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
Jake's POVMy body ached from the awkward sleeping position. I turned slowly, careful not to wake the twins. I gently laid Jada's head on the soft pillow, untangling her tiny legs from my arm. Jadon, thankfully, wasn't sprawled on me anymore, but he'd fallen asleep curled against my chest.Sitting up, my neck protested in a symphony of pops and cracks. I looked around, disoriented, searching for my phone and the time.My gaze landed on Selena standing in the doorway, her eyes fixed on us. Our eyes met, but her expression remained unreadable, offering no hint of her thoughts or emotions.Standing up, I stretched, the room a mess of strewn wrapping paper, toys littering every available surface. Mrs. Dacosta must have left when we all drifted off to sleep."Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep," I apologized, walking towards Selena. Her beauty was striking, bordering on unreal. To my embarrassment, I still had trouble differentiating between Mrs. Dacosta and Gracie. I hoped they hadn't no
Selena's POVA knock on my office door interrupted my work. My assistant entered, a wide smile on her face as she deposited a banquet of roses on my desk."Delivery for you," she announced before leaving me to my floral surprise.Picking up the attached card, I discovered the sender wasn't Diego, but Jake. Confusion clouded my mind. Why was he sending me flowers again?I relegated the flowers to a corner of my desk, attempting to refocus on work. Yet, my thoughts kept drifting back to the events at the house. Could Jake have genuinely mistaken my mother for Gracie? The whole situation defied logic. Though somewhat similar, the two women were far from identical. Agitated, I paced my office. Now I understood why Jake stressed memorizing everyone's names – it hadn't seemed so strange at the time. I shook my head in disbelief. It couldn't be true.Throughout the afternoon, the perplexing mix-up continued to nag at me. By the time I finished my work, it was late. Having dismissed my assis
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