A year later...
“Ahhh!” A woman’s painful whine ranged on Kael and Kiel’s ears.
“Axe... Take it easy, she will be fine and so as our babies...” Kael patted his lover’s shoulder gently to comfort him.
“My love, what if the babies couldn't make it? Godddd! I can't bear to lose them!” Kiel grumbled shakily. He was pacing back and forth anxiously outside the delivery room.
After their marriage, their parents give them both a task to fulfill before going back to their country and take over the company. They are required to find someone to give birth to their babies. They were both billionaires
"Kiel, son, take a look at these..." Amira Mortel, a woman whose elegance was only surpassed by her determination, swept into her son's office and scattered a collection of photographs across his expansive mahogany desk.The photos were glossy and vibrant and depicted a parade of young women. Each seemingly vying for the title of "Most Eligible Bachelorette."Thud!The sound of the photos hitting the polished surface was sharp. It was cutting through the quiet hum of Zadkiel Mortel's office. He'd been immersed in a complex spreadsheet detailing a potential merger and his brow furrowed in concentration.This interruption was… unwelcome."Mom? What are these?" Kiel raised his head. His dark eyes which appeared the same shade of deep brown as his mother's turned questioning and slightly irritated. He was a man of sharp angles and controlled movements and his tailored suit emphasized his lean and powerful build."Haven't you even looked at them, Zadkiel?" Amira's voice was laced with a mi
Zadkiel slowly straightened in his high-backed leather chair, the subtle creak of the expensive material a counterpoint to the silence of his office.He idly rolled a Montblanc pen between his fingers – a gift from his father, a constant reminder of the legacy he was now responsible for. His sharp and assessing gaze was fixed on his secretary, Micha.He was fully aware of her blatant attempts at seduction, but he chose to remain outwardly impassive, a mask of cool indifference firmly in place.She was leaning across his expansive desk, her posture deliberately provocative, offering him an unobstructed view of her cleavage.Most men would have been flustered, perhaps even tempted. But Zadkiel felt nothing. A flicker of annoyance, perhaps, but nothing more. He was, to his quiet confusion, remarkably unaffected. He maintained a calm exterior, observing her as he might a misbehaving employee – which, in his mind, she certainly was.Micha was the fifth female secretary he'd hired since taki
Zadkiel exhaled, a shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding, the tension only easing after the thunk of the office door signaled Micha's exit. But her words – "Are you a man?" – lingered, a poisonous barb lodged deep, stirring a disquiet he'd never experienced.It wasn't the insult; it was the question. He'd always defined himself by his ambition, his control, his detachment from emotional entanglements. Romance, relationships… they were distractions. Micha's utter failure to elicit any physical response, his internal void where desire should have been, was terrifyingly new. He'd never questioned his sexuality. It had simply been a non-issue. Until now.'Nonsense,' he thought, the word a desperate denial rather than a conviction. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the unsettling thought. 'She's just a bitter, rejected employee.' He was Zadkiel Axton Mortel, CEO. He didn't have identity crises.He was a man. And he had a date. A blind date, orchestrated by his mother, but a dat
Arkael leaned against the cool, polished wall near his private elevator. A deliberate distance from the bustling activity of the hotel lobby yet close enough to keep an eye on the main entrance.He wasn't planning on going to the sixth floor. Not yet. He needed time to think, to process the emotional earthquake that had just struck him. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the ambient noise.The polite chatter of guests, the clinking of glasses, and the soft murmur of music – and focus on the image that had seared itself into his mind: Zadkiel Axton Mortel. His brother.How many years had he spent yearning for this? How many nights had he prayed for a sign, a clue, anything that would lead him back to the little boy he'd lost? How many tears had he shed, silently, privately, mourning a bond broken too soon?The ache of that loss had been a constant companion, a dull throb beneath the surface of his carefully constructed life.Two decades. Two decades since their lives had been ripped
'When did the good-looking kid turn ugly in those kids' eyes? Had they gone blind? What's wrong with them?'This had been eight-year-old Arkael's bewildered, indignant reaction to little Zadkiel's claim of being bullied for his appearance. It was a thought that echoed, with bitter irony, in the present-day Arkael's mind."Why are you still frowning?" Arkael had asked, his childish curiosity piqued by the persistent downturn of his new little brother's mouth.Zadkiel had been staring off into the distance, his expression clouded with a sadness that seemed far too heavy for such a young child.'What was troubling him? Did he owe someone money?' Arkael's young mind, unfamiliar with the complexities of adult worries, could only come up with such simplistic explanations."I...I can't even see you," the little boy mumbled, his voice barely audible and his head drooping in shame.The words were like a punch to Arkael's gut. A revelation that shattered his innocent assumptions.Arkael had been
Zadkiel couldn't bring himself to follow Arkael to the private elevator.The other man's presence and his unexpected persistence triggered a storm of confusing emotions. So, when Arkael turned, Zadkiel instinctively sought refuge, slipping into a shadowed alcove near the main lobby. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic, erratic beat that echoed the chaos in his mind."What the hell!" he muttered, clutching his chest, as if he could physically still the turbulent organ.The encounter with Arkael had been… unsettling. It wasn't just the man's good looks, though those were undeniable. It was something more.A pull, an almost magnetic force that had drawn him in, sparking a strange mix of excitement, anxiety, and… something else. Something he couldn't, wouldn't, name. He'd felt a connection, a spark, that had nothing to do with business and everything to do with… attraction. A male attraction. An attraction to the man who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to him. The thought wa
A cruel smile twisted Arkael's lips as he locked the cubicle door.The woman, all eager anticipation just moments before, now seemed to shrink under his gaze.He unbuckled his leather belt with deliberate slowness, the metallic click echoing in the small, confined space.He let the belt dangle from his hand, his eyes never leaving hers. He wasn't interested in pleasantries, or even in seduction. This was…punishment. And, perhaps, a twisted form of release.He sat down on the closed toilet lid, lowering his trousers and underwear in one swift motion. His erection, a physical manifestation of his anger and frustration more than genuine desire, sprang free.The woman's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on his exposed flesh. She swallowed hard, a mixture of fear and blatant hunger in her expression. She licked her lips, a gesture that, under different circumstances, might have been alluring. Now, it just fueled his disgust. She looked, he thought with a sneer, like a predator salivating over it
Zadkiel approached the men's room slowly, his pace a deliberate contrast to the frantic beating of his heart. He rubbed his forehead, a slight throbbing starting behind his eyes. He'd drunk half a bottle of wine – more than he'd consumed in…well, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd had that much alcohol. He'd lost track of time, of pleasure, and of anything beyond the relentless demands of his work.Real happiness felt like a distant, almost forgotten luxury, something he couldn't afford, no matter how much money he possessed. It was harder to attain than any business deal, any award, any accolade. He'd graduated top of his class from a prestigious university, and achieved every professional milestone he'd set for himself, and yet…he felt empty. A hollow shell of a man, going through the motions, driven by ambition, but lacking…something. Something essential he couldn't point out.He didn't understand this emptiness. His childhood memories were fragmented, and incomplete, leav
A year later...“Ahhh!” A woman’s painful whine ranged on Kael and Kiel’s ears.“Axe... Take it easy, she will be fine and so as our babies...” Kael patted his lover’s shoulder gently to comfort him.“My love, what if the babies couldn't make it? Godddd! I can't bear to lose them!” Kiel grumbled shakily. He was pacing back and forth anxiously outside the delivery room. After their marriage, their parents give them both a task to fulfill before going back to their country and take over the company. They are required to find someone to give birth to their babies. They were both billionaires
“Merah! Watch out!” BANG! BANG! BANG! “Ahhh!” THUD! Loud gunshots ranged simultaneously on the parking lot. The surroundings seemed to froze and everyone around the premises seemed to halt in their motions. Some were hiding and the others forgot to find themselves a little place to cover, they just stood there frozen in shock. The atmosphere turned eeriely silent. Allen was extremely petrified and carelessly jumpe
"I'll deal with her!""Got it, Sr. Officer!""Clear the crowd. I want the clearest angle at ten o'clock." Amira commanded dominantly while roaming her sharp eyes around the premises.Zack was then turned speechless. He went thoroughly dumbfounded. ‘She’s a Sr. Officer? Why didn't I know that?’ he thought."Got it!" Hoop affirmatively agreed without hesitation.A few minutes later...A fully armed man in a black combat outfit appeared on Amira's side. He hand her a fully loaded automatic rifle on which she accepted right in front of her ex-husb
Meanwhile...Merah was feeling extremely uneasy. Her guts told her that there must be something big happening behind her back. Her heart thudded loudly beneath her chest. Her stomach couldn't help churning. She felt edgy that she kept on pacing back and forth in their living room. Allen’s call gives her the odd feeling that he must be up to something. Something dangerous!“Merah, listen to me my love... don’t come here to my office today, do you understand? I have an important work with Zack that needs to be focused...” Allen informed her seriously.“What work was that? You didn’t tell me about that matter these days. Are you hiding something from me, Ace?” Merah a
“Eugene!” A furious voice ranged on the two men’s ears making the other one rattle in his current position.Merida adjusted her cloak leisurely and showed her haggard face. Her stare makes Eugene tremble all over in fear. He broke into a cold sweat as he shifted on his seat looking too flustered.“Relax, don't be scared,” Kenneth whispered and squeezed Eugene’s hand giving him enough courage to carry over his task. “Madam you're here...” Eugene stood up from his seat and bowed slightly greeting the woman trying to get himself calm than ever. His feet trembled immensely.“Where is your boss?” Merida inquired and eyed Kenneth from hea
“Okay... Tell me the details of where she could possibly go at this moment.” Hoop demanded waiting patiently on the other end of the line for Kael's information.“I think she’s going to my office. The AMC hotel headquarters.” Kael stated as he thought about it carefully. He was a hundred so sure that it would happen. No doubt about it.Merida hated his guts so much ever since. Then perhaps she would go directly on his office and kill him on the spot! She was kidnapped and because of that incident her anger tripled and she was now desperate to avenge herself! How irrational of her!“Alright! I’ll put your office under surveillance right away. Please notify your employees about it Mr. Casimiro. Everything should be cle
“Sir, please move a little. We need to do some follow-up checks ups on him...”Zadkiel’s attending physician barged in without further ado with his nurses trailing behind him. Though he caught sight of the two men’s intimate movements he ignored it and proceeded to do his job. He was a professional doctor with professional ethics thus he didn't need to mind their own businesses.Zad rolled his eyes in annoyance. His lips pouted seemingly displeased with his doctor’s sudden intrusion. He gazed at his lover and give out a slight nod of his head like he was telling him a silent ‘let’s carry-on-later!’ look.Kael throw a playful wink back to Zad and wore a faint smile on his lips. He silently moved sideways giving
“Kael Casimiro?” Amira nodded her head vigorously while yawning. “Zack, I really want to sleep, sweetheart...” she whined hopping on her car. She clasped her belts and leaned her head lazily. “I’ll take you home then...” Zack went to the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away. He felt at ease after knowing that Allen’s brat was now taking over to take care of their son. He was gratified for that! He was just hoping that the latter could wake him up in no time! He was greatly worried as the days started to count with Zad responding to them! Meanwhile at the hospital... Kael slowly walked towards Kiel’s bed and took a seat on the chair where Amira had been seated earlier. He was
“He has also undergone brain surgery,” Allen murmured lowly staring at his son. “Dad... Ho-how did that happen to him?” Kael muttered in shock. His eyes widened like saucers while staring at his father. His heart tightened and his nerves clenched painfully. “It was an accident, Kael. He bumped into his minibar counter while he was drunk.” Allen muttered with honesty. “Whe-when was that?” Kael couldn't calm himself anymore and he stood up from his seat. He keeps on pacing back and forth in front of his father looking restless. He was so worried about him! He was freaking out! “The day after you left him...” Allen muttered and narrated the story according to Zack Snyder’s story.