Jake's POVIt was Tuesday, and still no answer. My calls went unanswered, my letters ignored. The whole situation was infuriating. Here I was, with a company to run, wasting time waiting on someone to see me.I parked my car and entered the lobby early, hoping to catch her this time. Whether the guards were new faces or it was the same receptionist, I couldn't tell.She frowned in my direction but settled into her desk nonetheless. Just then, the glass door whooshed open and there she was: Selena. Looking like a million bucks in her tailored suit, she was deep in conversation with two bodyguards and a woman who must have been her assistant.As they approached, I stood up. The receptionist darted a look at a security guard, clearly intent on stopping me. But they were too slow."Selena!" I boomed.Everything screeched to a halt. Not a soul moved. The silence in the lobby was so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.All eyes turned towards me, and finally, our gazes locked.
Selena's POVMy heart lurched to a halt as the voice pierced the air. It was a voice I hadn't expected to hear, certainly not here, in the heart of New York City, not in this very building, not in the lobby.It was the voice that haunted my dreams, a phantom echo in my mind. The last time I'd heard it was on the news, an interview that played on repeat in my nightmares.What was he doing here? My frantic gaze swept the lobby until it landed on him. I stared, dumbfounded, barely registering the two bodyguards who materialized protectively around me.Jake Marino. He'd finally found me. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. Did he know about the kids? Was this about the divorce papers? Maybe he was here to confront me for the Italy fiasco.I'd planned to distance myself from the company to avoid exactly this scenario. But he was right about the security - they'd follow me anywhere, drawing unwanted attention. Here we were, face-to-face in my office, a battleground of shifting blame."Vanished
Jake's POVSelena was putting me off. After our first meeting, I had online meetings to attend and instructions to give my employees. I couldn't stay away for too long, so I needed to settle things before securing my leave.The problem was, Selena wasn't answering my calls. I resorted to texts, giving me time to dig into Diego, the supposed fiancé. The idea of them together bothered me. I still had the right to claim my wife, and that's exactly what I intended to do.There had to be a way to win her back. She loved me once, right? That love must still be buried somewhere, waiting to be rekindled. I couldn't lose the one constant face I recognized, not now, not ever. I needed her.And if I had her, the kids would follow. I was convinced they were mine. If not, she wouldn't have been so resistant to a DNA test.Picking up my phone, I dialed her number again. To my surprise, she answered. "Jake," she said, her voice devoid of warmth."We need to talk, face to face.""There's nothing left
Selena's POVAs I passed my phone to Jake, his gaze was glued to the video of the children playing. A genuine smile bloomed on his face, making a pang of disappointment shoot through me. All this time, I'd held onto this secret, and for what?The sheer joy on his face was unbelievable. Jake Marino, here in New York, sitting across from me? It still felt surreal. Hillary and Mom didn't know about him yet, and I desperately wanted to keep it that way, especially from the media. That's why I'd been so cautious about arranging these meetings."It must have been tough being pregnant alone," he said suddenly.My jaw hit the floor. Did he just say that? His voice was thick with emotion. My expression must have been a picture, because he tilted his head curiously."I'm sorry," he continued, further fueling my shock. "I wasn't there... to help you through it." Why now? Why did he suddenly regret not being there? It was far too late.Talking to Jake about my pregnancy was agonizing. I shifted u
Jake's POVI followed Selena into her home, the place where my kids were growing up. I hadn't expected to find her mother there, but her expression made it clear she wasn't thrilled with my presence.She wanted me out. Plain and simple. But nobody was throwing me out without seeing my kids. I had to meet them before leaving, and I would be back."Mrs. Dacosta," I began, "I'm deeply sorry for not being there. I had no idea Selena was pregnant. She never told me, I only found out from a friend."Selena shot me a glare for involving her mother, but I needed the woman's sympathy, not anger."You never told me he had no idea he was going to be a father?" Mrs. Dacosta turned to Selena, her voice laced with disappointment. "Are you aware of this, Hillary?"Selena's friend fidgeted. "She asked me not to say a word," Hillary confessed."Goodness gracious!" Selena's mother exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "But you," she focused back on me, "how come you didn't come looking for
Selena's POVAs Jake drove off, a car pulled in, and I immediately recognized it: Diego's. Why was he here? He stepped out of his car and approached me, pulling me into a hot kiss.Surprised, I gasped as he gained access to my mouth. I wasn't expecting this from him; he had always been so careful with me. One of his hands held my head in place, while the other rested on my back as he lavished attention on my lips. I tried to pull back, but it was difficult.Finally breaking from the kiss, he stared into my wide eyes. “Let’s get married,” he announced.“What?” I stepped out of his embrace, hugging myself. “Why all of a sudden?”“What are we waiting for? Nothing. I know Jake Marino just left here; he met the kids, didn’t he?” he asked, his tone accusatory.“Yes, he has a right to meet his kids,” I said.Diego’s nose flared, but he said nothing about that. “We will get married. There is nothing stopping us, is there?” he asked in a threatening voice. “A week from today.”“That… that is a
Diego's POVI was still boiling with anger when I left Selena that afternoon. To calm myself down, I went to the strip house with some old friends. The only thing that will help keep me sane was a few drinks. After my warning, that son of a bitch still went ahead to meet with Selena’s children. Soon they would be my stepchildren, and I plan on adopting them as my own as soon as we have the wedding. Jake Marino will have zero rights to the kids by the time I am done with him.“One more round,” my friend called, and our glasses were filled to the brim again. “So, what’s on your mind?” he asked me, leaning to my side so I could hear him over the noise from the dance floor.“Do I look troubled to you?”“ Isn't that obvious? Yes, you do.”“It is nothing,” I told him. I don’t go around talking to people about Selena.“If you say so, but you look like you can murder someone right now,” he chuckled.It was true, with my anger I can murder Jake Marino, but I have to calm down. Not before the
Selena's POVWhat on earth is going on? Why would Diego just demand I go dress fitting with him, today of all days? He knows how busy I am! I was dressed for work when his driver arrived at the house.I called him, but before I could even object, he ended the call. What am I going to do?Dejected, I walked back into the house. My mother turned to me, surprised I was still around. Jada was in her arms, and Jadon was at her feet, reaching up for her to pick him up.When he saw me, he toddled over. Sophia was out running errands, leaving Mom on babysitting duty. Thankfully, Gracie would be back from the mall soon to lend a hand."I thought you left already," Mom said."No," I shook my head.Suddenly, the doorbell – which rarely rang – chimed. My mother and I exchanged a surprised look. "Are you expecting someone?" she asked."No," I replied.I bent down to pick up Jadon and went to answer the door. There stood Jake, his arms full of wrapped boxes."What are you doing here?" I blurted out