Rafael sat in his big office, staring at a small leather wristband that was in his hand. A modest piece frayed and faded, but its significance was far from ordinary. Bernice had given it to him, saying they needed something tangible to show a symbol of their commitment to each other. One year into their marriage, everything felt so perfect. Their love story felt like a fairy tale that came through He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. Six months and I can't get you out of my head. Why, Bernice? Why did you do it? The questions tormented him, kept him awake at night and distracted him during the day. Sure she had committed the crime, he caught her in the act. But he gave her no chance to explain, to tell her story.And in that smooth backward movement of his back, somehow, a resolution crystallized in Rafael's brain: he would get to the bottom of it, and he had to hear it from no other than Bernice's lips herself.He leaned forward and punched the intercom bu
Ethan was wearing a trench on his office floor. Eyes that had scanned ceaselessly around the room again came to rest on the map of the city across his desk, circled in red at every place he'd gone, every dead end.Where in the name of all that's holy are you, Bernice?" he growled aloud, hunching over the desk as though his will could wring from the map its secret. "How can you just disappear?His new secretary, Ben, was fidgeting beside the door, unable to bear his boss's obsession to trace this vanishing woman off the face of the earth. "Boss, you're running crazy," he dared to say. "You have been on it now for weeks; perhaps it is time to let go.”Let her go?" Ethan repeated, his voice low and the flash in his eyes belying it. "She is not some loose end to be tied up and then forgotten about. She is a threat. She can come back and ruin everything I built. She has already turned Rafael against me once. I won't give her another chance.”Ben swallowed hard before continuing a great
"Liam, it's Rafael. Come out so we can talk.The call had been short, his voice clipped and curt, almost as if talking to his ex-wife's cousin was the chore with which he was barely willing to put up. Liam stalled for quite a while longer before calling him back, agreeing to meet Rafael at a downtown coffee shop. It wasn't much more than what it had been; then again, he wasn't exactly looking to let Rafael off easy.Now he sat at the corner table of this dingy café, eyes fixed on the door. He'd seen Rafael out of control once before, the nasty mess of their divorce. What then, for God's sake, could he be looking for with Bernice?Rafael walked in through the door, his eyes scanning the room until they zeroed in on Liam. His face didn't show any form of emotion. In one decisive stride, he cut across the room to slide into the chair opposite Liam and didn't waste any time extending a greeting."You're late," Liam said coolly, leaning back in his chair.Rafael flipped the comment onto
Bernice stared into her empty storefront, her small fashion studio. In the eye of her mind, one hurricane raged, in unending memories, frenetic nights that didn't let her sleep, endless work, and one balancing race to bring up her twins Luca and Mia all on her own. "Belle Designs" had been a dream, but one at which she had fought to keep breathing.She felt the tiniest patter of tiny feet behind her and turned to see Luca toddle toward her, clutching a now-crumpled sketch she had been working on. He was barely two but had already received a knack for finding trouble. Bernice smiled and scooped him up in her arms, planting a kiss on his chubby cheek. "You're going to be my little artist, huh?"Not wanting to be left out, Mia jabbered from the playpen, "Mama!" Little hands waved in the air, and Bernice's heart went mushy. Those two were her joys in life, the reason she struggled so hard every single day.Her ringing phone yanked her back to reality. She peered at the caller ID; it was
"Mama, I'm a pirate!" Luca shouted, swinging a cardboard sword high overhead.She bit her lip, stifling a giggle, watching him sideways as he sat at the kitchen table in the middle of creating some new design, but it was hard not to avoid the antics of Luca. His sister Mia was second to none, savoring every moment in busying herself with stacking blocks into what looked like an intricate castle for her brother's pirate ship to conquer.“Luca, sweetie, not with the sword," Bernice hollered, eyes still on her sketch. "I don't want you accidentally poking Mia.""I won't, Mama!" Luca promised with a grin that melted Bernice's heart.She looked up at the clock-heck of time; all the weight of responsibility fell squarely onto her shoulders again. It was still only mid-morning, and she was already exhausted. Between Belle Designs and two rambunctious two-year-olds to deal with, at times she had been pulled in every direction at once."Clara, I need more hours in a day," she grumbled under
"Mama, hurry!" Luca pulled at Bernice's hand, bubbling with excitement as they entered the daycare. "I wanna show you my painting!""Coming, baby," Bernice replied, chuckling as she looked down at her son with his exuberant face, while Mia was a little more subdued but shining nonetheless with anticipation as she clung onto her other hand.Today had been family day at the daycare, and all the parents had been invited down to see what the kids had been up to. She had looked forward to it, even as the weight of her meeting with Alexander Cole sat right in the back of her mind."Mummy, can I have two cookies?" Mia asked hopefully, her eyes wide.“We shall see,” said Bernice, smiling at the ingenuous request of her daughter. Let's go see your paintings first.Colorful pictures covered every wall as Bernice entered the main room. Kids and parents were laughing and chatting loudly, creating a lively atmosphere. Delicious smells of freshly baked treats filled the air."There it is!" Luca let
"Are you okay, Mommy?" Luca asked his little brows furrowed in concern. "You're not smiling.Bernice dropped to her knees and pulled the twins into her embrace. "I'm fine, my loves-just a little tired.""Maybe you need cookies!" Mia suggested brightly."Cookies do sound good," Bernice replied, trying to be every bit as peppy as her daughter was. "Let's make some together.”The twins giggled and rolled cookie dough into balls as Bernice's mind chewed on her meeting with Alexander just one week ago. He had offered to help, but she'd turned him flat. Now, she wasn't so sure that was such a good decision."Mommy, look!" Mia squealed, holding up a dough ball that was more mess than form."Perfect!" Bernice said, forcing a smile. "Just like your drawing."Later that evening, while she cleaned up the kitchen, the phone buzzed once more. Alexander was on the other end. She let out a soft sigh and picked it up."Bernice," he said, smooth as ice. "How are you holding up?""I'm surviving," she r
The boardroom was thick with anticipation as Bernice adjusted her blouse collar, checking her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. It was finally here; the day she would make her announcement concerning her business venture with Alexander Cole. “Are you ready for this?” Clara asked the assistant and confident who had been double-checking camera equipment for what must have felt like the hundredth time."I think so," Bernice replied, catching her breath. "I have never done anything like this before."Clara smiled reassuringly. "You got this. You are the boss after all. You do set your boundaries and stick to them."Bernice nodded, her breath catching. "Right. No personal entanglements. Just business.”The door opened and Alexander strolled in, just oozing confidence. "Bernice! You look great," he said with a very warm smile."Oh, thanks, you too," she said with the color of her cheeks instantly one shade of pink.But the closer he was to her, the bolt running inside her seemed
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. "