Sienna was deep in conversation with her son, hoping to lift her mood and keep her mind occupied with something other than Alexander. He didn’t care about her, so she was determined not to care about him either. She had managed to do it for the past five years, and she believed she could do it again."So, tell me, there was a test today, right? How did it go?" she asked with a smile as Emilio puffed out his cheeks in mock disappointment."Mom, seriously? That’s not even supposed to be a question. I’m disappointed in you," Emilio teased, pouting playfully, which made Sienna smile even more. She already knew he had aced it, being the top student in his class."It must be hard pretending you don’t miss him, huh?" Emilio said, catching her off guard. Before Sienna could fully process his words, Emilio glanced up and noticed Michael approaching. He smiled and waved at him, having just now seen him for the first time that day. Maybe he hadn’t noticed Michael earlier because his mom was acti
Mrs. Skarsgard followed her son into his room. Alexander was already shirtless when she entered, and his face was a picture of frustration. He was annoyed that his mother had pretended not to know who he was referring to as "wife" earlier."You should stop barging into my room like that. What if I were naked?" he snapped, his irritation clear. His mother responded with a hard smack to his head."Look who’s talking. Do you remember when you used to run around naked? I threatened to cut off those ‘balls’ if you didn’t stop. I’m sure the maids have seen more than enough of your toothpick" she said, rolling her eyes. Alexander blinked in surprise."Toothpick? Really?" he asked incredulously, grabbing a shirt from his wardrobe. His mother shrugged and settled onto the couch, ready to continue their earlier conversation."But Xander, did you get remarried? You left to find Marianne and promised not to leave until you did. Now you’re telling me you’re married? What’s going on?" she asked. Al
It felt as though the blood in Sienna’s veins had dried up. For a moment, she lost all sense of reality—her mind shut down, unable to process what she’d just heard. Her son meant everything to her. How could she possibly go on living if her precious child was missing? Still struggling to clear her thoughts, her phone rang again. Her hands trembled as she answered, seeing it was Jayson calling. The moment she picked up, she broke into sobs. "Sienna, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice full of worry, but she was unable to form words through her tears. "You're scaring me, Sienna. What happened?" he pressed, sounding even more anxious. "Jayson… Emilio… Emilio’s not at school," she finally choked out between sobs. Her voice wavered, every word stifled by the overwhelming grief catching in her throat. “What do you mean?" he asked, his heart pounding, hoping he had misunderstood her. But when she confirmed it with louder cries, his stomach dropped. “What?!” Jayson ex
Sienna lay on her bed, silent tears falling after what seemed like an eternity of emptiness. Her heart was heavy, weighed down by the anguish of a mother separated from her child. She felt utterly lost, unable to find any comfort. The night stretched on endlessly, and she knew that sleep would not come easily.In the quiet stillness, she rose from the bed and wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water. She didn’t return to her room. Instead, she made her way to her son Emilio’s bedroom, standing in the doorway for a long time. The room felt empty, yet she imagined him there, smiling at her, telling her everything would be okay.“You need to come back to me, Emilio,” she whispered, a faint smile flickering across her tear-streaked face as though she could hear his voice reassuring her.Unable to stay there any longer, Sienna walked back to the living room. She glanced at the clock—it was already 2 a.m. She hadn’t even closed her eyes, let alone slept. How could any mother sleep in
The drive was marked by an uneasy silence that made Jayson uncomfortable. He knew he should give her space to process her thoughts, but he also didn’t want her to be consumed by her worries."Are you alright?" Jayson asked gently. She nodded in response but didn’t say anything. The ensuing silence made him feel like he was forcing the conversation, which he didn’t like. Deciding it might be best to stay quiet, he let her be. Marianne, noticing his change in demeanor, looked over at him."I’m feeling better now, although I didn’t get much sleep. I managed to rest after I had something to eat," she said. Jayson nodded in understanding."And...""Are you wondering if Alex stayed the night at my place?" Marianne inquired. Jayson hesitated for a moment before answering.“That wasn’t exactly what I meant to ask,” he said softly, causing her to chuckle quietly."Well, he did. I couldn’t send him away at 2 a.m., so he ended up sleeping in the sitting room," she explained. Jayson smiled, noddi
The hospital room was quiet, except for the steady hum of the machines and the occasional beep from the heart monitor. The cold, sterile light filled the space, making everything seem distant and surreal—especially to Marianne, who felt her breath catch in her throat. Dr. Reynolds stood over the bed, working quickly to keep the patient alive. His hands moved with skill, but there was a tension in his face. He knew how critical the situation was. “We're losing him!” a nurse exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear as the heart monitor's beeping grew irregular. “Increase the dopamine!” Dr. Reynolds commanded urgently. “We need to get his blood pressure up!” His movements were precise, but there was a trace of desperation in his voice. He couldn't afford to lose this patient—not if there was anything he could do to stop it. In the corner of the room, Marianne stood with her hands tightly clasped, her knuckles white. Jayson stood beside her, powerless to help, watching her in silenc
When Jake arrived at the mansion, he found Grandma Emma anxiously pacing, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. The moment she saw him, she rushed over and gave him a swift smack on the back before holding her phone up for him to see."Twenty missed calls! Where on earth was your phone?" she scolded."Calm down," Jake muttered, rolling his eyes. He knew she was worried something had happened to him, and despite her nagging, he appreciated her concern. It had always been like this with her—fierce, protective, and relentless. As she opened her mouth to scold him further for his attitude, her attention shifted to the boy he was carrying."Whose child is this?" she asked, moving around him to get a better look. When she saw the boy’s face, she gasped, quickly covering her mouth so as not to wake him. "Why does he look so much like Alexander?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Is he...?" She trailed off, her eyes wide with shock, waiting for Jake to confirm her suspicion. But Jak
Marianne gazed at Jayson, stunned into silence by his confession. She had never truly believed he had real feelings for her. In the past, he’d shown her kindness and affection, but she had always convinced herself it was for show, a way to maintain appearances in public. Now, hearing him say it out loud, she was caught off guard. Could she ever return his feelings? Jayson had always been there for her through thick and thin, enduring so much just to ensure her well-being. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing deep down that she was being selfish. If Alexander hadn’t come back into her life, maybe, just maybe, she could have fallen for Jayson. After all, he was a genuinely good man. "I..." "You can’t love me, can you?" Jayson interrupted, his voice tinged with disappointment. "Why is it always Alexander?" he asked, the frustration in his tone unmistakable. "Have you ever given your heart a real chance? It doesn’t have to be me—just anyone else?" This time, Marianne wanted to respond, b
The room grew heavy with silence after Dylan’s revelation. Then, as if a dam had broken, gasps and murmurs filled the broadcast. Comments flooded the live chat, scrolling faster than anyone could read, as viewers tried to process what they’d just heard. At Dylan's agency, Brian sat up straighter on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen. His brows furrowed for a moment before lifting in disbelief. The shock on his face quickly turned to amusement as the chat filled with disbelief and speculation about the dating news. "Boyfriend?" Brian muttered to himself, his voice tinged with confusion. He tilted his head, trying to make sense of it. The comments kept rolling in, shifting attention away from the purpose of the broadcast entirely. Instead of the scandal, the public had become fixated on Michael and Dylan’s relationship. "Are they saying Dylan is dating Michael?" Brian scoffed, a sharp laugh escaping him. "That’s absurd. Who’s going to believe that crap?" His laughter grew l
The moment Alexander got the news, he called Michael. His voice was tense, filled with urgency. "Michael, where's your mother staying?" Michael sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. Emilio, seated nearby, watched him intently, his small face scrunched with worry. "I'll text you the address" Michael said, trying to keep his voice steady, though his frustration was evident. "I’ll handle things on my end. Just... stay focused. I’ll text you once I’ve sorted something out." The call ended, leaving Michael staring at his phone. Emilio’s big eyes tracked every move, and Michael gave him a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Before he could speak to Emilio, Michael decided to call his coach, Mr. Smith after he had sent the address to Alexander. As the line connected, he braced himself for the inevitable anger. Everyone else had already lashed out at him... would his coach be any different? But Mr. Smith’s voice was calm. "Michael, Come over to the compa
"I’ll die at this rate if we don’t… you know… 'do something'" he whispered, his voice dropping lower, his lips brushing dangerously close to hers. Marianne froze, her pulse racing at his audacity. Wasn’t it too soon for this? They hadn’t properly reconciled—at least, not in her mind. Or was she the only one unaware that they had?Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t pull away."Alex," she warned, her tone sharp, yet betraying the flutter of uncertainty in her chest.But Alexander closed the gap, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. For a moment, Marianne stayed perfectly still, her mind racing. Then, against her better judgment, she found herself responding, her resolve melting away like ice under the warmth of his touch. When he pulled back, his eyes searched hers, vulnerability etched into every line of his face. "Stay with me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Marianne sighed, torn between her emotions and her instincts. She reached for the blanket, tu
Emilio lay on the couch, his chest rising and falling steadily as he slept. Michael walked out of the bathroom after his shower, his gaze falling on the boy. Seeing him asleep, he let out a soft sigh. "He hasn’t taken his medicine yet," he muttered, reaching for his phone. Concerned, he dialed his doctor, though it was late, and he doubted the doctor could make it. "Hello," Michael said as soon as the call connected. "Hey, Michael. Are you feeling weak again?" came the doctor’s groggy voice. "There’s a kid here I need you to check on," Michael explained. "I don’t know if it’s too late for you to come over, but—" "It 'is' late, Michael. It’s almost midnight," the doctor interrupted. Michael sighed heavily. "But he’s only six years old, and I’m worried." He ran a hand through his hair, his voice tinged with frustration. "Alright," the doctor relented. "Go to him, feel his temperature, and tell me what it’s like." Michael complied, placing a hand on Emilio’s forehe
"Cheers to internet chaos," Brian muttered, his voice low and smug.The figure chuckled briefly before smirking. "I’ll be on my way now. Just so you know, one call is all it takes for me to forward this to my trusted friend—a reporter," they said, their tone dripping with confidence. Brian nodded in agreement. With that, the figure retreated to their car and drove off."Michael, Michael, Michael," Brian said, shaking his head with mock pity. "Let’s see how you’re going to overcome this."He stepped inside, locking the door behind him, and dropped onto the couch. A moment later, he erupted into loud, maniacal laughter, filling the empty room with the sound of his triumph.*******Sophia paced back and forth in her room, her phone gripped tightly in her hand. The weight of her plan pressed heavily on her chest. For some reason, doubt had begun to creep in. Was it too obvious that she was behind this? Would Jayson figure it out so easily?But what could she do now? The damage was already
The car was masked by the rain, unnoticed by anyone else. The person in the car chuckled softly to themselves, their satisfaction evident. "Perfect," they muttered, staring at the taken photos before lowering their phone. "This will come in handy."The car sped off into the rain-soaked night afterwards, leaving behind an air of mystery and an impending sense of trouble. ***Inside the house, Michael gently placed Emilio on the couch, undressing him, quickly wrapping him in a warm blanket. Emilio’s body was still trembling, his eyes fluttering as he fought to stay conscious. Michael knelt beside him, his face a mixture of concern and guilt. "Why did you come here, Emilio? What were you thinking?" He muttered."I... I wanted to see you," Emilio whispered, his voice barely audible. "I called... but you didn’t pick up..." Michael closed his eyes briefly, his heart aching at the boy’s words. He placed a hand gently on Emilio’s forehead, feeling the chill that had seeped into his bo
Alexander and Jake climbed into the car, and Jake started the engine. Alexander leaned back in his seat, pulling out his phone."We should check the CCTV footage first," Alexander suggested, his voice steady but urgent.Jake nodded, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "We need to move fast. If she’s been taken, time isn’t on our side."Within minutes, they arrived at a nearby surveillance hub. The staff at the facility recognized Alexander immediately, offering no resistance as he demanded access to the camera footage of the surrounding area. Alexander and Jake sat in front of the monitors as the technician rewound the footage. They scanned the screens intently, their eyes darting across the feed. It didn’t take long before they spotted it...a black car pulling up near Marianne moments before she vanished. "There," Alexander said, pointing at the screen. The technician froze the frame, zooming in on the license plate. "Can you trace that vehicle?" Jake asked.The technici
"What do we do next," the message read.Sophia leaned back in her seat, her fingers lightly tapping against the screen, her mind so wide. Whatever was unfolding, she was in no rush. She would wait until Jayson decided to do the right thing.*****Jayson stepped outside and his eyes began scanning the quiet street. He had hoped to find Marianne outside, but the stillness only deepened his unease. Something felt wrong. She had left not so long, he was supposed to see her here, but standing here, the emptiness around him made it harder to breathe. Where was she?Before he could take another step, he almost bumped into someone. His gaze snapped upward to meet Alexander’s eyes.The tension between them was immediate, and Jayson’s brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?" Jayson asked, his voice colder than intended. Alexander raised a brow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You think I’d come because it’s your birthday? Why? You think you're special or something?"His tone was mocking
"if you think i’m lying, dare him to deny it," she challenged, her gaze locking on jayson. her smile widened as she saw his fists clench tightly. Marianne, seated nearby, glanced at him with a quiet concern. Her gentle gaze seemed to soften his anger for a fleeting moment. Catching her eyes on him, Jayson let out a faint, forced smile. "I’ll be back," he said quietly, his voice calm despite the storm raging inside him. Marianne nodded, and he gently placed Emilio beside her before turning toward Sophia. Sophia’s face was a mask of composure, but her fiery gaze betrayed her intentions. As Jayson approached, he hesitated for a moment before reaching out to pull her aside. But before he could, Sophia shifted her eyes to meet his, her grip tightening on her phone. "You wouldn’t like what I’m about to do, Jayson," she said, her voice low and biting, audible only to him. "Are you just going to let me tell everyone or admit that I’m your girlfriend?" Her words hung in the air like a