"You're avoiding Mr Fernandez, Bernice."Gabriel thundered in the large office as he handed her the heap of unsigned papers. Bernice sat at her desk, barely looking up, her pen tapping on a piece of paper which she hadn't written on in the last ten minutes."I am not avoiding anybody," she returned composedly, "I'm only trying to sort things out effectively."An eyebrow arched. "Effectively? Rafael's refusal to sign those says otherwise."Bernice let out a sharp exhalation; frustration bubbled just beneath the surface of her cool veneer as she looked down at the papers Gabriel set before her, all marked with glaring red tabs for signatures Rafael had withheld on purpose."He knows these are critical," she muttered mostly to herself.Gabriel nodded knowingly. "Which is precisely why he's stalling. He wants to see you, Bernice.”"I don't have time to play his games," she said shortly, though even within her own mind the words tumbling forth from her lips sounded a great deal more akin t
"He's trying to get into your head again, isn't he."Alexander's tone was cool, yet an edge of exasperation curled the corners of his words down as Bernice paced the length of the temporary apartment's living room. In her clutches were the papers Rafael finally signed, her knuckles white from the tension."I didn't let him get to me," she spat back. Though the obvious edge in her voice spoke volumes that belied her assertion. "He's impossible to deal with, Alexander. He refuses to separate business from personal grudges."Alexander leaned back against the wall with arms crossed. "He knows how to push your buttons. And you let him win every time you let it show."Bernice whirled on him, ablaze. "You think I don't know that? Whether he starts playing these mind games, how hard it is to keep calm-do you have any idea?"Alexander took another step closer to her; his face softened. "I know it is, and that is why I'm here, to make sure you don't face him alone.”She shook her head, the smal
"We can't just sit here, Ethan! Can't you see what's going on?" Olivia's voice finally cracked as she paced the length of the penthouse, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. "Alexander isn't here for a business deal. He's here for us. For me!"Ethan sat on the couch, fingers tightly laced. His jaw clenched while he watched Olivia unravel. "We don't have proof of that," he replied carefully."We don't need any proof!" she snarled, whirling on him. "Use your eyes, Ethan. He's always around Bernice. He's charming you and you're blind if you think this is just about business.""Calm down," Ethan said, firm tone replacing the playful one, commanding. "Paranoia isn't going to solve anything. What do you want me to do? Take him out?" As if he didn't know, having done it lots of times before.”"Don't tempt me," Olivia muttered darkly, crossing her arms. "But no, that would be too messy. We need to be smarter than that."Ethan's eyes slitted. "Alright, what's your brilliant pl
"Alexander," Rafael's voice flowed with artificial politeness, but the sliver of a glare that sliced through Alexander spoke volumes. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced visit?" He eased back in his chair, his fingers tapping relaxed rhythms against the gleaming surface of his desk as he looked at Alexander with a smirk.Alexander entered the room with purpose, the soft thud of the door closing behind him signaling that this wasn’t going to be a cordial discussion. His eyes, dark with barely restrained anger, locked onto Rafael’s. "You know exactly why I’m here," he said, his tone cold and measured. "We need to talk about Bernice—and the way you’ve been deliberately making her work impossible."Rafael raised an eyebrow-weighing look in reply to Alexander's words. "Bernice again," he murmured, the shape of a mocking smile curving his lips. "She does seem to take up quite a lot of your time and consideration, doesn't she? And yet I don't perceive that her work, or her
After a week. "Do you even understand the severity of what is taking place, Rafael?" Ethan's voice sliced through the tense air like a knife as he paced the length of the office. "Millions, just disappearing from our accounts. Sensitive data leaking as if it's an open faucet. And you're sitting here, cool as if it's just a storm that is passing by."Rafael leaned back in his sleek desk, his fingers steepled as his piercing gaze followed Ethan's motion. "Calm?" he mocked low and measured but threaded with an edge of annoyance. "Do I look calm to you, Ethan? Or are you too caught up in your own dramatics to notice the difference?"Ethan stopped pacing in front of his uncle and turned to him, the expression on his face now showing exasperation mixed with urgency. "What I perceive, Rafael, is this company bleeding. There's a mole inside playing us, and we're allowing that course."Rafael sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "You have theories, I assume. You always do.""Of course I
"You really think you outsmarted me?" Rafael's voice cut through the silent office, razor-sharp and poisonous as he sat stiff with restrained fury behind his desk, his gaze darting from Alexander to Bernice, challenging either of them to deny the accusation.Alexander raised an eyebrow, his calm exterior masking the storm brewing within him. “If you’re done with the dramatics, Rafael, perhaps you’d like to explain what this is about?” His tone was measured, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable.“Don't play dumb,” Rafael snapped, his hand slapping against the flat surface of the desk. You've only been in Rome for less than a month and my company is hemorrhaging millions just about critical data leaks, financial discrepancies, and some contracts being sabotaged. Is that a coincidence? I don't think so.” Bernice who had said nothing for a while. Now she broke in: "Rafael, you are mistaken; Alexander and I are innocent of this." The mere sound of her voice showed an accent of irri
"Are you certain nobody followed you?" Olivia's voice cut through the thick murky air of the abandoned warehouse as her heels clicked ominously in her approach to a group of men waiting under the dim light of a flickering light bulb.The tallest of them was a man with a scar running down his cheek-forwarded. "We're professionals, lady. Nobody knows we're here."Olivia's mouth shuddered into an upward curve; her eyes were quivering with terror. "Good. I want this done quietly, spotless of any errors. If you mess this up, it won't be my plans that are ruined-it'll be your lives that end.""Calm down," another said gruffly, leaning idly against a steel pillar. "Just tell me what you want."Olivia took a deep breath, steadying herself. She pulled a photograph from her purse and handed it to Scarface. “This is your target: Luca Francisco. Bernice’s son.”The man studied the photo, his eyes narrowing. “The kid’s what—two, three years old? This is the kind of job you’re hiring us for?”"None
"Mummy will be back soon, right, Clara?" Mia's soft voice pierced the warm afternoon air as she pulled on Clara's skirt while they took a walk through the vivacious park."Yes, sweetie," Clara said with an encouraging smile. "Your mummy is just working on some stuff. She'll come back soon."In another second, Luca ran ahead, a squeal of laughter echoing through as he chased after a butterfly. "Can I show mummy the butterfly when she comes back?" he called back.Clara's heart pinched. "Of course, Luca. She'll love that."Noisy was the park: chatter of families, loud laughs of kids, and from time to time, the barking of a dog. Clara watched the twins run from the swings to the slides, trying to cap off the gnawing unease in her chest-a feeling she could hardly explain."Stay close, both of you!" she called, a little alarm creeping into her voice.The twins continued to play as if they hadn't a clue of her anxiety. Clara dug out her phone and checked once again for messages from either B
Bernice sat on the bed, staring with malice at the small clock on the nightstand. The hours crawled forward one heavy second after another. She had not slept. Her mind turned to tumble over and over what happened, what could happen. She stared and stared at Mia, her daughter still unconscious, the soft rise and fall of her chest the only sign that she was still alive, still with her.The room was dark, except for the dim light of the street lamps outside, and the quiet around her was choking her."What am I to do?" Bernice whispered into the darkness to nobody in particular. Her voice cracked the deeper the weight pressed down into her bones; she'd never felt so lonely, cast between two worlds.There was Alexander, she immediately remembered the promise he had made to stand by her side, fighting, and the firmness in the faith in her. Then there was Rafael: a force of nature who, by means, contacts, and resources, could go ahead, making even Alexander's aid so insignificant against
"I am not letting her leave here, Rafael." Bernice spoke in quivered silent strength, standing behind Mia's hospital bed. She ran her fingers smoothly through her daughter's disheveled hair. Days of unconsciousness had passed and with each minute in this clean and silent room, she felt further smothered by a sense of helplessness with the choices she made, and just not coming out of this crushing burden.Rafael stood framed in the doorway of the room, and he was as always commanding. Yet only a little while prior to this, he received updates about his legal team's handling of the situation. At all times, he kept him two steps ahead of all games. His lips pucker as he gazes at Bernice's nervy movements, eyes snapping over to their pale girl's face.“Mia needs the best care, Bernice," he said-too softly, but with the underlying authority not to be denied. "And that's in Rome. You know it as well as I do."She looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. The impossible decision:
Early morning light struggled through the heavy curtains, laying long shadows in the living room of Alexander's mansion. She sat at the front of the sofa, her fingers bunched into fists in her lap. The last couple of days had been like whirling dizzying moment after moment with tension and uncertainty. Now, in the quiet aftermath of Rafael's ultimatum, she felt lost-more so than ever before.The door opened, rattling the silence of that room as he came inside. Face emotionless, from those eyes, Bernice could tell, he was concerned. He gently closed the door behind him and sat calmly beside her."Bernice," he said hoarsely to her as he sat next to her. "We really need to talk."She nodded, her head not turning his way. There was nothing more to say. Nothing-but the crushing burden of what she had to try and hold together.“I won't let him take you and the kids. I am going to fight him, Bernice. I will fight him with all I have," Alexander stated now resolutely.Bernice's eyes flicker
The penthouse was quiet but for the lying phone on the coffee table that vibrated without cessation. Rafael cast his gaze at the screen with Gabriel's name across it. Very much against his will, he reached to pick up the receiver, seemingly awaiting news of a disaster."Rafael," came the anxious, strained tone of Gabriel. “Things are not looking good here.”Rafael settled in and braced himself, taking a long deep breath. "What's up?"“About all the losing financially, continual leaks with our projects, and some rat is inside to take us down. We reach the breaking point unless something's done and fast". Gabriel's voice cracked in the stress. "I am doing all I can. Still, we need you in Rome, we need you here, now.” Rafael ran a hand through his hair as his mind whirred on. It had spiraled out of his control at the company, but this? This wasn't what he was expecting. The weight weighed upon him now, yet he was not in a position to have a choice anymore."I'll be there as soon as I c
"Mama…”The weak voice sliced through the antiseptic silence of the hospital room. Bernice froze; her breath had seized up in her throat. Whipping toward the bed, she felt her heartbeat suddenly increase."Mama…"Again, Mia's voice whispered weakly, yet clearly.Bernice took wing to her daughter's bedside, her fingers quavering, gently laying them over Mia's white pale face. "Mia, my sweet child," she stammered her words, where the dampness of the wet flow of tears running from her eyes couldn't stop. "Mia, can you hear me now?"She blinked once: her wide eyes opened unfocused. "Mama…sleepy.”A sob of relief tore itself from Bernice's lips. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on the child's forehead. "It's okay, baby. You can rest. Mama is here, and I'm not going anywhere."The door creaked open behind her, but she didn't turn around. All her attention lay wholly with Mia."Is she awake?" The word fell into the silence like an atom bomb dropped into it, spoken by Rafael in low,
Rafael called up a friend in Florence, he needed someone to talk to. "You have to stop blaming yourself, " Lucas said as he poured him two glasses of whiskey. "You have done all you could.Rafael stood by the window of his penthouse in Florence; a glowing city skyline lay outside, but he was far away in his thoughts while clenching his jaw showed no sign of relaxation. Events in the hospital were running in an infinite loop in his mind; that Mia was his daughter, fiery defense by Bernice, and Alexander smug interference haunted him.Rafael turned to him then, his face dark. "I haven't done everything. Not yet." He took the glass but didn't drink. "I've lost too much already. My children are out there-one unconscious in a hospital bed, the other missing. And I had no idea either of them even existed until now."Lucas blew out a slow breath, setting his glass on the table. "What is your plan?Rafael's eyes flash down. "To win them back. All of them."Lucas raises one eyebrow. "Even Be
"Well, here we are," Alexander said, breaking the taut silence as he lounged casually against the sterile white wall of the hospital corridor. His eyes darted between Rafael and Bernice. "It's about time we brought this circus to a close."Rafael's jaw tightened; his hands were deep inside the pockets of his fitted jacket. "I didn't come here for your commentary, Alexander.""No, you came here to confirm what you already know deep down," Alexander shot back, irritation lining his voice. "You're the twins' father, and knowing it is a whole different thing than being able to handle it."Bernice sat down in one of the waiting room chairs and shifted uncomfortably, her eyes on the floor. It hung heavy in the silence between them until she finally filled up her lungs to continue."Can't we do this somewhere else?" It was a soft tone yet unyielding. "This is a hospital. Our daughter's life is hanging by a thread.Rafael's eyes locked onto hers. "Our daughter? You are uttering the word 'our'
"Well, here we are," Alexander said, breaking the taut silence as he lounged casually against the sterile white wall of the hospital corridor. His eyes darted between Rafael and Bernice. "It's about time we brought this circus to a close."Rafael's jaw tightened; his hands were deep inside the pockets of his fitted jacket. "I didn't come here for your commentary, Alexander.""No, you came here to confirm what you already know deep down," Alexander shot back, irritation lining his voice. "You're the twins' father, and knowing it is a whole different thing than being able to handle it."Bernice sat down in one of the waiting room chairs and shifted uncomfortably, her eyes on the floor. It hung heavy in the silence between them until she finally filled up her lungs to continue."Can't we do this somewhere else?" It was a soft tone yet unyielding. "This is a hospital. Our daughter's life is hanging by a thread.Rafael's eyes locked onto hers. "Our daughter? You are uttering the word 'our'
"Tell me we finally have something concrete," Liam growled; the strain in his voice was audible. Across the messy desk in Detective Marcus's office, dimmed light danced around the shadows of the wall, files and photos and maps everywhere, some reminding them of the time spent chasing shadows.Marcus pushed on his glasses, eyes sharp even with a face that seemed etched with exhaustion. "We do," he said, tugging a folder out and sliding it across the table. "Olivia has been in and out of several places around Rome, but this isn't some socialite thing; she isn't hitting dinners and charity events-these are low-profile, late-night trips, and Ethan has been spotted most times in the office and meeting business associates, they are rarely together.”Liam's eyes narrowed. "Ethan? Why am I not surprised? Always had an agenda of his own."Marcus nodded. "They are being cautious but not cautious enough. Our surveillance team followed Olivia to an industrial area on the outskirts, quiet, with