Having been at home, still caressing her psychological wounds from the huge weight of relief passed between Rafael's forgiveness and their reconciliation earlier that week, Bernice sat in the living room. Her mind rivaled suddenly what the future held for them. Then, she heard a gentle knock at the door and rose to open it. Opposite her stood a man with a big package.Delivery for Mrs. Bernice," he said, courtesy-smiling as he extended the package to her."Thank you," she said, taking the package and closing the door behind her. She set it down on the table, her heart racing with curiosity. Who could have sent her something?She unwrapped the package carefully and had been so shocked to see an evening gown in deep emerald green. It was fabulous, the sort of gown which would make every woman look and feel like a queen. As she took it out, a little note fell into her palm from between its folds.She reached for it, hands slightly shaking as she unfolded the note to read the words in Raf
Bernice wakes up with the soft morning sun peeking through the curtain. She is lying cozily in Rafael's arms. The thoughts of last night brought a soft smile onto her lips. Gently, she turns towards Rafael who is sleeping serenely, his breathing rhythm normal.As if to say he could feel her gaze upon him, Rafael stirred. His eyes fluttered open-his somewhat heavy eyes looked squarely at him. When finally he found her, a soft grin spread into his face."Morning, beautiful," Rafael whispered huskily from his sleep."Morning," Bernice replied softly, brushing the strand of hair off his forehead.Rafael leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on her lips, drawing backward far enough only to look into her eyes. "How are you feeling?" he asked with a genuinely curious note in his voice."Happy," Bernice admitted as her heart warmed up to the display of affection in his gaze."Ah, thank goodness," Rafael said, shifting onto his side to prop himself up on his elbow. "I thought, how about we s
The ride back to the apartment was dead silent, tension hanging thick in the air. Bernice's mind reeled with what to say-how could she explain all this? She had this dread inside her, knowing this might just be it, where everything fell apart between them.No sooner were they inside than Rafael whirled to her; his face was grave. "You don't have to say anything, Bernice. I know.Bernice widened her eyes in surprise. "What? "Ethan's my nephew, I know how he can be when he wants to get back at someone," Rafael said, his tone even but a thread of anger underscoring it. "He wanted me to doubt you, to push you away. But for some reason ,I knew he was lying."Bernice's heart stuttered in her chest. "Why didn't you say anything?"Rafael leaned back an inch or so to peer at her. "Let's just forget about Ethan tonight, and let's focus on us. We've been through enough."Bernice nodded, her lips curling into a faint smile. "I'd like that."Bernice stared out the window and smiled, the street li
“Ethan, we need to talk, now!” Olivia’s voice was very tense when she burst into the apartment, breathless. Dropping her purse on the couch, she narrowed her gaze upon Ethan at his usual spot by the dining table working away in front of his laptop.Ethan looked up, surprised at the fire in her voice. “What is it, Olivia? You look like its the end of the world.“It might as well be!” Her hands were shaking, and she snapped at Ethan. “ I will sooner or later get a bump. We need to get married now.”Ethan sighed, shut the screen of his laptop and leaned back. He knew that at some point he had to have this conversation, but it always seemed so far off, and now the time is here. Olivia, I realize you are being driven by nerves and a physical need for the rocking part of marriage; that if we get married all these problems will vanish. We need to be sensible about this.“Don't even think about it, Ethan,” His outrage carried Olivia's excited tones to shrill wavelengths. “People are going t
“You're putting Bernice in charge of the wedding?” Olivia's voice barely concealed her frustration as she aimed at Rafael, trying to keep her emotions in check. They were in Rafael's large living room, where they had just taken a unanimous decision. Olivia would have liked for Rafael to foot the bill without Bernice's help but things went from bad to worse.Rafael leaned back on his chair, his face holding an inscrutable look almost devoid of emotion as he assessed Olivia. “Yeah, Bernice will be doing the wedding preparations. She's got a good eye for these things, and I'm paying for it so her call works out.” Instant discomfort washed over Ethan, who was sitting next to Olivia. He could feel the tension among the women and had no interest in falling victim to friendly fire. He also knew that disagreeing with Rafael was not an option if he wanted to remain in the good books of his uncle. “That is kind of you, uncle,” he said as earnestly as possible. "We appreciate it."Bernice rem
"White roses? How utterly predictable." Bernice practically snarled in disgust, reaching automatically for the sample book that the wedding planner now thrust across her, “But we want something more classic than this. Olivia, don’t you agree?"Olivia clenched her teeth, hoping to keep her voice steady. White roses are the classic ones. They are elegant and timeless.It just made Bernice raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Timeless, yes; but also boring. We can do so much better. Perhaps orchids or peonies."Madam Alice has been watching the exchange silently, she agrees with Bernice “Orchids would be luxury indeed, they are not as common and conventional as roses.”The wedding planner, a well-groomed woman who appeared in her early forties with an air of professionalism, added "Oh orchids are a very beautiful choice and you can get different types of arrangements to match the style. But if the bride insists on roses…”The bride," Bernice interjected caustically, "is mega stressed and not
As Olivia sat with the wedding planner, she was fidgeting in her chair. Her anger was right under her skin, still steaming over from yesterday. Every few minutes she looked at the door, hoping Bernice would arrive soon.Mrs. Davis, the wedding planner, smiled sympathetically at Olivia. It's okay, we will find something for you today. This is your day, after all.”Her smile was faint and didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I just want something that resonates with me, not just what others think I need." Mrs. Davis Bobbed her head and looked sympathetic. “I am going to try my best to help you with that," she said.A couple of seconds later a black, high-end car pulled up. Olivia felt her heart clench as she saw the driver get out and open a back door with an elaborate bow. Bernice emerged from the car and immediately began to fill the place with her commanding presence even before stepping inside.“Good morning, ladies “ Bernice minced over to them, all honey-voiced with a twinge that made O
"You're still going through with this?" Ethan leaned against the counter of the kitchen as Olivia stood at the window, sipping her coffee in a seemingly normal manner. "I thought after yesterday, you'd reconsider."Olivia didn't turn around. Her reflection in the glass showed the calm, composed face he had grown so familiar with. "Reconsider?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?""Because this whole thing is insane!" Ethan pushed off the counter, his frustration boiling over. "We are not ready to get married, Olivia. Bernice…”"Bernice isn't the problem," Olivia broke in, her voice keener now. At last she turned to him, her eyes cold and steady. "She thinks she is, but she's not. What you don't seem to understand, Ethan, is that I'm not doing this for her. I'm doing it for us, for our child."Ethan's jaw clenching seemed to make his face even darker. "This isn't the way I wanted any of this to go down. You think I'm ok with us getting married just because you're pregn
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. "