Rose's POVWas it true? All those rumors, the news articles about Jake? And the latest one I saw—he must have felt so humiliated. What was actually going on?I've been trying to reach Jake for months now, but I couldn’t; he doesn't care about me because he should have at least tried to talk to me. I need to know for sure if all the stories about him are true.Who can I reach out to? His mother or sister? Kelvin... I brought out my cell phone and dialed his number. He picked up on the second ring."Rose?""Hello, Kelvin." It’s been a long time since we spoke to each other. I had been on a trip for some weeks away from town and hadn’t kept in touch with Kelvin at all.He must think I am terrible for ignoring him the way I did, though he has always been a great help to me."It’s been a while since I heard from you.""Yes, I was out of town.""Can we catch up? I'll meet you at the bar," he suggested.That was perfect. "Alright then, see you there." We ended the call, and I wore my coat an
Selena's POVI caught the last bit of Jake's conversation with his mother and just couldn't pretend I hadn't eavesdropped on his phone call. I almost had sex with Jake Marino again!What was wrong with me? I scolded myself a lot when Jake finally left me alone in the kitchen. It was awkward having him there; who knows what we would have ended up discussing if the housekeeper hadn't knocked when she did.I won't pretend to myself that I didn't enjoy that bit of romance. It’s been a long time since I gave myself up to a guy like that. Not even Diego, who was still waiting for me to be free with him until the day we divorced.Was I starving for intimacy? Was that why I almost lost control? I shook my head in regret and pity for myself. So, back to Jake's conversation—I thought his father was dead!Did his mother remarry? I don’t think so because that wasn't in the news. So it must be his biological father. When he ended his call, I asked him in surprise, "Your dad is alive?"He looked up
Jake's POVI stayed in my room, even though all I wanted was to seduce Selena until she gave in. But I was giving her the chance to choose. I wouldn't force her. She seemed like she wanted to be with me, so I decided to wait for her to make the first move.I fell asleep eventually, but woke with a start at the sound of someone talking. Shirtless, I walked to the living room. The light was still on, and Selena sat in front of her laptop, engrossed in a conversation.From her words, I gathered she was talking to her mother. I stayed hidden, listening intently. Selena sounded worried about the kids."They really didn't cry today?" Mrs. Dacosta's voice filtered through the speaker."I miss them so much, Mom," Selena replied, her voice heavy with sadness."If you're this worried," I thought, "why are you even here?""I know, but how is Jake?" she continued. "We saw the news.""He's holding up well," Mrs. Dacosta reassured her. "He's strong, not one to break down easily.""Of course," Selen
Selena's POVIt would be so nice to wake up like this each day. I looked up at Jake. He was smiling, waiting for me to say something. His face held a calculating look. Does he think I'll regret what we did? Far from it."Good morning," I said, pulling him closer. Then, I covered my mouth and pulled away. "I hate my morning breath!" I rolled out of bed, grabbing the blanket and revealing my nakedness.I wrapped the bulky blanket around myself and trudged to the bathroom, sighing as I realized my toiletries weren't there. I sat down on the sink.A knock on the door startled me. It opened to reveal Jake, holding my toothbrush. "Thanks," I mumbled, taking it from him.I expected him to leave, but he walked in, clad only in his briefs. He grabbed his toothbrush, added toothpaste, and held his hand out to me. Without a second thought, he helped me add some paste to my brush. He started brushing his teeth nonchalantly.He was so comfortable, like we'd been doing this for years. I stood up an
Jake's POVMy mother wasn't picking up her calls. When I reached the house, I instructed the security not to announce my arrival. I spotted some reporters lurking around, but thankfully, they didn't recognize me."Do they think I'm stupid for driving my own car home?" I muttered under my breath.The company grounds were clear of reporters, so I parked my car there and hurried inside, calling for my mother. Had she gone to the hospital without me?A quick scan of the living room revealed a hunched figure in a chair. "Mom?" I called out, approaching cautiously. It was her, the familiar scent of her perfume confirming it. She looked utterly defeated, dark circles hanging beneath her eyes."Jake? Is that you?" she asked, scrambling upright as I knelt beside her. She cupped my face, examining me intently."How'd you know it was me?" she inquired, surprised I could identify her.I sighed, placing a hand on her knee. "Your perfume," I replied simply.Tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh, Jake, I
Selena's POVTears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. I couldn't make out the details of the scene, but the wail of sirens signaled help was on the way."Help! Someone help him!" I cried out. Some reporters were still snapping pictures. Didn't they have a shred of human decency? I wanted to smash their cameras – another exclusive for them: the return of Jake Marino's long-lost wife."Jake! Mrs. Marino!" A frantic voice called. It was Jake's mother, her glare cutting straight through me."Here, he's hurt!" I shouted, pointing. One of the paramedics rushed over and began examining Jake. Another EMT joined them, bringing a stretcher. They carefully lifted Jake onto it and carried him towards the ambulance."Who is his guardian?" a paramedic asked."I'm his mother," Jake's mother declared.The paramedics looked at me questioningly. "I'm his wife," I said defiantly, my voice leaving no room for argument."Get in with him," one of them instructed. I jumped into the ambulance, clutch
Jake's POVAs Selena left the room, Nancy whipped her head towards me, disbelief etched on her face."What the hell was that?" she demanded, her voice laced with anger. "She just disappeared for years and now shows up out of the blue?""Come on, Nancy," I croaked, wincing slightly. "Just got out of surgery. Do you have to yell?"I knew my words wouldn't appease her, but I didn't owe her any explanation right now. All my energy needed to be focused on healing quickly."Let him get some rest," my mother finally interjected, reaching over to pat Nancy's back."But Mom!" Nancy whined. "It's Selena we're talking about!""I'm not deaf, Nancy," my mother said firmly. "Go home and pack a change of clothes for Jake.""No need, Selena will handle that," I interjected, earning a pair of icy glares. Nancy stood up, her jaw set in determination."I'll bring you some fresh clothes," she declared before storming out of the room. That was definitely the quickest way to get her to leave.With the door
Selena's POVI had been avoiding my mother's calls, and even my aunt had called me several times. My mother must have seen the news, but what about my aunt? I had instructed that the culprit be taken to the station since he had confessed to who sent him.Diego—I was thankful to have been tipped off about his plan to eliminate Jake just in time. What could have happened if the assassin had aimed correctly?The thought still gave me chills. My work here was finished. I told the special forces to continue protecting my family, Jake, and me until everything was settled. I was waiting to see what punishment would be meted out to Diego for this international crime.Exhausted, I drove back to the hospital, carrying the ordered food. I noticed the guards lingering around the ward hallway and was glad my money was well-spent. I opened the door and walked in. The Marinos were seated around Jake, who was awake and sitting up in bed.“Selena,” Jake called out as he saw me approach.I waved, place
Epilogue || Selena's POVI thought I'd be able to sleep in today, given that yesterday was as hectic as it gets with the kids' birthday party. It was a fun-filled and fantastic day; the kids were showered with gifts from every direction.They even received some gifts they won't be able to use until they're maybe 19 years old. Their aunt Nancy went overboard with the planning and every other detail of the day.It turns out the kids don’t just have one godfather, but two—Austin and Justin also blew the kids' minds.And their grandmas? Well, I'm at a loss for words about them. Even my aunt came with a gift; she gave each child a book titled “Italian for Beginners.” Wonderful, right?The kids completely ran out of energy yesterday, so I'm baffled as to how they're up this early.By mistake, we forgot to close the bedroom door last night. Before I could get out of bed to bolt it, the door swung open, and they bounded in. I pretended to still be asleep, hoping they would bypass me and go str
Selena's POVIt's been five months now, and looking back, I find it hard to forget everything that happened after my wedding.Glancing down at my wedding ring, I kissed the tiny diamond that always reminded me of Jake. With a smile, I looked at the calendar on my desk—his return was just around the corner.I had moved the company headquarters to Italy, and surprisingly, my mother had agreed to relocate as well. She bought a new house that could accommodate 20 people, claiming she was tired of living small.She decided to keep our house in New York as is, suggesting it could serve as a venue for family gatherings.Hillary stayed behind in New York; apart from taking care of her son, she had started seeing someone, which was exciting news for everyone.The whole family rejoiced when Mr. Marino finally woke up from his long unconscious state. He was recovering well, much to Mrs. Marino's joy.The kids were adored by everyone, especially by their Aunt Nancy. Everyone was doing well.Howev
Jake's POVI entered the house, searching for my family. Voices echoed from a nearby room where I heard Selena asking Nancy how they had managed to set up the nursery so quickly. “Dada!” a little voice called out. I turned to see Jada rushing toward me, her small form barely visible beneath the layers of her adorable outfit. Bending down, I scooped her into a tight hug as she began chattering nonstop, sharing everything she thought I needed to know.Holding her close, she peppered me with kisses.“Hey,” Selena greeted with a wave.“Welcome, Sophia,” I said, placing a kiss on Selena’s forehead. She seemed eager to hear about my meeting at the station.Later that day, we gathered for dinner. The kids sat on Selena’s and my laps, stubbornly refusing their high chairs. My mother had certainly gone all out with the meal.It was heartwarming to see both families getting along well. As the evening wound down, the kids began to warm up to my mom and Nancy, who tempted them with an array of
Selena's POVA stroll on the beach and a picnic with the one I love—that was the plan after crafting a new one this morning. But here I am, driving to the airport.Mom always has her own way of doing things. I knew I hadn't been entirely open about what was happening here, but I never expected her to bring the whole family down.They even took the company jet. She must not know how to manage boarding four people. Shaking my head, I turned into the private sector of the airport.I called my mother for their location, and she directed me. The first thing I heard were the excited voices shouting, "Mama!""Mama!" Jadon ran toward me, his focus unswayed by the crowd.I dropped to my knees with open arms to welcome my beloved son. His small body fit perfectly against mine, his baby scent warming my heart. I buried my face in his soft hair, showering him with kisses.He seemed taller. Pulling back, I kissed his face. "My sweet boy, how I've missed you.""Mama, I miss you," Jadon said.I hugg
Jeff's POVThe fury within me was seething; I felt an overwhelming urge to lash out at something, or better yet, someone—specifically, the person right in front of me.I might have managed a clean getaway if Kelvin hadn't botched things by getting caught. Perhaps if I'd demanded the money sooner, I would have gained a crucial head start in my escape plan. It was Kelvin’s blunder that had left me trapped in this forsaken country.If only I had expedited my fake passport, I might have made a successful escape by sea, but the relentless police were already on my trail. They had effectively banned me from leaving the country, but I was aware of other, illicit means of escape.I refused to let anyone revel in seeing me rot in jail. And why on earth was Jake Marino here? My only recourse was to taunt him with everything I had managed right under his nose.“How did my father cause the death of your father?” Jake inquired.He seemed genuinely clueless about the connection to my father, but th
Jake's POVWe had planned to spend the day just to ourselves, and I was thrilled with the idea. Selena walked around the house, filling the picnic basket she found in the kitchen. Eventually, we found ourselves in the bedroom, Selena rifling through her packed bag in search of something suitable to wear.Although it wasn't particularly sunny outside, we were eager to enjoy the day together, hoping for a bit of sunshine as we forecast while we were at the beach.Just then, her phone began to ring. I hoped it wouldn't be a call that might dampen our spirits. She dived into her pile of clothes, searching for the phone, and resurfaced with a frown. "It's my mom," she said, her tone a mix of resignation and concern. I knew how deeply she missed the kids, avoiding calls to stave off their tears and pleas for her return.I felt a pang of guilt, aware that my needs had kept her away. My own phone started ringing, and I glanced at the caller ID before showing it to her. She sighed and gestured
Selena's POVThe morning light flooded the room when I opened my eyes, a reminder that we'd left the windows open again. I yawned and stretched, feeling the protest of my bones. The hard night at the station hadn't done me any favors. Feeling the empty space beside me, I realized Jake wasn't there. I missed waking up in his arms, but lately, our mornings had shifted; either he rose before me or vice versa.When would we find the peace we so desperately sought? As I lay there, my mind wandered back to the phone call from last night. I hadn't caught any of the conversation, only the ringing that had pierced the late silence.Was it something important? I got out of bed, went through my morning routine in the bathroom, and dressed for the day, hoping it wouldn't be spent at the police station.With Kelvin in custody, the assassin apprehended, and Diego held by New York police pending cooperation with the investigation, the immediate threats seemed contained. He would be released after th
Jake's POVI still find it hard to believe Kelvin could do such a thing to his own family. He had embezzled a significant amount of money from the company and had been deceitful in his dealings.He had several accounts, estates, and properties in his name, yet he still craved more. Wasn't he satisfied with what he had already taken?The detectives were on the hunt for someone named Mr. K, who had been collaborating with Kelvin. Since Kelvin denied any involvement with the attacks on me and the kidnapping on my wedding day, they believed there was another conspirator out there. I hoped that with Mr. K's capture, the chain of attackers would end.Looking over at the bench, I saw Selena asleep in an awkward position. I wished we could wrap up here and leave so she could get some proper rest. She had been tirelessly working the phones, to the point where her phone had run out of battery.We hadn't been able to speak to the kids, and it was clearly affecting her mood."Who do you suspect m
Kelvin's POVIn my office, I mulled over the unsettling shift in public sentiment that had started favoring Jake. Oddly enough, I had uncovered that Selena was no ordinary person; she was from a wealthy family. Yet, when I sought more information, I found no news articles about her—only a brief mention that she had two children and had once been married to someone named Diego Lorenzo.This Diego was the same individual who had contacted me months ago, offering information to undermine Jake when Mr. K mysteriously vanished.Clearly, something was amiss, and my instincts told me it wasn't good. I was about to stand up when my phone rang with a call from an unknown number.I answered, and Mr. K's voice came through. "Hello, I have something you desperately need," he said, his timing uncanny."Will it finish my brother?" I asked."Yes, but before that, you need to transfer €500 billion euros to the account I will send you.""What?" I exclaimed, incredulous. "For what information?" I deman