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
Jake's POVThe next time I tried to see the kids, I was denied access at the gate. They told me they weren't around. Selena must be behind this. I can't just give up on her, not when she's on the verge of marrying someone else.It's true what they say: you never truly appreciate something until it's gone. I won't lose Selena like that. That's why I've been showering her with gifts and flowers, pouring all my love into the kids... only now I can't even reach them. She can't just shut me out of their lives like that! I am their father.I don't want to make a fool of myself again. The last time I called Mrs. DaCosta "Gracie," I nearly blew my cover. It's a miracle my secret is still safe with my history of blunders. I can't afford to mix them up again. My only option is to see Selena face-to-face.The security guards wouldn't even let me enter the building. Did they recognize me, or did Selena specifically tell them to keep me out? I called her phone repeatedly, but it went straight to v
Selena's POVWhile sorting through files on my desk for approval, I stumbled upon one labeled "Donation." Curiosity piqued, I opened it to learn more about the cause. "What am I donating to?" I wondered aloud.The file detailed a small center dedicated to people with prosopagnosia, a condition where individuals struggle to recognize faces. Apparently, it could arise from serious head injuries, a weakened brain, and manifested in various ways. Intrigued, I delved deeper into the illness online.Suddenly, my thoughts shifted to Jake. Could this be his problem? Maybe that's why he kept mixing up faces. But hold on... he always recognized me, even in a crowd. Perhaps I was an exception? Did that mean his condition wasn't severe? If he could recognize me, maybe there was treatment available.This must be the big secret he'd been hiding. Were his family members even aware?Lost in thought, I looked up as my assistant entered with another package. I was growing weary of Jake's games. If h
Diego's POVShe seemed lost in thought, not paying attention to me or responding to my questions. When we reached the restaurant parking lot, I had to tap her shoulder and call her name to get her attention.What troubled her? The kids were fine, the family was fine, work was smooth sailing. What could be weighing so heavily on her mind? Jake.That damn guy just wouldn't leave her alone. I'd been actively inserting myself into their interactions, fearing I might lose her if I wasn't careful. That's why I'd moved up the wedding date. In a week, we'd be married. No more interference."Why do you look so lost? Is it Jake?" I asked as she looked up at me with those innocent, troubled eyes."What?" she blinked repeatedly, trying to regain control of her expression."He's been hovering around you a lot lately. Is he causing trouble?""No," she said, shaking her head, but I saw the lie in her eyes."I think you're lying," I stated. "Anyway, let's go in."I stepped out of the car, unfazed by
Jake's POVUndecided, I muttered to myself, "What should I do? Should I even go to the DaCosta's house? I know I won't be welcomed, but..." The thought of the approaching wedding, just a day away, spurred me on. "At least I have to try and see her, the kids..."Reaching the gate, I was surprised. The security guards waved me through without a hitch. Was Selena being considerate today? Entering the mansion, I bumped into someone. Unsure who it was, I stayed silent. Thankfully, the person spoke."Will you just stand there?" Gracie's voice filled the air. "You can see the kids briefly. They miss you." She walked away, and I followed her to the playroom.The children spotted me and squealed, rushing into my arms for a hug."Hello, Mr. Jake!" Sophia greeted me from the play mat."Hello," I replied, setting Jadon down as he wriggled impatiently. He toddled over to his toys, grabbing one and returning to me."Play," Jadon demanded, holding out the toy."You better take off that fancy suit,"
Selena's POVIt was the D-day. The wedding song was about to begin, my cue to march in and meet my future husband. Only my family was present.As planned, I would be walking down the aisle alone. The few guests from my side included Mom, Gracie, Sophia and the twins, Hillary and her son Max, Mr. Luke and Mr. Abrahams, along with my assistant. My aunt had refused to participate in "such a union."I hadn't seen Jake for two days. The last time we interacted, he seemed distant, avoiding conversation with me while remaining playful with the kids. Was it because of the wedding? My behavior last time? How did he feel about me now? I was a different person than before. Could he see it? Did it matter to him? Or was he only concerned about the kids?Was securing heirs all his attention on them amounted to? It brought tears to my eyes when Jada called him "dada" one evening, and Jadon mimicked her. I watched as Jake wiped a tear away, pulling the twins into a hug that excluded me.For two days
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