"Where could she be?" Bernice demanded tersely in the hush of Alexander's office tension and frustration edging her voice. She paced restlessly round the room, having her arms tightly crossed against her chest, as if holding herself together. Deep lines of worry engraved her face, making her look more fragile, even while her fierce determination showed no sign of faltering.Alexander leaned back in the chair beside the desk and regarded her silently. His features reflected his concern and weariness. "Bernice," he said quietly, "we're doing all that we can. Marcus has every possible lead covered and the reward will draw more information soon.""It's not enough!" she snapped, stopping abruptly and glaring at him. Glassy from the sleepless nights, angst over having her children missing was deeply ingrained in her tone. "My daughter has been missing for days, Alexander! My son. God knows what they're doing to Luca right now." The crack of her voice betrayed her, and she turned away, ref
"Are you sure this isn't some sick joke?" Bernice's voice finally cracked and her knuckles had turned white, clutching onto the phone a little tighter as her heart hammered against her ribs, threatening to shatter them. She was frozen in the middle of the study room, Alexander at her side. A soft firm voice responded, "Ma'am, I know that this is overwhelming, but the child brought into Saint Anne's fits the description of your missing daughter, Mia. You need to come now."Bernice's legs buckled where she stood, as Alexander grasped her elbow to steady her. "We're on our way," he said into the receiver, his tone clipped. He hung up without waiting for a response and turned toward Bernice. "Let's go.""But.." Her voice faltered and tears welled in her eyes. "What if it's not her, Alexander? What if it's some other child, and Mia's still out there?”"Then we keep looking," he cut in-a clear, authoritative voice, but soothing. "But if there's even the slightest possibility this might be
“Yes, she's mine and I won't forgive you for this.” Bernice turned to walk away from the room. "Why won't you for once just listen to me?" Rafael's anguished voice rebounded down the sterile hospital hallway.Bernice didn't stop. She plunged past him, her heels clicking against the polished floor razor-sharp in her focus to the door ahead. Alexander was directly at her back, his silence a shield against Rafael's relentless attempts to speak."Bernice, wait," Rafael called again after her. "Just stop for a second!"She whirled about, her face contorted in anger. "Stop? Stop for what, Rafael? Listen to more of your nonsense? Watch you twist the knife you've already plunged into my back? I had enough of you. Now, get out of my way."At his side, Rafael's fist clenched as his jaw worked overtime. "I'm not here to hurt you. I just"You just what?" she spat, voice low and trembling. "You just accidentally ran over a little girl that happens to be mine? Or did fate decide to throw you back
"What do you mean, is she yours?" Bernice's voice sliced through the strained silence in the hospital room.Rafael bristled at her tone; his expression gave not an inch. He turned to Mia lying in the hospital bed and looked back at Bernice. "You heard me. How am I to know she's mine? You kept this from me for three years, Bernice. If they were really my children, why hide them?"Those words sent Bernice backward in a quivering step. This tide rose inside her. The heave of her chest, as she struggled for composure. "Do you hear yourself right now?" she spat. "What kind of man looks at his own flesh and blood and doubts them?"Don't you turn this on me," Rafael snapped, his voice rising. "You disappeared from the city without a word. You never told me you were pregnant. And considering what I caught you doing-"Bernice's head snapped up, her eyes ablaze. "Don't you dare finish that sentence!"I saw you!" Rafael shot back, anger bubbling. "You were in bed with another man, Bernice. I did
Rafael walked into the hospital the next morning to see Bernice sitting alone in the waiting room. That was his chance to talk to Bernice with Alexander interference. "Bernice. We still have a lot to talk about. I need the whole truth." The deep voice of Rafael echoed within the near-vacant waiting room of the hospital.She sat straight up in one of those damned uncomfortable steel chairs without attempting to glance up. Her hands were clenched into her lap, the knuckles white. "What truth, Rafael? My daughter is in this condition because of you and you think I want to talk to you? " Her voice managed to slice weariness and anger.Rafael winced but didn't back away. "That's not fair, Bernice.""Fair?" She whipped her face up to him, eyes ablaze. "Do you even know what that word means? You should not even be here."Without anything from Rafael, one of the nurses went up to Bernice apologetically. "Ms. Bernice, the doctor on duty attending Mia, wants to see you. It's about her conditio
Thicker than the antiseptic smell of sterile things, it seemed to choke the air. Rafael had his fists clenched at his sides as he stood in the doctor's office. He had barely made out the words said by the doctor-a blur of possibilities and medical jargon just floating over his head. At no time did his gaze leave Bernice, who was frozen in front of him, her eyes flickering between fear, anger, and disbelief.Just then, the doctor was suggesting that the father of the child might be a match for the blood transfusion. The implication was as loud as clear.Father, the word stuck in Rafael's head like a splinter, deep, leaving an ache so painful. This was something he was not ready for. This was something he had never been ready for.All color siphoned from Bernice's complexion, while she flitted between the doctor and him. The weighted nature of this all clapped solidly onto her shoulders made its presence known in her ashen expression-a perfect mask of deflection, tainting reflections o
"You think you can just waltz back into her life like you own it?" Alexander's voice cut through the sterile hospital air, sharp and controlled, yet with fury simmering unmistakably beneath, as he stood in the hall, his eyes locking onto Rafael with a ferocity which drew the attention of passing nurses.Rafael, who had just stepped out of Mia’s room, exhaled slowly. His heart was already heavy from seeing his daughter so fragile, and now Alexander was here, adding to the weight. He adjusted the collar of his jacket, his eyes narrowing as he met Alexander’s glare head-on."I’m not here for a fight," Rafael said, his voice calm but edged with steel. "I’m here for my daughter."Alexander took another step closer, folding his arms over his chest. The smooth exterior still beamed, but in his eyes, disdain pulsed in its wake. "Your daughter?" he jeered. "You don't get to call her that. She doesn't even know who you are."Rafael's jaw clenched, his fingers flexing to his sides. Not easily ri
"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
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