together at night, talking before sleep. He was the one who comforted her during her pregnancy mood swings and even went out of his
(FLASHBACK) The father and son woke up to find Claire missing from the bed. Zekiel was about to rush out to look for her when Zayne spoke up, stopping him in his tracks. “Daddy, Tita-Mommy went for a walk!” They saw the sticky note she had left on the table, and Zekiel nodded in understanding. “Oh, I see. Let’s just leave her be for now. This is the first time she’s gone out alone, and I know she’s safe here in the resort.” Zayne nodded at his father’s words, and they began fixing the bed—until Zayne suddenly thought of Zoey. “Daddy… is there any chance that—I mean, if another child were to become part of our family, would that be okay with you? Especially if it’s a girl?” Zekiel paused in arranging the sheets and looked at his son. Zayne’s heart pounded at his father’s reaction, especially since he was just staring silently. “What do you mean?—Oh! You’re talking about Venice’s daughter. Of course, I’d be more than okay with that. Remember, Zayne, family isn’t just abo
“So we thought you’d be happy once you see your child, so we’re leaving right now!” Claire’s eyes widened at what Zekiel said. “Right now?!” “Uh, yeah? I only have five days of vacation, my life—I’m sorry, but we’re running out of time,” Zekiel said, scratching the back of his neck while Claire fell into thought. If they went to Paris, they could avoid Camille, and she could find a way to delay the meeting between father and son. The thought lifted her spirits. “Okay! Let’s go!” she said cheerfully, making the father and son cheer in agreement as they packed their things. Once they were done, they immediately left, with Zekiel driving them to the airport. Claire felt nervous as they exited the hotel room—there was a chance Camille and Zekiel might cross paths—but she was immensely relieved when it didn’t happen. When they arrived at the airport, she was surprised to learn they’d be using Zekiel’s private plane. She had forgotten that the man was wealthy enough to own one
Zekiel had already decided to quit his job and go home to finally see his family—the family that gave him strength. As he was leaving the office, he grabbed his cellphone to inform Hero, but he froze when a flood of notifications came in one after another. His eyes widened as he read the last message: “Kiel, Claire still hasn’t come home! She’s been at the mall since this morning!” He was startled when the door suddenly swung open, revealing a worried Hero. “Claire is missing!” Without hesitation, Zekiel rushed out, with Hero following closely behind. They quickly got into the car, and while Hero drove, Zekiel immediately called Dylan. “Mansion ASAP, Claire is missing.” He hung up and called his other connections who might help track down his girlfriend’s location. “I was shocked when I read Quinn’s text. I was busy with work, so I didn’t find out right away,” Hero said seriously as he focused on driving. “I know. We need to find Claire now.” At that moment, Zekiel was
CLAIRE We’re currently riding in a large van, and I’m the only one sitting right in the middle while the others are in front and behind me. The fear I feel is overwhelming—not for myself, but for my children. If only we could fly straight to where the twins are, I’d do it just to be with them. I glanced around. The road we were taking was unfamiliar to me, and I had no idea where my American enemy was lurking. Zekiel! I’m sure he’ll worry once he finds out I haven’t returned yet. I need to text him. I leaned back in my seat and subtly observed my companions. All of them were silent, paying no attention to me. My cell phone was in the right pocket of my dress—all I needed was the right timing to take it out and send a message. A cold sweat broke out on my skin because I couldn’t afford to get caught. If they found out, they might drag Zekiel into this, and I don’t want to make things worse. I thought of a plan, so I slowly lay down and noticed them staring at me because of
“I saw that car on a CCTV. I tried to follow its route through other cameras, but strangely, the footage was gone.” Zekiel stared intently at the license plate number—it looked familiar, and he wasn’t mistaken. A moment later, he remembered it was the same one he and Claire had seen before. Just like then, only one camera had captured footage of that car. “Days ago, when Zoey was operated on, she wasn’t actually attacked at that time. Someone tried to kill her.” The other two widened their eyes in disbelief, staring at Zekiel. “Seriously?!” Dylan asked in shock, prompting Zekiel to nod. “The doctor told us everything—someone has been watching our daughter. So Claire and I decided to set a plan to catch the culprit.” “Wait, what plan? You and Claire?” Hero asked, confused. “Yes. We just finalized it earlier, and it turns out the car we found matches the one you saw.” Zekiel pulled out a printed copy of a black car. “That’s it! That’s the same car!” Hero exclaimed, makin
When Claire left, Zekiel went straight to the bed and saw the twins hugging each other. He approached them and gently stroked their hair. “Daddy won’t let anything happen to the both of you,” he whispered softly to the twins. “I’ll make sure whoever’s after your lives pays for it,” Zekiel said before standing up abruptly, grabbing his phone, and dialing a number. “Hide out within twenty minutes,” he ordered before ending the call and heading straight to their hideout. Meanwhile, Hero was knocked to the ground after being punched by a man waiting for him outside his office. After finishing his work, he had gotten into his car, only to realize another car was tailing him. He tried to shake them off but was cornered, leaving him no choice but to surrender. “Y-You won’t get me with just your punches!” Hero shouted back at the man, who only smirked in response. Two more men appeared, pointing guns at him. “Well, you’ll give in to this,” the man said, pulling out a gun from his
”We need first, to hack their CCTV cameras,” Zekiel said seriously as he typed on a computer, while Claire watched the footage appearing on the large screen above. She silently observed what the man was doing, and a heavy silence enveloped their surroundings. Claire kept her eyes fixed on the screen, studying how he was doing it. “Gotcha!” Suddenly, multiple CCTV footage from the hospital appeared. “Then what’s next?” Claire asked. “To review—we need to watch the footage from the time our child was in the hospital,” Claire let Zekiel continue checking the CCTV while she stared intently at the large screen, determined to spot the culprit. But contrary to Zekiel’s expectations, they found nothing. “Sht!” Zekiel cursed in frustration, slamming his fist on the table in disappointment. He needed to think of another way to find even the smallest clue. “Let me,” Zekiel glanced at Claire as she spoke, now standing beside him. “What?” he asked, surprised. “I’ll try,” Zekiel f
They were already on their way home because after that encounter, they didn’t stay much longer, especially since the weather was getting hotter. They only had lunch at a restaurant, and now the twins were asleep in the back of the car. While on the road, Camille suddenly crossed Claire’s mind. “Zekiel, where is Camille, by the way?” Zekiel glanced at her briefly, his brow furrowing because she had brought it up so suddenly. “That girl? According to Hero, she’s in jail.” “Jail? Why? Is she locked up permanently?” Zekiel’s frown deepened at her question. “What do you mean ‘why’? Of course, she deserves to be there! She almost got you all in danger because of her, and I won’t let that slide.” Zekiel’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, while Claire fell silent, lost in thought. ’In danger…’ she whispered in her mind before her eyes suddenly widened. “Do you think Camille was the one who did that to Zoey?!” Zekiel looked at her briefly. “Impossible, my life. She had jus
“Z-Zekiel, fine. I’ll introduce you to Mama, and we’ll visit her grave. But I have one question,” Claire said nervously. She didn’t want to reject him—it would hurt him, even though she did want what he was offering. It just wasn’t the right time. “Go on,” Zekiel replied quickly, making Claire sigh. “The kids, Zekiel. We can’t just forget what happened to Zoey. What are we going to do about it?” Zekiel fell silent, then immediately felt anger rise within him. In the brief moment of happiness with his family, he had forgotten about the person who had tried to kill his child. “I’ll find him,” Zekiel said firmly. “I’ll go with you, Zekiel.” He turned to her, his expression softening. “No. I won’t let you put yourself in danger, Claire—especially not while you’re pregnant.” “Who said anything about fighting? I’ll just help you plan and search.” Zekiel was taken aback—how did she know they were going to fight? “How did you know we’d be fighting?” “Huh? O-Oh—“ Claire flinc
“Daddy, I’m so happy that we are complete now,” Zoey said with a smile as Zekiel adjusted the blanket for her, while Claire did the same on the other end. “Me too. We’ll never be separated again, okay?” “Your daddy is right. We won’t let anything tear us apart,” Claire said sweetly, making Zekiel glance at her and smile, which she returned. “Goodnight, Mommy and Daddy!” Zayne suddenly said, already lying down and yawning, making them laugh before they settled in as well. “Goodnight, twins,” Claire turned off the lampshade beside her and hugged Zayne, who snuggled into her. Her eyes met Zekiel’s from the other side of the bed, their children nestled between them. ‘I love you,’ Zekiel whispered into the air, and the woman understood, replying softly. ‘I love you too.’ --- THE NEXT MORNING, Claire woke up early and saw that her family was still fast asleep. She quietly walked to the veranda and opened it to breathe in the fresh air. She closed her eyes, savoring the p
Everyone had dinner together after arriving at Zekiel’s house. The noise around them never stopped, especially because of the kids—Bea and Dylan’s child was there. “What’s your baby’s name again, Bea?” Quinn asked with a smile, holding the baby’s tiny hands. “His name is Fritz.” “What a beautiful name, baby boy! And you’re so cute!” Quinn cooed happily. “Do you want one like him?” Bea teased, grinning as Quinn nodded while playing with the baby. “Then tell your boyfriend that,” Bea added, making Quinn widen her eyes in shock as she stared at her friend. “How did you two even happen?! I was only gone for a few months, and now you and Kuya are together?!” Claire pretended to scold her friend, making Bea burst into laughter at her reaction. “W-wait! I had nothing to do with that—“ ”Oh, Claire! Quinn here loves me so much—she’s absolutely obsessed with me,” Quinn’s eyes nearly popped out when Timothy suddenly appeared. “You’re so shameless! You twisted the whole story!”