"Where is she?" Alexander cut, his voice only marginally controlled as his eyes scanned the empty lounge.Clara jumped with his sudden entrance. "She didn't say exactly, sir," she stammered as she hugged Mia tightly into her arms. "She just asked me to look after Mia until she returns with Luca."A feeling of falling hit Alexander's stomach. He turned away from Clara, running a hand through his hair as a wave of panic overcame him. "She's gone to the hideout, hasn't she?""I…I don't know," Clara stammered. "She didn't say anything about a hideout. She just left all quiet. I thought she-"She went alone," Alexander muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing as realization came to him. "Of course she did. Dammit, Bernice!”Clara stepped back, her eyes rising at the storm brewing in his eyes. "Sir, is she in danger?”Alexander did not say another word. His fingers were already flying across the buttons of his phone, dialing Detective Marcus' number, and he was furiously storming across the
"Yes, positive?" Ethan's voice finally cut into the tension pacing the room, hands sunk deep into his pockets. Threw Olivia a sidewards glance, his face furrowing slightly with his doubt.Olivia did not raise her head from the phone still clutched in her hand. Her eyes were as cold as ice, calculating. "We do not have a choice, Ethan. She is coming. With or without the police, Bernice will not make it out alive. "Ethan froze from pacing up and down in the room; all his agitation was scribed across his face. "You are talking of killing her and the child."Olivia's gaze snapped up; her lips arced wickedly. "Precisely. The moment she steps into that hideout, it is over for both her and the child. They are loose ends, Ethan. We can't afford to leave loose ends behind.”He felt his back quiver as she said this so calmly, with not the tiniest hesitation, it shook him. "And what if she doesn't come with the police? If she shows up alone?""Then she's even more of a fool than I thought," Oli
"Where is he?" Bernice's voice betrayed a slight quake through her eyes that stared solid as rock. She was in this hideout with two men standing over her, both carrying guns."You think you just walk in here and demand your kid like it is nobody's business?" the scar-faced man sneered, hoary as weathered leather.She straightened, fists bunched against her hips, her heart racing. "I'm alone. No police, just me. I came to take Luca and leave. This doesn't have to go sour."The other kidnapper stepped closer; he was bigger and more threatening than the first one, his gun showing at his hip. "We know you're alone, lady. But it's not up to you how this goes down."A lump swelled in her throat, but she refused to back down. Their stare weighed on hers, cold and unfeeling, but everything else fled from her mind now that there was Luca. Each second dragged like a lifetime."Where is my son?" she tried again to ask, this time her voice carrying well. “I need to see him.”The little man snorte
"Get down!" Alexander boomed into the room as he burst in. He saw the gun against Bernice's head and in less than a second, launched himself forward.The next second, a shot rang in the air. Bernice screamed as her world came crashing down and her mind refused to believe that horrific scene playing right in front of her eyes."No!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and animal, as Alexander fell before her, his body heavy upon the ground. Blood flowered across his shirt, dark and bright.The room exploded into chaos. The tall kidnapper whirled about, gun now shaking in confusion, but it was too late. Liam and Marcus flowed forward like a tide, pinning the gunman to the floor."Secure the room!" Marcus yelled as he drove scar face down onto the floor, wrestling the gun from him. "Take them both out of here!""Alexander!" Bernice gushed as she dropped to her knees beside him. Her hands shook as they hovered over his chest, uncertain where to touch or how to help.Alexander breathed shallowl
"You can't leave me. Not like this," Bernice whispered, shaking. She sat in the cold sterile waiting room. Staring blankly at the double doors of the operating room. Her hands clasped tightly in her lap were stained with dried blood. His blood. She had scrubbed them repeatedly but could not seem to shake the feeling from them.Liam paced further, his gaze always back at time. "It has taken too long. What's taking them so damn long?""Surgery takes time," Detective Marcus finally said, trying not to break his voice. Not that he was that kind of man, but tonight was an exception. "We just have to wait."How am I supposed to just wait?" Bernice's voice broke; her eyes came up to theirs. "He's in there because of me. He took that bullet for me. I should've-""No." Liam's voice cut sharp as he stopped his pacing, turned to face her. "Don't start that. You didn't make him do anything. He did it because he cares about you. You know that."She had dragged in a chest, by Liam's words so desper
The shrill ringing of Olivia's phone cut into the thick atmosphere of silence hanging in the air. She turned to Ethan, then picked up the call with fingers that shook just a little. "It's them," she muttered, hitting the answer button and pressing the phone against her ear. "What happened?"Ethan watched her closely, his heartbeat racing, as one could already tell something was not right; there must have been someone on the other end talking with her as Olivia's face darkened.“You're telling me it was a shootout?!?" Olivia spat, the knuckles white on the phone. Hot anger flashed through her eyes as she listened, her heart fluttering at an incredible rate as she paced left and right across the room. "You were supposed to just kill her, without any problems! How in the heck could this go so wrong?”Ethan's gut clenched, his jaw twisted. He could catch only snatches of their words, but that was enough: kidnapping failed, and Alexander got involved. The unease that had so recently taken
"Aunty Bernice, where is Daddy?" Lily's soft voice cut the silence in the house as she stared upward with her big innocent eyes.Bernice knelt down before the little girl, pushing one stray curl of hair behind her ear. "He is still in the hospital, sweetie," she said softly and in a low tone, the slightest quiver crossing over her voice momentarily. "The doctors are helping him get better."Luly turned to her, raising one eyebrow. "But when does he come home?"The painful will that she could give Lily the answers she needed, even though she did not know whether Alexander was coming back or not, made her heart constrict. "I don't know, Lily," she whispered, trying to hold down the sorrow inside her. "But we're gonna hope and pray that he does, okay?”She nodded, the small hand extended for Bernice's fingers. "Okay."Pitter-patter running up the hall turned Bernice back to her twins, Luca and Mia, as they burst into the room. "Mom, can we have dessert?" he asked, eyes lighting bright in
"Was it real?" Rafael muttered, pacing with the length of his study where his mind was already swollen with memories. Yet he could envisage it. That image seared upon his brain; Bernice with another man. He fisted his hands at his sides, this doubt which gnawed at him for years. Had he seen all that the thought he did or had he let his anger blind his judgment?He looked forth by the great window over the garden, but his gaze was far indeed from the peaceful scene. It was years, yet never a whit had the torture worn. The vision of Bernice with that man seemed some hideous nightmare from which he could not wake. But now… now something has altered. Something stirred in his mind and woke him to doubt all that had gone before.The knock cut through his reverie. Rafael heaved a heavy sigh, ran a hand over his face, and called out, "Come in."The door creaked open, and in came Madam Looking so grave. She was more than the confident head of the house to him, even more so in stormy moments
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. "