(ARIELLE’S POV) "Arielle, are you alright?" A voice asked, tapping my shoulder. I instantly jolted back to reality to find Rebecca standing by my side, a worried look on her face. "Yes, of course. Why?" She gave me a look that was both sympathetic and full of concern, her eyes soft. "You’ve been zoning out since you got here, Arielle. It’s okay if you’re not okay. You don’t have to pretend." Her words hit me like a wave, and I felt the knot in my chest tighten even further. I hadn’t been myself. Not since the call with Dwayne. His advice, the questions he’d raised—whether to tell Maverick the truth about his father’s identity, or keep it from him… I was still turning it all over in my head. "I’m fine. Really," I forced a smile, trying to brush it off, but I could feel how fake it sounded. Rebecca didn’t buy it. She tilted her head, looking at me carefully. "You’re not fine, boss. You should go get some rest. Really. You’ve been through so much lately. It’s okay to take a break
(JARED'S POV)I had just wrapped up a virtual meeting and was about to dive back into work when Arielle’s call flashed across my screen.The unexpected sight of her name made my heart skip a beat. There was a flicker of hope. Stupid, maybe, considering how firmly she’d shut me out before, but I couldn’t help it. Perhaps this was it. Maybe she had a change of heart. Maybe she was calling to let me meet my son.I know, it sounded foolish. But a man was allowed to dream."Hello," I answered the call, trying to sound casual but I knew it betrayed how my heart was leaping with anticipation.But no amount of preparation could’ve braced me for what I heard next. Her voice—sharp, frantic, panicked—broke through the phone, jagged and hysterical. "Maverick’s missing! Someone took him from school... I thought it was you..."Her words hit me like a gut punch, stealing my breath.I hated hearing her so terrified, so out of control. I immediately tried to calm her, assure her that I hadn’t taken Ma
(JARED’S POV)Denzel Hernandez.The name hit me like a punch to the gut. The last person I wanted to hear from, not when my world was already falling apart. My grip on the phone tightened as anger surged through me—why the hell was he calling now?"Look, I don't know how you got my number, but I don't have time for your silly games," I snapped, ready to press the "end call" button."Oh, don't hang up, Jared," Denzel’s voice was as smooth as ever. "You'll want to hear what I have to say. Trust me on this."“What the hell do you want?”"Well you really should know. There’s a kid with me, I think his name is…Maverick?"My heart slammed against my ribs, the world narrowing to a single point. So it was him."You bastard! What have you done to him?" My voice was low and deadly, barely controlled. My grip on the phone threatened to crush it.“Nothing,” he said coolly. “At least not yet. There’s a small mole on his left earlobe huh?” "Denzel," I said, barely containing the venom in my words.
(JARED'S POV)The engine of my car hummed, my heart churning with dread. I was leaving the city, its bustling ambience now gradually swallowed by the deserted path that led to the warehouse. As I drew nearer, my grip on the steering wheel tightened. This whole thing still didn’t feel right. Some key questions were not answered. But I had no time to dig that deeper, not when it was sure that Maverick was in Dwayne’s hand.Every mile that took me farther from the city felt like a weight dragging me into an abyss. Maverick. His face flashed through my mind. Even though I haven't had the chance to meet him properly as a father, I could tell he was an adorable child.And now he was somewhere out there, in Denzel’s filthy hands.Finally, I arrived and brought the car to a halt as I stared at the warehouse. Momentarily, I took in its dilapidated outlook. Broken windows, rusting metal, and crumbling concrete testified to years of neglect.I tried so hard not to paint a mental picture of Mav
(ARIELLE’S POV)I sat huddled on the couch in the dimly lit living room downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands trembling so violently I could barely hold them still. Thirty hours. Thirty hours since the last time I saw my son, and I hadn’t slept a minute. Not a single second of rest had come, no matter how heavy my eyelids felt or how desperately I tried to will myself into unconsciousness.Ashley sat beside me, her presence a small comfort in the sea of anxiety. She had rushed down to be with me the moment I made a distressed call to her. She kept trying to console me, but her words barely broke through the suffocating fog of dread that gripped my heart. Together, we've sat, praying and waiting for feedback from Jared. Every minute felt like a year, and each second without news from Jared gnawed at my soul."What if he's not able to save my son?" I asked, turning to face Ashley. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get rid of the feeling of dread and fear brewing
ARIELLE'S POV)It's been days since the kidnap incident, and I'd been trying to move on, getting back to my life. Though the experience still lingered, I took preventive measures to ensure it didn't repeat itself. I’d taken the week off, leaving the restaurant in the capable hands of Stephan and Rebecca. They’d managed everything flawlessly, for which I was endlessly grateful. First, I took Maverick to the doctor the very next day. The relief I felt when I was assured he was physically unharmed was immeasurable. Next, I made him talk to a children’s therapist—just to be certain the experience hadn’t left any invisible scars. Thankfully, the therapist was confident Maverick wasn’t traumatized. My son, it seemed, was stronger than I could have ever imagined. My heart swelled with pride.Then came the hard part: security. I enforced stricter measures, something I’d once resisted for fear of making Maverick feel trapped. From now on, only his Nana, Big Joe, or I would pick him up from
(ARIELLE'S POV) Maverick’s curiosity was boundless, and Jared answered each of his questions with a patience that somehow irritated and intrigued me. But then Maverick dropped a bombshell. "Dad, will you stay the night?" Maverick asked, his eyes gleaming expectantly. Heat shot up my face, and when I glanced at Jared, he looked just as caught off guard, his brows arching in surprise. "Maverick, that's enough questions for now," I said firmly, after regaining composure. But he persisted. "Please Daddy." Jared's eyes met mine, and I could see the uncertainty in them. "Maverick, listen to your Mommy," he said gently, supporting me for once. “Why not, Daddy? I just want to spend more time with you. Please, Mom?” Maverick’s pleading tone was starting to break my resolve. At this point, I knew I had to put a stop to his questions else we might get to an awkward position. "Maverick, we're still eating. Let's talk about this later, okay?" Jared quickly nodded in agreement. "Ye
(ARIELLE'S POV)I stood, frozen, my mind still reeling from Jared's revelation. The hell? Jared Smith, the ever-composed billionaire, suddenly broke and homeless? It didn’t add up. Especially not with his influential family in the wings. What kind of game was he playing this time?The toothbrush still dangled from my mouth. And then I managed to regain composure and turned to Maverick, he was too young to overhear whatever nonsense Jared was about to spew next."Hey, baby, why don't you go introduce your new puppy to Milo? I'm sure he'd be happy to have a puppy sibling," I said sweetly.Maverick’s face lit up. Without a word, he clutched the squirming dog and bolted inside, leaving me alone with Jared.The moment the door clicked shut, I turned to face Jared again, with my arms folded.“Cut the act, Jared. What’s really going on?”“I told you the truth,” he insisted, his tone maddeningly calm. “I sold my shares in J&S. I’m homeless, Arielle.”I studied his expression, said in a sure
(ARIELLE’S POV)When Jared finally answered my call, I could sense the stress he was already going through from his voice."Arielle, I'm in the middle of something. Can I call you back?"I hesitated, unsure how to approach this. The news still echoed in my mind, and I could barely find the words. "I… just saw the news," I chose to ignore the part where I had heard his confession, trying to focus on what really mattered. "What's going on?"He sighed, and I could almost hear him rubbing his temples. "Everything's fine. It's just a misunderstanding. My PR team will handle it, and by tomorrow, no one will remember this made-up story."His words were a little reassuring. I tried not to stress him further, not wanting to add to his stress. "I'm not worried about you; I'm just afraid this will affect our son's open day.""Don't worry,” He smiled softly, “I have everything under control. The Open Day will go smoothly, and this scandal will blow over," he assured me.I nodded, even though he c
(Jared’s POV)I knew I had to get out of here before the situation grew worse. The frenzy was growing by the seconds, with Sofia's mother still yelling and weeping, throwing accusations at me left and right.I tried to step away amidst the crowd of reporters swarming around me, but they were relentless, shoving the mics close to my mouth, asking questions, and urging me to answer "Mr. Smith, is it true you drove your fiancee to attempt suicide?" One reporter asked, her voice loud and accusatory.“No. That’s not true.” I refuted simply, struggling to keep my composure. Every word I spoke felt like it was being twisted, and the situation was only getting worse. The best choice was to shut up.I pulled out my phone, my jaw clenched in frustration and anger. I didn’t know what the Golds were playing at, but they wouldn’t get away with this. If they thought they could destroy my reputation with lies and scandal, they were gravely mistaken.Oliver picked up on the first ring. “What can I d
(JARED'S POV) “Ma’am, you need to quiet down. You’re drawing so much attention to us,” Tiana rushed over to restrain her. “Let them hear! Let the world hear, Jared Smith, you wicked man!” Sofia’s mother screamed, her voice raw with grief and fury. “It’s your fault my daughter is in that ICU, fighting for her life! If anything happens to her, I swear to God, you will pay for this!” Her words were like a slap, each one stinging with a venom. I took a step back, trying to keep my own voice steady, trying to keep control. “Come on, ma’am, this isn’t the time for this. This isn’t the place for this kind of conversation.” “I’ll speak my mind whenever I damn well please, Jared!” she spat, her face twisted with anger. It was then that I saw him—the man standing at her side. Sofia’s father. I had no idea he was here. Wasn’t he supposed to be recovering from his illness? What was he doing here, in the same hospital as Sofia? Sofia’s father took off the oxygen mask he’d been holding against
(JARED’S POV.)The room was still covered in a cloud of smoke. I stood in a state of confusion, unsure whether to start cleaning the kitchen from the pan on the floor or the lump of burnt ginseng lying on the other side of the kitchen. Then there was the cooktop to clean out.Arielle shook her head and opened the windows wider to let out the smoke.“Oh yeah,” I cursed under my breath and beat her to open the sliding glass doors that led to the backyard.“What were you even cooking?” she asked, with an amused smile.“I was trying to cook some soup,” I replied like a child caught doing something silly.Dwayne, unbothered by the chaos, continued preparing his Caesar salad. “I told him to stick to stocks and shares, but he didn’t listen,” he chuckled, clearly finding this whole thing amusing.“This is all funny to you, right? Well, it’s all your fault. If you hadn’t riled me up I’d have kept my focus on the pan and none of this would have happened,” I pointed at him accusingly.Dwayne shr
(JARED’S POV)I couldn’t quite put what I was doing in the kitchen into the adequate words, but I felt my way through it. I pulled out a pan from the cupboard above me and placed it down on the cooktop. Moments later, Dwayne shuffled into the room.Arielle had fallen asleep on our watch— more like she’d asked us to give her space to rest from our bickering. It was always Dwayne instigating fights and bickering.“You’re not given up on seeking me out, huh?” I said to him with a little eye roll.He let out a scoff and walked past me to the other end of the kitchen. “You wish. I’m here for something better. You’re not worth my time,” he said.I bit back a sharp retort and pretended his words hadn’t sent a convulsing sting down my spine. He was clearly in the kitchen for some silly competition. But I was more than ready for him this time. Arielle was yet to touch either of our flasks which were cooling away in the fridge somewhere. So technically, we didn’t have any place making more food
(ARIELLE’S POV)I turned in my sleep. My left side was beginning to hurt from lying on it for too long. Morning sounds floated around me, and I dated a peek out the open window from my lying position. The lights hit my eye with such harshness that I shut them back and willed myself to go back to sleep. I was very grateful to be lying on my own bed, in my own room, under my own roof, far away from the smell of disinfectant and air freshener laced with a myriad of medicine smells. I felt nauseous at the mere thought. This felt good— being back in my room felt good.But apparently, fate had other plans because almost immediately I settled in for another round of sleep, the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house filled my ears and chased away whatever little tranquility I was trying to savor.The ringing didn’t stop no matter how hard I tried to will it away into nonexistence. I let out a weak sigh and gently threw the bed covers off my body. I swung my legs down to the floor wit
(DWAYNE’S POV)I paused in my tracks as I took some moment to take in the sight before me. Arielle was sitting up on the bed, while Jared sat at the foot, feeding her. Scanning the room further, I realized there was no sign of Mrs Meyers and Maverick.Where could they be? But the sight before me wouldn't let me dwell much on the thought. It was hard to ascertain how I felt at the moment. The scene playing out before me was proof that all my efforts have been wasted. I briefly stared down at the food package in my hand, and for a moment, I wanted to match over to Jared and haul him away from her.That was supposed to be me. How come he was here this early, earlier than I was? From the look of things, it seemed I wasn't the only one who had the plan of returning early to the hospital this morning.If only that traffic that occurred on my way here didn't happen, I probably wouldn't be in this position. And Jared wouldn't be having the time of his life smirking at me triumphantly.“I dou
(JARED'S POV)"Are you in that much hurry to get rid of us?" I asked Maverick, raising a brow as I tried to stifle a grin. He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with more mischief. "Maybe. My mommy needs rest and she doesn't need two bodyguards watching over her."Dwayne and I exchanged puzzled looks. What was this kid saying? We were trying to protect his mother, not guard her like prisoners. As if on cue, Mrs Meyers, who was almost dozing off on her seat, stirred and opened her eyes. She tiredly stretched her arms, and then her eyes landed on us."It's time for you two to leave," she announced, her voice gentle but firm. "You should go home, freshen up, and have a change of clothes and proper meals. I appreciate you both coming, but I just have to insist that you leave."Dwayne and I protested in unison. "We're fine–" but she held up a hand, cutting us off."I mean it, you two. You can't stay here all night. Besides, I'm sure you both have work to attend to tomorrow." She glanced at t
JARED’S POV)I arrived at the office, intent on doing a little work before returning to the hospital. But concentration never felt like a Herculean task like it felt for me today. The more I tried to focus on work, the more my mind remained restless. My thoughts kept drifting back to Arielle, wondering if she was okay. And the other times, it wandered to Oliver, and if he has been able to get the drug from Sofia.Two hours later, as I sat behind my laptop, fiddling with the keys, Oliver returned. "I got the drug," he said, his face in a smile as he walked in and closed the door behind him.I sat up in my chair, my eyes conveying my curiosity. "That easy?" I asked, my tone skeptical.He sighed, taking a seat in front of my desk. "Miss Sofia refused at first–wouldn't even open the door," he explained. "But then Miss Tiana intervened, spoke to her privately for a while and that did the trick because the next minute, she walked out smiling, the drug in her hand."I frowned, my eyes dilat