Will she be secure away from her husband? Who wanted her dead?
“Fine. I had great moments with my old buddy Lambert. Thanks for taking care of the company while I was away.” "I guess, part of my job," he chuckled. "It's great to run this for a while, although it's not a cup of my tea barking at their shortcomings. To update you, Marla filed for divorce." Alexus was speechless for a moment at the unexpected update. "Why?" He asked as he managed to speak. "She wanted me to back her up by returning to work here. She said she doesn't need the big lump sum of cash you gave her for running the business while you were recuperating." "She can use it to fund her own business. She's good..." "Then why didn't you retain her?" "It's her ways of thinking I didn't like, conniving with Sandy and turning my secretary and admin to spy on me. So, I decided to clean up the termites here before I could continue running the business. How's Martin?" "He's working fine. I like working with him." "Yep. I'm glad that one was not corrupted by working with David.
"Yes, but I should get one as well..." "C'mon, Josh," interjected Timothy. His hand motioned the little boy to come to him. "Okay, Mommy," Joshua said as he approached the therapist. "Are you giving me a teddy bear?" Timothy put his arm around the boy's shoulder as they started to walk. "Stuffed toys are mostly for girls like your sister." "But what do I get? I did not receive anything..." "How about ice cream later?" Rafaella smiled but did not hear her son's answer. "I have no doubt my son has that jealous streak," she commented. "And somewhat possessive..." "That's normal with kids that age. Even if you deliver the twins by cesarean section, he will be considered the youngest of the two. He's the one who was very sensitive for the first two years as he gets sick quickly. Rafaella stared at the agent woman. "How did you know?" "Because I was mostly with you when I was your bodyguard." "Oh," she reacted in surprise. "I didn't know that..." "Gwen, you got a pho
Agents were skilled at producing props to mask the nature of their activity, the covert operation. She greatly respected their commitment to their effort to safeguard their subject and was in awe of their fearlessness.She continued to think about the agent woman. She hoped to resume the conversation she had begun earlier regarding the subject with Gwen. During their discussion, she deduced that the agent woman knew her and the twins just before her accident. She was intrigued by several things that bothered her, mainly how she and her spouse interacted.Her eyes drifted over the beautiful view of the sunset. There were no clouds in the sky and a lovely breeze across the land. The stars tonight bring back memories of the clear sky.She wished to be in the ocean but realized what her mind was doing was wrong. She must constantly exercise caution.She sighed and turned, allowing the pillows to puff up around her as she fell onto the hotel's king-sized bed. Her arms lay above her head. A
"Alright. All I can tell you now is that she used to be my girlfriend. But I'd rather you ask me about us in person." "Okay, that's fine. And thank you for telling me about her. Although--" "Wait. If a string of questions relates to her, you better ask me in person. So we save time for misunderstanding." "Why? Is there something I should know more about?" "That depends on how you react later when you think further. But what triggers you to ask me? That's more than a month she barged in here." "Do I need to explain why I asked you just now?" She answered evasively. "You seemed to be not in the mood. Shall I video call you?" "Not now," she denied. "You're right; I'm not in the mood to talk." "Alright. Do we have that monthly sickness?" Rafaella's eyes darted to the air. Her cheeks felt warm. "Well? Do I get an answer?" "Yeah, just done today but how did you know?" She admitted despite the embarrassment. "Because I know you... You do things you don't usually do unless you'
When Alexus drew in several long breaths, he reminded himself that he had best get under control. After turning off the water, he dried his hands and piled plates, silverware, and napkins on the casserole and salad tray. The doctor had cautioned him not to rush Rafaella. The neurologist concluded that a concussion caused Rafaella's memory loss, the shock of the attack, or both. Her condition would probably be transient. When the time was right, she would recall her identity and the specifics of her past. He planned to take care of her and work to regain her trust throughout the remaining days, weeks, or however much time he had. Alexus considered it a good idea to phone the detective in the interim and inform him of the most recent information regarding the attack that brought his wife and children to this community. He might just be paranoid, which was unrelated to Rafaella's attack. But the investigator gave the impression that he believed the incident to be more than just a botche
"Did I get it?" To stifle the surge of yearning that raged through his veins. Alexus swallowed firmly. His voice was hoarse with desire, but he said, "No. He gritted his teeth and begged for courage when she acted again. "Has it vanished?" Alexus acknowledged that praying wouldn't help. He cared for the issue himself since he was unwilling to endure that torment again. He said, "Hold on. I'll take it." As soon as his hands touched her, Alexus understood his error. His fist-sized yearning was quickly accelerated to areas due south when he ran his thumb across the corner of her lower lip. Rafaella appeared to have come upon the same road as him based on her short breath intake and the expression of hunger and perplexity in her dark eyes. The hell with it, he thought. He slid his hand around her neck to get her closer before his guilt or reason could intervene. His mouth was crushed on hers. Just a sample, he told himself. But there was an instantaneous shock that rivaled
Rafaella took a long breath to calm her confused mind after being surprised by the romantic comparison her brain had made. She noticed his aroma as she was doing so—and male sweat. She remembered that kiss they had earlier exchanged while she was no longer gripped by the terror that had almost rendered her helpless. Once more, she felt that pull on her memory. He tasted good on her lips, she could see herself in his arms, and she could feel his mouth and hands on her body. Rafaella shook in fear. She knew the heat curling low in her belly wasn't just a reminiscence. It was a need, a feminine yearning, for Alexus to kiss her and touch her once more. "Are you feeling better now that the worst storm is over?" "Yeah, thanks for your assistance." "Hmm. You don't need to tell me that. Naturally, I will be around as your husband. We'll have rain for at least two to three days, so we're stuck in the house for a while." "Which will affect the kids' mood," she replied. "They love spending
Alexus stood up and lit the lampshade before he switched off the light. As he returned to bed, he drew the comforter over her when she rolled over. "Sure, "Thank you," she replied, smiling. Even when Alexus held her hand, she was taken aback. "Rafa, good night," he merely said. And he felt the touch of her hand. "You're a loving father, Alexus," Rafaella said. "And you're the same," he replied. "I'm so proud of having them in our lives and having you in my life." Rafaella was stunned. She did not know what to answer her husband. "Not everything that came between us was a bed of roses, but I intend to make it better this time, Rafa." "What do you mean?" "I want you in my life as long as I live..." "I cherish what we have at the moment, Alex. I hope you don't get tired of understanding me for my lack of remembering my past. And I can feel how you cherish and care for me with patience. Thank you. .." "I should be the one saying that," Alexus said after swallowing. "But I h
When they reached their bedroom, he grabbed her arm roughly, yanking her out behind him. And the moment the bedroom door shut behind them, he pushed her back against it. Her clutch bag hit the floor. His mouth covered hers, missing her taste. They were gentle at first, slowly stripping each other out of their clothes as they got to know each other's bodies again. It wasn't as if it had been ages since they had one another, but it had been long enough. Two weeks were long enough for him. Damn, he'd missed his sunshine. "God, it's been a long time..." he rasped. " As she pressed her body into his. He deepened the kiss, tasting her lips, then parting them with his own. His tongue drove between her lips. She moaned as their tongues mingled, then lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his hair. He moved one hand between her legs, and his touch immobilized her as he slid his fingers back and forth along the smooth seam of her center and circled them gently over her clit. S
Alexus couldn't sleep that night when Rafaella confessed her intention to join the syndicate as a victim. And he worked with Gerald to ensure his wife's safety. Gerald agreed since his team would also be there to get the syndicate's mastermind. While contemplating the critical mission Rafaella wished to do as an auction bride victim. Alexus could not help but sigh frequently. He found it hard to imagine his wife performing such an undercover role. It worsens the pain in his stomach more than the medication she gave him. But there he was, in front of her, smelling of flowers and wanting to reach out and touch her tender flesh. With their twins playing in the kitchen and the three agents keeping an eye on them, he was close enough to kiss her but didn't dare. Not until they had a chance to converse. She pulled a few soft drinks out of the fridge and handed one to him before following him into the living room she'd decorated with a few colorful accents from Milan before she had a
Rafaella was ecstatic as she watched her mother with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face as she hugged her only sibling, Cindy. Despite having concerns about what would come next in their lives now that the authorities had apprehended Colleen, Jasper, and their gang, she felt blessed despite these misgivings. It was a joyful moment since Rafaella's only sister had returned. She felt so much happiness in those moments. And even her mother could not hide the happiness and security of her will to see her two daughters together again. She quietly studied the profile of Cindy sharing her mother's happiness and tears while Gerald extended his hand to hold her mother's hand and kissed it. What a sweet man, she thought with a smile, but it vanished from her lips as she met her husband's facade, somewhat scowling. She strolled to join him, seated in one of the chairs with Ruslan and Leo nearby. "What is ailing you?" She asked in a whisper. "Nothing," his evasive reply and avoidi
Three days have passed since Rafaella was saved from the hands of Colleen, who kidnapped her as a ransom for Alexus to sign their divorce papers, but Alexus disagreed. Instead, he saved Rafaella from the hands of Jasper, who wanted to take advantage of her physically. They found out that Colleen was still in the clinic because she was high on substances when she was arrested, along with Jasper and some staff who hid in an abandoned farm that used to belong to one of her friends. And according to the investigation at the said location, the FBI group led by Gerald obtained two boxes of substance and some informative documents they did not divulge publicly. Alexus's stomach ache had also healed due to taking diet pills which Rafaella used as an accessory not to have intimacy with his ex-girlfriend, which he claimed was adequate but not good for his health as he felt deteriorating and weakling. So, the incident became a joke among the group. Rafaella felt even happier because t
Rafaella leaned her head against his shoulder and asked, "Can we just go to the woods?" He echoed in her ear, "I told you we couldn't. The woods are the worst area to flee to because doing so would be a suicide mission, and I also want her off my back. And that is to see her off to prison." Rafaella frowned at his remark, but she didn't need convincing—literally or figuratively—because she sensed she was about to enter a minefield. The area was eerie. She wanted to get back to her children to ensure no one was there to snap them away. That's why she was impatient in being in this place when she wanted to be home. She was never like this with her covert mission, but she had no idea this was how people with kidnapped family members felt in restless turmoil. Suppose there was compensation for being in this abandoned area, that was to be with Alexus. Having him beside her could make her forget her restlessness for at least a while. "Do you have a plan while we're hiding here?"
With a look of fear and determination, Rafaella struggled to untie her hands. Despite her fear, she hurriedly untied the duct tape holding both hands together when Colleen screamed and threatened her husband. She's just an unbelievable freak," she shook her head and thought. How could she get Alexus's feelings if she kept threatening him? She knew it would not work with Alexus. Was she that desperate to get his attention or something else? She figured out before that she might be desperate for lack of cash. And he thought Alexus was his only hope to help him. Rafaella got off the bed and sat on the floor. She looked around the room, wondering how she could get out of the room she was in. As fear registered in her brain, she tried to figure out how many of Colleen's men were so that she could estimate and know where they were located in that farmhouse. She remembered earlier that he didn't see anyone standing outside the house when they arrived, so she guessed that Colleen's men w
Rafaella awoke to heart-pounding panic. She finally managed to blink her eyes open as her senses slowly woke up. She realized she was in the back seat of the SUV. Suddenly, her forehead collided with the back of the driver's seat."Damn, that was close. Stupid animal crossing the road" said the man's stern voice in front of the steering wheel.She twisted wildly on her right side when she became aware of heavy breathing and found herself beside a man bent over as if he was sleeping inside the SUV.Instinctively, she grabbed for the door handle."Nice, try, but you shouldn't," snarled the voice beside her and grabbed her hair.She swallowed hard as she looked at him. Even in the dark of the backseat, she couldn't even see his eyes ultimately, but she knew. She'd seen the murder in his eyes earlier. When the time came for her to die, she knew he would kill her himself and relish the process. He would have killed her by now if it had been up to him. It wasn't up to him, though.Rafaella
Oh, I can't breathe. That thought quickly crossed her mind when Rafaella woke up. Her eyes widened as she struggled to get enough air into her lungs. Something covered her mouth and nose. And her heart beat faster as she glanced around the unfamiliar small room with a foul smell. She could hardly move as her hands were tied up behind her. She closed her eyes again and thought about what had happened last and how she ended up in a dark, unfamiliar place. The last thing she remembers was someone hitting her on the head when she came out of the comfort room of the cottage that belonged to Gwen. She rested her head against the bed's headboard and closed her eyes again as many images played through her mind. She remembered Alexus and their children. Oh, what's going on? Her thoughts were jumbled. I shouldn't freak out. She told herself that she needed to think clearly. as she leaned back, starting to remember what had happened. She remembered having amnesia, but now she could re
Rafaella stared at the laptop on her desk for the hundredth time facing the window. She had been checking Colleen's latest media update but found nothing, and she considered the fugitive woman not using her real identity. But she found out that someone was also digging into her records since many articles popped up that were not there two months ago. The publications claimed that Colleen had been institutionalized at a for-profit facility. Later reports mentioned her disappearance from the public eye. She wanted a calm life without being involved in the commercial matters of her family. What the hell kind of person lives like that? Rafaella asked. She looked at the Grant Pharmaceutical company's finances while still in shock. It combined with another profitable medical business while experiencing a decline in profits. Rafaella shook her head as she processed the new information. Given the business's financial stability, making money would have been tough when she last remembered