"Daddy, where is Aunty Bernice?”Alexander froze at the sudden sound of his daughter. He had just laid down his phone on the counter in the kitchen, weighing whether to call Bernice or not, and now she was before him, holding tightly to her stuffed bear, with large eyes filled with innocent curiosity.His throat choked. He hadn't prepared for this question least of all from his two-year-old daughter. "She's…busy, sweetheart," he said, forcing a smile. "She'll visit soon."Lily frowned, her head at that tilt she always had when she wasn't convinced. "But she promised to visit and bake me some cookies today. She never breaks promises.”Alexander sank to her level, laying a soothing hand on her shoulder. "I know she did, baby. Sometimes adults have to do things they don't want to, but that doesn't mean they don't care.""Did you make her leave?”It felt like he'd been kicked in the guts, a cut deep into the heart. Alexander watched her, still disbelieving at her intuition. "No," he whisp
"Rome," Rafael said as their car glided down the wide historic streets, his voice cutting through the silence that had hung between them since the plane had landed. "Still feels like home."The view outside the window was all but forgotten as Bernice cast all her attention on the little girl leaning against her chest, fiddling with her daughter's blanket, her fingers working in shudders while she did that. "Just another city for me these days," she whispered absently.Rafael leaned his head toward her then and took a close gaze into her face. "It wasn't always just any city. You used to love it here.”"That was a long time ago," Bernice replied, her eyes still on Mia. "Things change."Rafael hesitated, his gaze flicking between her and their daughter. "Some things don't."At last Bernice glanced up and for that moment her eyes dared him; the statement has existed tangible between them-in weighty second; she shakes off and turns her attention to Mia; his gaze stubbornly rests upon her
"Why did I let myself come back here?" Bernice grumbled to herself as she entered the big kitchen. She had hoped for peace, but it seemed the familiar view had walked her right into memories. She ran her fingers over the cool marble countertop; the texture kept her present, but her mind wandered into the recesses of time."Madam Bernice," a voice, by now so familiar, called from across the room.Bernice froze. Her heart pounding in her chest, she swerved, and her eyes caught with Madam Alice's, who was standing by the stove, cleaning her hands with a dish towel, something like a smile in her eyes as though it had been years that that kitchen had only known laughter and talks that run to the dawn of daylight."Madam Alice," Bernice whispered in shock, her voice sad and longing."I rather hoped you'd find your way here," Madam Alice said, further entering the room. "This kitchen always was your haven."Bernice's lips quivered, but she managed to fake a smile. "I thought a cup of tea mig
"One ticket to Rome. First class," Alexander said, his voice tight, as he shoved his passport across the counter.The airline attendant gave him a polite smile as her fingers flew across her keyboard. "We have a flight leaving in three hours. Would you like me to confirm your reservation?""Yes," he returned without wasting time on civilities."Checked luggage?”The moment the ticket would clear, Alexander's mind strayed to Bernice. Chased the image of her by Rafael's side at the hospital, tearful but resilient, he just could not rid his head of. He bit his teeth, forcing his anger not to flare into being. She was to be his, his and his daughter Lily's. Since when has it gone like this?The soft voice of the attendant brought him back to the present. "Here's your ticket, Mr. Cole. Have a safe flight."He nodded and took the ticket from her without a word. Away more to a quiet corner of the lounge, he strode away. The clutch on his phone tightened, his gaze fixed on that blank screen,
"Find him. I don't care what it takes." Rafael's voice sliced through the tight-lipped silence like a knife. Dark eyes impaled the head investigator who stood before him. "I want my son back. No more delays, no more excuses."The investigator nodded, his face unruffled as grave. "We have already extended the search from Florence. We'll comb every lead that comes in.“Not good enough," Rafael snapped, "I need results, not promises. Whoever kidnapped him didn't just stumble upon this opportunity. They knew exactly what they were doing. They knew Luca."Bernice sat on the couch, her hands clasped tight in her lap, her eyes darting from Rafael to the investigator with a feeling of dread churning in her chest. It was getting to be a war in many ways, and she felt like a bystander."This isn't the first time," she whispered.Both men turned toward her."What are you insinuating?" Rafael asked as furrows creased his brow, his eyes narrowing.Her voice came out in a croak; her throat was dry.
Ethan had paced the length of the balcony, his eyes set on the front door. For weeks, Olivia had gotten into the routine of slipping out late in the night to take "a walk," but tonight he was sure that he had seen that spark in her eyes before the excuse tumbled from her lips. There was more to it.He froze as the door creaked open, and Olivia stepped out, clasping her coat tightly to her. With no backward glance, she set off down the street at a brisk pace. Ethan grasped his jacket and followed at a distance so he wouldn't catch up with her fast."What the hell are you up to, Olivia?" he muttered, with his heart pounding in his chest.The chill air nipped at his skin, but he barely noticed. His head whirled, filtering back through every recent contact he'd had with Olivia, how distant she had become and secretive. He thought he knew her, what she was capable of doing. But now, he wasn't so sure.Olivia whipped around the corner into a dark alley; her pace quickened. Ethan hesitated,
"We need to talk," Ethan growled as he slammed the door behind him.Olivia barely glanced up from the window, her arms crossed over her chest. “You’re wasting your breath, Ethan. I’ve already told you, I’ve got this under control.”“Under control?” Ethan stalked toward her, his eyes blazing. “You kidnapped Bernice’s son, and Rafael is back in the picture. That’s not control; that’s chaos.”Slowly, Olivia turned her head; her eyes were now cool. "You think Rafael's going to be a problem?"Ethan snorted. "I know he is. You have no idea how bad it just got because he's in cahoots with Bernice. He's sniffing. If he already finds out that Luca is-"Olivia cut him off mid-sentence, her tone even, a trifle forced in its calm. "Relax," she said. "We are already ahead. He won't be able to do anything.”Muscles worked in Ethan's jaw. "You don't take him seriously."And you're overreacting," Olivia snapped, stalking past him, the heels clicking on the floor as she made a beeline for the door. "I
“It just doesn't add up,” Rafael muttered, squinting while flipping through the latest report. His office, usually his citadel of control and neatness, felt oppressively tight tonight. The soft light from the desk lamp cast an orange glow across the mountain of files laid out before him, each filled with lost opportunities and misfiled papers, or security breaches-minor and safely treated in isolation, it turned his stomach upside down when put together.Somebody was setting him up, sabotaging him.He leaned back in his chair; the fingers of one hand began a staccato beat upon its armrest. "It's aninsider….” That hung in the air, a bitter thought, for the pattern, if it continued, seemed already too deliberate to be coincidence.It was the sharp knocking that brought him out of that mood. Without uttering one word, Gabriel appeared something out of his face now.“Sir, another problem," he said, laying a new file on the desk. "The deal with the investors from Milan-it fell through. Th
The chandeliers of the mansion were bright and starlike, splashing golden light upon varnished floors, Bunches of flowers scented the atmosphere as one heard the sound of reverberating laughter and music across the halls and jingling sounds that waiters made around the crowds with flutes of fine champagnes and hors d'oeuvres on their trays."Is everything ready for the toast?" Rafael demanded from one of the serving people. Authority was in his voice while his eyes played around the room."Yes, sir. Champagne is ready and so are the musicians," he said with a slight bow and scurried away.Rafael turned his eyes on Bernice, standing near the middle of the room in her glittering emerald gown. She covers it quite well, yet he manages to see right through it, to the scared smile below. Rafael moved to her, threaded an arm reassuringly around the nape of her lower back."You look lovely tonight," he whispered softly, clear into her ear."Thanks," she whispered, looking into the hall. "I ju
Sheets of rain lashed outside a small café across Liam's apartment complex as Alexander sat nursing coffee that was already cold, which he had not touched. His gaze turned out the door expecting Liam to walk in. Hoping he got his text. The anchoring weight on this day further depressed his body. The sound of defeat played out in his head until the door finally swung open, and Liam came in with drips coming off his umbrella."Alexander," he said, shock mingling with the sudden sobering of his tone. "Never thought I'd be coming in here to find you of all people waiting. What's up?"Alexander motioned to the empty chair opposite him. "Sit down. I need someone to talk to, and you're the perfect person at the moment.”Liam raised one eyebrow but did as instructed, tugging his coat off and hooking it over the back of the chair. "This does sound serious. Let me take a guess, it's about Bernice."Alexander exhaled with a heavy sigh, and the strain in his voice betrayed him. "It is always ab
"Two daddies?" Luca echoed, his voice full of wonder. "Does that mean we get two birthday parties too?"In the naivety of the question, a small, bitter laugh was dragged from Bernice. "Oh, sweetheart…", she started, but her words caught in her throat as tension pulled thick in the air.Rafael hunched down beside him, his features soft but strained. "It means you'll always have more people who love you. But I'm your father, Luca. You and Mia…you're my everything.”Luca looked up at him and furrowed his little brow as the meaning of Rafael's words digested. "But Uncle Alex takes care of us. Is he not our daddy too?"Mia stared at them, clutching her stuffed animal tightly. "Uncle Alex is fun…is he still our daddy?"Alexander had been leaning quietly against the wall until now; he stepped forward, his face composed, an edge laced in his voice. "I'll always be here for you, just like I always have been. But…," he paused, his eyes flicking to Bernice before he finished, "…your real father
The shrill ringtone of Rafael’s phone broke through the tense silence. Bernice flinched, startled from her thoughts as Rafael answered. His expression, initially sharp, softened slightly as he listened.“She’s awake?” His voice carried a mix of relief and urgency. “We’re on our way.”Bernice’s heart leaped at his words. “Mia?”Rafael nodded, snapping his phone shut. “The hospital called. She’s asking for you.”Without waiting for another word, Rafael pulled Bernice to his car, started the engine and pressed the gas pedal, speeding toward the hospital. Alexander’s car followed close behind, his headlights glaring in the rearview mirror like unspoken accusations.“I’ll need to explain things to her and Luca” Bernice murmured, her voice trembling as she twisted her hands in her lap."You will get the chance," Rafael replied tightly, his eyes fixed on the road. "But it is no longer just about you. It's time the kids knew the truth."Bernice's chest tightened; she wanted to argue but knew
"Gate 27B. Last call for flight 489 to São Paulo," the calm, automated voice echoed over the airport intercom.Detective Marcus was concealed behind a pillar, his striking eyes scouring the busy terminal. So excited, he could hardly contain his accelerating heartbeat. He then glanced at his watch-just at this time, Olivia's got to pop up. Every single lead, each and every crumb-into which he had looked-intimidated him before it all boiled down into this. Marcus reached for his radio."All units, Gate 27B. This one's not going to make it," ordered Marcus.Across the terminal, Olivia sashayed confidently through the crowd, arm linked with a man whose face bore a cruel smirk—Sebastian Reyes, the man who had framed Bernice three years ago. They looked relaxed, like a couple off on a romantic getaway. Olivia's sunglasses shielded her eyes, but her smile was bold, too bold. She believed she had won.“They really thought they could stop us?" Sebastian whispered, his hand tightly squeezing
"Run the footage again," Rafael ordered sharply, voice as keen as a razor. Fingers clasping the edge of his desk, white-knuckled. His assistant Gabriel blinked and then replayed the security footage on Rafael's big office screen.Rafael's eyes narrowed as the figure coming into view was one he could never mistake: his nephew, Ethan. Wearing a sharp suit, Ethan navigated the restricted areas within the company with confidence. It wasn't just access to the right places that remained an outstanding thing but what he was doing with it."There," Rafael pointed. "Pause it.Gabriel froze the footage; Ethan slipped a small USB drive into the server room. "We thought it was a cyber-attack," Rafael whispered, his quiet tone boiling with anger beneath. "It was him all along."Gabriel nodded grimly. "It matches perfectly with the timeline of events. Every major breach happened after he had entered the server room.Rafael leaned back, running a hand over his face. His heart pounded with a mixture
"Is everyone in position?" Rafael's voice sliced the tense air like a knife as his eyes scrutinised the dimly lit industrial warehouse ahead.Detective Marcus adjusted his earpiece. "Yes. My team has got the perimeter covered. When they hand over Luca, we move in."Rafael's jaw clamped down as he turned to Alexander and Liam. Both of them stood close, their faces taut and resolute. For once, they had the same purpose in mind.Alexander shifted weight. "This better work. If anything happens to Luca-""It won't," Rafael cut in. His tone was final. "We will get my son back tonight.""Your son?" Alexander sneered. "Don't forget Bernice's stake in this thing. She is the only one here holding things together while you play the hero."Rafael's eyes darkened. "This isn't the time for petty arguments. Luca's life is at stake."Liam's voice cut in them, raising a hand. "Enough. We focus on the rescue. Settle your issues later."There was no sound for a moment, but for the distant thrum of the c
"Pass the salt, mi amor," Rafael said in a low voice, never once taking his gaze off Bernice's face.It was this note that made Bernice blink. They sat opposite to each other at the wide, dining table-the candle flame leaping, squirming across its brilliant facets between them. But she said nothing, merely pushed the salt toward him with extended fingers, which touched his with glancing fingers, and, for an instant, all bitterness over, his eyes melted almost down; moved her so that she"Thanks, dear," he stammered, his curled lip twisting into a small warm smile.Madam, the head housekeeper, watched them across the room in silent pleasure. She had worked for the Fernandez family for years and had practically witnessed their rollercoaster love affair up and down. And for the first time in years, she saw them finally together again."I'm so happy to see you both like this," Madam whispered softly.Before Bernice could get a word out, one of the younger maids entered with a tray of win
"Are you sure you'll be fine by yourself?" Rafael asked as his hand rested on Bernice's waist, standing by the car outside the hospital. His touch was warm, familiar, and far too comforting for Bernice's liking."I'm fine, Rafael," Bernice said finally, though conviction eluded her tone. She stepped back, releasing his hold.Rafael laughed low, a knowing kind of sound. "You did that very same thing last night, remember? Right before you-""Stop." Bernice's eyes went wide as she scanned the car park, her cheeks ablaze with color. She did not need to be reminded how she let her guard down.His teasing grin deepened. "What, before you told me you loved me?""I didn't mean it," she muttered without looking his way.“Are you sure about that?" Rafael leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Because it sounded pretty real when you said it in my arms."Her breath hitched, and she shoved him lightly. "Go to work, Rafael."He laughed, stepping back but not before giving her one last, long look. "