"Have you chosen what you're going to wear?" Fausto asked Stella."Yes. How are you feeling?" Stella reached out, checking Fausto's temperature. She sensed his stress, especially with their cousins around. She was waiting for Fausto to introduce her before dealing with those she suspected had something to do with Lauro's disappearance."I'm good, don't sweat it. You just gotta show 'em you're tough," Fausto advised.Stella gave Fausto a small smile. "I promised to let you lead the way with my life decisions from now on."Fausto smiled back, feeling proud of Stella's resilience. She'd toughened up since everything went down, and he might even owe a thanks to the guy who got her pregnant."Grandpa, I'd rather keep Zion under wraps, if possible," Stella confided.Fausto understood. He didn't want word getting out about his great-grandson either, especially because he was a boy. Zion was staying where Stella grew up, and they could see him whenever. But Fausto didn't want Zion hidden
Diana glanced at the woman staring at them. When their eyes met, shock registered on her face. "Stella?"Stella wasn't surprised that Diana was shocked to see her. After all, Diana didn't know Stella's true identity, so it was understandable why she was puzzled to see her there on that floor.Stella was about to step closer to Diana when the man she was talking to turned to face her. If Diana was surprised to see her, Stella was now the one shocked to recognize the man.Charles frowned when he recognized the woman he had turned to look at. Earlier, he thought he had misheard the name Diana mentioned. He never imagined he would see his long-lost ex-wife in this company."Gosh, it is you, Stella!" Diana exclaimed dramatically and quickly approached her. "What are you doing here? I mean, when did you become an employee at our company?"Stella wanted to roll her eyes but held back. She also stifled a laugh at Diana claiming the company as hers.Her expression darkened when she turned
"Sir, the meeting is about to start."Charles turned to his secretary, realizing she had followed him. He sighed, then headed back to the conference room.Stella, meanwhile, had lost interest in going to the conference room. A sudden headache made her decide to leave.Alex quickly approached her, offering support as they made their way to the elevator.Charles tightened his grip into a fist as he spotted the man with Stella. So, it was the same guy from the photo. He sensed a connection between this man and the company, which clarified their presence. As the elevator doors shut, Stella and Charles exchanged icy glares."Are you okay?" Alex asked, concerned."Let's head straight to Zion," she murmured, her voice tense.Alex didn't press for more details and complied with her directive.At the mansion, Fausto grew impatient as he waited for the call from his assistant. Another twenty minutes passed before the phone finally rang."Sir, my apologies for the delay," Leonard said hu
"Is this the friend you mentioned before, Diana?" Vanz asked, eyeing the man."Yes!" She smiled, clinging to his arm. "He's the one, so please don't give him a hard time here."Mauro scratched his head, realizing he couldn't refuse Diana's invitation now. He knew Vanz well—he was one of the candidates for CEO of the company.Vanz turned to Mauro with a friendly smile. "Nice to see you again. Sorry about all the questions earlier in the conference room."Diana pouted and lightly pulled at Vanz's arm, signaling her disapproval of his earlier behavior."It's okay. Business is business. If I were in your shoes, I'd do the same. Thanks for being professional, and please, treat me like anyone else, even though I'm friends with Diana.""Mauro, don't worry. Vanz talks like this because we're not at work. Just get used to it; he treats everyone close to me the same way," Diana said, squeezing Vanz's arm to emphasize her point. She wanted Mauro to understand that refusing her could impact
"Ma'am, I'll whip up your favorite breakfast," Marimar said quickly before rushing away from Stella.Stella wanted to stop her, but Marimar was already gone. Turning back to Charles, she sensed a strange emotion in his eyes. Despite her disbelief, it seemed like a touch of longing lingered in his gaze.Charles, briefly adrift, blinked, regaining his focus. He couldn't quite grasp his earlier emotions. "Good to see you haven't completely forgotten about Grandpa," he commented.Stella's anger flared at his words. She doubted her own eyes from before. Charles stayed as arrogant as ever, showing no kindness toward her. He still saw her only as a gold digger and a fake.She replied, "I'm not here for trouble. I didn't come to chat with you."Charles paused, taken aback by Stella's icy tone. He looked into her eyes, but they held no emotion. It dawned on him that she had changed. He missed the warmth and pleading in her gaze she used to show him.Quickly, Stella turned away, uncomforta
"Stella, please be patient with Charles. You don't have to worry about me because I have a nurse taking care of me. I'm just happy to see you now, and I feel at ease knowing you seem happy with your life," said Ramon.Stella smiled and nodded at him before looking at Charles. "I married someone wealthy, so I don't have to work hard anymore."Charles clenched his jaw, clearly upset. He couldn't stand that Stella didn't need him now because her new partner was richer."But don't worry, I'll still visit Grandpa Ramon and take care of him when I can. I'm welcome here anytime, right? After all, this is my house.""Of course, but please let Grandpa stay here. He likes living here," Charles replied stiffly.Stella shook her head as she looked at him. It seemed like he had grown his hair out just to spite her.'Don't flatter yourself. He's not growing his hair because of you,' she thought. 'Maybe he's just too busy and hasn't had time for a haircut,' she whispered to herself, amused.In
"Are you certain she took the millions you mentioned in exchange for her freedom?" Ramon asked, further baffling Charles. All Charles knew was that Stella had accepted the money and left."And you believe she has another man?" Ramon pressed Charles again."Grandpa, you heard her earlier. She said she's married now," Charles replied reluctantly.Ramon shook his head in disbelief. "I hope Sophie isn't foolish in choosing her spouse. And I hope she isn't blind to the truth, like you."Charles sighed softly, choosing not to argue with Ramon.If it were up to Ramon, he would have kicked Magda out of his grandchildren's lives after their father passed away. But Sophie loved Magda because she had grown up knowing her as her mother. Ramon fell silent, so Charles returned to his work."The food is ready! Come on, I know you've missed my cooking." Stella approached Ramon cheerfully.Charles stood up instinctively and followed Stella, who was pushing Ramon's wheelchair into the dining room
"Sophie, why are you in Grandpa's room? What do you want, and why did you come back?" Sophie fired off questions at Stella as she approached Ramon.In her mind, Stella clicked her tongue, annoyed at Sophie's accusatory tone."Sophie, why ask like that? This is Stella's home, so you shouldn't be interrogating her," Ramon interjected.Sophie rolled her eyes at Stella, frustrated that Ramon was still taking her side. "She didn't sign the documents before, so she has no right to this house that belongs to Charles!" she snapped.Magda froze in place when she heard Sophie's words. She felt nervous that this information might reach Charles."What did you say?" Ramon asked, narrowing his eyes. "Are you saying you knew she didn't accept what Charles offered, but you didn't tell him?"Sophie turned pale, her heart racing. It was too late to retract her words, spoken in a moment of jealousy and anger. "Grandpa, it's not my fault. Stella is just too arrogant. She wants to prove that Charles