"Where am I?" Bernice's voice trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking through the dimmed light of the unfamiliar room. Her head pounded and her limbs felt heavy as though she had been drugged. The soft satin sheets under her felt foreign, the smell of the room unfamiliar. Panic set in pretty fast when she realised she wasn't alone.She sat bolt upright, her breath catching in her throat. A man lay beside her, shirtless, his dark hair tousled as if they'd shared a night together. Bernice's heart was racing while her stomach turned with nausea, trying to piece together how she'd gotten there."No… this cannot be happening…" she muttered to herself, tugging the sheet up tightly to her body. The head was cloudy; the last thing she had remembered was dizzy at the wedding reception. She had gone to rest …and then everything went black.He stirred beside her, turning slightly in her direction. His smirk sent a run of chills down her spine. "Good morning, beautiful," he drawled low a
"Was this what you wanted, Olivia?" Ethan's voice came low, some discomfort laced in his tone, and they stood in shadows as they watched the aftermath unfold across the grand ballroom.Olivia sipped her champagne, the sparkle in her eyes lively as she glanced around the room. "What are you talking about, Ethan? We won. Bernice is out of the picture. Isn't this what we've both wanted all along?"Ethan squirmed in his seat as he watched the whispers take flight like a wildfire among the guests. The wedding reception, which got underway only a few hours ago, had degenerated into an out and out scandal. He could already hear the gasps of surprise, murmurs of incredulity, and quiet snickers of speculation over Bernice's alleged affair. It was precisely what Olivia wanted, but it was far from his liking.I never thought this would go this far," Ethan muttered, clenching his fists at his sides. "You drugged her, Olivia. You set her up to ruin her life. This is no game."Olivia simply rolled
Bernice sat on the edge of the bed in a small, unfamiliar room. The tiny hotel that was far from the grand mansion she once called home was cold and suffocating. She stared at her phone, hands trembling, praying just for a message, a call, any presence of Rafael. But the screen was blank, deafening silence.She had been exiled, cast out of the mansion and out of Rafael's life, with nothing but the clothes on her back. The scandal had spread like wildfire, and now everyone believed she had betrayed Rafael. It didn't matter that she had absolutely no recollection as to what transpired that night, her words against the damning image of her waking up beside a stranger.Why won't he just listen to me?" she said to herself, her grip on the phone tighter. "Why won't he just believe me?"A tear rolled down her face and in that same instant, she managed to wipe it away. She couldn't afford to be weak now, not after all Olivia and Ethan had done to her.There was a knock at the door, and Bernic
"Perhaps it is time to end this." The thought had been running in Ethan's head for days on end. There was this guilt, acting like a seesaw in his head, with what he and Olivia did to Bernice weighing it down with every minute passing by. It had gotten out of hand far more than he had ever thought it would. One thing is deceit; and another, ruining someone's whole life.His fist crashed down onto the table in frustration. "Why am I even feeling this way?" he growled. "Bernice deserved it. Didn't she?"The more he told himself that, the less obstinate that tight knot in his stomach seemed. Olivia really must have been all right with the way things played out since she moved on like nothing had taken place. Ethan wasn't wired that way, though. He wasn't heartless, at least not wholly.He must see Bernice if only to reassure himself that she deserves what is coming to her.******The restaurant was dimly lit; the few people at the tables seemed to fade out into the shrouding atmosphere, a
"I don't even know who I am anymore."This was a whispered utterance from Bernice as she stared up at the ceiling of Liam's apartment. The room was dimly lit, silently evasive into the muted sounds of the city outside. She sat on the couch edge, arms tightly wrapped around her as if holding together the pieces of a shattered life.Liam sat opposite her, both his eyes locked onto hers in equal measures of sympathy and frustration. He'd seen Bernice fall apart before, but this time it was different, deeper, it seemed, the damage having been wrought."You're still Bernice," Liam said softly. "But you are not the same person you were with Rafael. You've changed."A harsh, contemptuous snort blew out of Bernice as she shook her head. "Changed? I lost everything, Liam. My home, my husband, my dignity. And to think where to begin piecing it all back together is just something I don't know."Liam leant forward, his elbows on his knees as he looked down at her. "Perhaps it is time for a clean
Bernice sat on the little wooden table in the small, new apartment staring out of the window at the quiet town below. The street was still; morning's hum as quiet as her thoughts.“How did it all go wrong?” How did I let my guard down? she'd left it all behind, and somehow that problem found its way to where she was,miles away from Rafael, Ethan, and Olivia. But yet still they etched themselves in her brain, every single betrayal fresh as an open wound.The ringing in her hand snapped her back into focus as her phone bleated Liam's name across the screen."How're you holding up?" His voice came through steady, yet laced with concern.Bernice let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know, Liam. I thought it would be easier, you know, once I got away from there, but-" Her voice fell silent as her eyes scanned the small apartment now called home. "It still seems like they are here. Like I am still mired in the middle of their deceptions.""You've only been gone a week," he whispered. "It's going t
"You're pregnant, Bernice."These were words which to her sounded like a freight train which had just run over her. She sat looking in utter disbelief at this older woman, holding onto the edge of the examination table. "I'm what?" Her voice shook between shock and confusion.Dr. Marshall gave her an understanding, sympathetic smile, softening in her eyes. "You are pregnant, Bernice. And from the scans, it does appear that you have twins."Bernice blinked, her mind attempted to reach out and process the words. “Twins?” She shook her head, as if stirring from a dream. "Impossible. This isn't supposed to happen.""I know this is a lot to take in," Dr. Marshall said in soft delicacy. "But I have reviewed your results, and you are about ten weeks gone; both of your babies look healthy.’Bernice's stomach did somersaults, and her heart quivered right there in her chest. She barely heard the words above the wild rush of panic running through her head. Twins. How could she be pregnant, much
"Still thinking about her aren't you?Rafael jerked at the suddenness of Ethan's voice, hadn't even heard his nephew slip into his office. Rafael finally raised his head from his desk, his eyes unyielding and cold, but there was something in his gaze that betrayed him. His mind had played over and over again, the image of Bernice in that hotel room entwined around some boy like a betrayal made flesh.I'm fine," Rafael growled, trying to shove the memories aside. "Just… a lot on my mind."Ethan smirked as he plopped himself down in the chair across from Rafael's desk, leaning back casual-as if he owned the place. "You don't look fine, Uncle. You look like a man who's been played."Rafael's jaw tightened. "I'm not in the mood for this.”"Come on, " Ethan pressed, in a falsely light tone. "You don't have to playact for me. I know what's going through your mind.""Do you?" Rafael snarled, eyes slitted. "Because right now I'm not altogether sure I do."Ethan bends forward, his voice taking
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. "