His shoes clicked onto the marble floor as he stormed down the hall. He knew he had to move quickly but above all, immaculately. Rafael was all about precision and power and one wrong move, one single delay in deciding, would seal Ethan's doom. Stopping in front of his secretary's door, he took a deep breath then pushed it open."Close the door," he ordered in a low, but firm voice.His secretary is a young girl, barely out of her teens, and her name is Claire. She looked up from her desk, pale-faced, and said, "Is something wrong, Mr. Ethan?"Ethan pinned his cold eyes on her. "Yes, Claire. Something is wrong."She gulped audibly. "I.I don't understand."It was incredibly ladened in Ethan's voice, "I am serious, Claire? You couldn't do a simple job right."Claire's eyes widened with fear, "M-Mr. Ethan, I swear to God I-""Save it," cut Ethan in the middle and took a step closer to her. "I think Rafeal knows everything. The hacking, the meeting with Ryan, all of it, and you've put me
Rafael stood in the sterile hall of the police station, his jaw clenched as he watched the police escort Ryan into an interrogation room. Tension buzzed in the air and pressed heavily upon his shoulders. He had Gabriel right next to him, his arms crossed and fists over his biceps, with sharp, blue eyes taking in everything that was happening in front of them. Meanwhile, Ethan remained rather composed; Rafael knew how much alarm the man had by the way his hands flexed every now and then."Ready for this?" he heard Gabriel ask in the quietest voice.Rafael only nodded. "Let's hear him out."They entered the small room; the door slammed noisily behind them. Ryan was seated at a metallic table, his wrists cuffed but his head held defiantly high. There was one officer who leaned against the door while the other positioned himself to start the interrogation.Ethan sat opposite to Ryan, his face unreadable, while Rafael remained standing, his eyes narrowing as he watched both men.Detective
Rafael sat in an office; the only silence in the room was tangible as he stared into the screen in front of him. By his side stood Gabriel, his arms folded across his chest, his face unreadable. The audio that had just played in his ears replayed itself in Rafael's head: Ryan and Ethan's secretary Claire discussing their plan for hacking and how they could frame Ethan should things go awry.This isn't what I expected," Rafael cut through the heavy silence.Gabriel nodded, eyes fixed into the screen. "Definitely not, it just made things a bit more complicated. If that recording is indeed genuine, it lets Ethan clear his name-at least to an extent. Still, something doesn't quite feel right here.Rafael leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "I know; it's almost too neat, too convenient. They were so quick to pin the blame on Ethan, and now suddenly this evidence cleared him? My mind tells me there's more to this, that something's not quite right in what's being said.Meanwhile,
Ethan's heart was racing against his chest as he made his way to the isolated address given in the ambiguous message. The late afternoon sun was low on the horizon and cast long shadows over the winded road. Since he got the text, he had tried running through each possibility in his head: who might have sent it and what they could know.Was it Ryan, wanting a bit more from him? Had Claire's cold feet turned on him? Or was it someone else, someone of whom he'd never thought?With every step down to the meeting place, his apprehension mounted: a secluded clearing off of some old seldom-used road. He pulled over, turned off the car, and stepped outside into the predawn chill. It was a very quiet place, save the leaves rustling in the soft breeze, and the intermittent chirping of a bird.Ethan looked at his wrist watch; the seconds ticked away, like some kind of time bomb in his brain, as he waited. Whoever had sent that message would be there in a moment. He needed to remain composed who
Sitting in his car, Ethan had his hands clutched onto the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The meeting with Gabriel had unsettled him more than he cared to admit. He could feel the walls closing in, each alternative narrowing down to one desperate last course of action. If he didn't do something now, everything that he had worked for, every carefully laid plan would come crashing down.It wasn't that he needed to convince Gabriel or manipulate him. Gabriel was suspicious and wanted to believe he was right, and there was a door at which Ethan could find an entrance.Ethan's sharp intake of breath as the ideas began racing in his head in all directions. He was down to his last card, a risky one, where he would have to bluff a breakdown to appear at the end of his rope, finally confessing. But it would be a finely scripted lie, one that would clear him of guilt while casting blame upon those below him.It was a risk, but it was his only shot.Ethan dialed Gabriel's numb
Ethan sat in Gabriel's office, his heart pounding against the walls of his ribcage. Gabriel's face was as cold as stone, unreadable as he stared across at the secretary who sat opposite them. She was outright trembling, her eyes darting from Gabriel to Ethan and back again while the tension drew out every second into an eternity.Gabriel spoke first. "I want the truth," he said icily. "No more lies, no more games. You either come clean right now, or things are going to get a whole lot worse for you."The secretary swallowed hard as her hands fidgeted across her lap. "I-I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she stammered, her voice low, barely audible above a whisper. "It just got out of control.Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Out of control? You hacked into the company's systems, framed Ethan, and almost brought this entire operation to its knees. That's not something that just 'gets out of control.".Tears began to well up in the girl's eyes as she struggled to speak. "It wasn't suppo
Bernice paced around her room, her heart racing in her chest. This confrontation with Rafael had shaken her, yet not defeated her. She knew she had to prove her innocence. She picked up her phone, her quivering hands dialing the number of the private investigator she hired weeks ago."Mr. Harrison, we need to meet," Bernice said, attempting to sound much firmer than she did on the inside. "Today, as soon as possible. I need you to present everything to Rafael."A moment's pause on the other end of the line, and then the gruff voice of the investigator came back, "I understand. Where shall we meet?Bernice's gaze stared out the window, a stream of thoughts running through her head. It had to be a place of neutrality, public but quiet enough for some serious talks. "The Green Café, downtown. In an hour.""Got it. I was just about to let you know, that have news concerning the investigation. I'll bring everything.”“Really? Good.” Excitement filled Bernice's heart, she would prove hersel
Rafael sat upright in the dimly lit café. His gaze was riveted on the file held between the fingers of the investigator. The tension was heavy, palpable almost to the extent that it nearly caused him to suffocate. Diagonally across from him, Bernice sat with her eyes darting from Rafael to the investigator as fingers tapped out a staccato rhythm on the table. Thick unresolved tension lay between them, silent as a storm just waiting to happen.He was a middle-aged man with gray temples and an ultra-serious look on his face. The investigator finally spoke after clearing his voice, "Mr. Fernández, months ago, Mrs. Bernice commissioned me to conduct some background research on you. Particularly, she wanted me to find out about your biological parents."Rafael's jaw was clamped, his mind a mile a minute. Not being able to envision why this woman would do such a thing behind his back. Rafael looks down at Bernice, her face rummaging just for an ounce of deception. All he saw, though, was a
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. "