Natalia's POVI went back to see Christina just as I had told Gabriel. Her injuries still hurt, but the marks had cleaned off a little. I was treating the wound when she told me we still needed to speak to the big boss again."I thought we sorted everything out the other day?" I cried out, my breathing becoming difficult. The thought of going back there made me shudder in utter horror."No, we didn't," Christie refuted. "He only briefed you on his history. He hasn't gotten into the main story yet. Besides, he had a meeting to attend.""But...""You can't say no" Christina cut me off. "You need to go. He won't tolerate lateness either.""Fine," I replied curtly.We exited the mansion and got into the car with me sitting behind the steering wheel."Is this man of yours a mafia king?" I asked with a tone of curiosity."Not an actual mafia king," Christina replied. "He runs some little underworld business but doesn't dive deep into it.""Hmm... I see," I murmured, my eyes fixed on the ro
Joyce's POVThe scent of fried bacon, scrambled eggs, and warm freshly baked butter-scented croissants perfumed the air, mingling with the rich aroma of brewed coffee. A hint of vanilla danced alongside the sweetness of ripe strawberries, their juices glistening in a bowl on the table, ready for slicing.It's been a few days since those three workers got fired; I never got wind of any witty remarks or nasty comments from the others. It kind of felt weird, but it seemed they all now looked at me with a newfound respect."Mommy, I want to go with you today," Rafael whined, snapping me out of my thoughts.Yeah, we were about to leave for work, but Rafael insisted I feed him before leaving. Now, he wanted to come with me. Lately, his troublesome side had begun to manifest, and he was bolder when his grandma was around."Raph, darling, you can always stay with Grandma and Auntie Christie," I replied, trying to sound convincing."No, I'm coming with you today. I miss going to mummy's office,
Gabriel's POV "Boss, were you able to get any information from your wife?" Ivan questioned, clutching his notepad to his chest. I was typing away on my computer, the clacking sound was a welcomed distraction but I had to pause and answer the question. Natalia's eerie behavior the other night briefly flashed through my mind. "Not really. Just some issues with her friend," I replied nonchalantly. "Why? Is there something you're trying to get from it?" "No, boss," Ivan shook his head. "I just wanted to be certain she's not planning anything funny." I finally paid full attention, upon hearing those words. "You're right. Looking back now, I also have a feeling she might be up to something," I said, and held my chin in deep thought. "She acted strangely the last time I spoke to her." "Strangely?" Ivan raised an eyebrow in confusion. "In what way, if I may ask?" I tried to recall as I replied. "I'm not sure, but she was so calm. It didn't even look like we have problems in our marriag
Adrian's POVI had stayed back to have a very brief but important conversation with Daniel, after which I hurriedly made my way to the car to join Joyce and our son, Rafael. Seeing that fool talking to her irked me greatly. It took a lot of restraint to not punch him in the face. I had to put my Industries' and Joyce's reputation into consideration.Calling Rafael his son was an insult. I never expected that, and it also seemed his obsession had doubled. This jerk was becoming a pain and a nuisance. Only God knew what was going on in that psycho mind of his.Although I had nothing to fear, I still needed to be cautious. When his car zoomed off, I turned to Joyce, only to be taken aback by what I saw - she was in tears."Sweetheart," I murmured, pulling her in for a hug. "You don't have to cry over that fool who can't tell the worth of something until he loses it."Joyce sobbed, her body shaking uncontrollably. "I'm tired of his constant humiliation. Why can't he just stay happily marr
Joyce's POVThe soft, warm lighting cast a soft glow over the rich wood tables, creating an intimate atmosphere that wrapped me in a comforting embrace. The air had tantalizing aromas wafting through; smoky grilled meat mingled with the sweetness of caramelized onions, with a hint of fresh herbs dancing from the kitchen.Thankfully, as Jasmine promised, the waiters entered with bowls and trays of food as my tummy growled impatiently. Each plate looked like a carefully crafted masterpiece, vibrant colors popping against the white porcelain. The creamy risotto shimmered with flecks of green basil, while a perfectly seared steak glistened with a mouthwatering glaze.Taking a deep breath I was instantly lost in all the scents and aromatic blend that overwhelmed me, further arousing my appetite and sending my brain to a place of pure indulgence.I absentmindedly traced the pattern on the napkin, tracing its finely woven fabric, a soft contrast to the elegance of the surroundings.I had no
Joyce's POVJames's authoritative voice made them obey instantly, except for one who stood on a spot, shivering helplessly. It was Jasmine. Sweat beads were already dripping down her face, and her white uniform T-shirt clung to her body."Young lady, you don't want me coming to meet you there, do you?" James questioned with a threatening tone, and Jasmine fell to her knees.Her reaction was suspicious, but a part of me hoped she wasn't the culprit. I felt she was a good person, but then, Adrian's warning about trusting people for the first time rang in my ears, and my hope for her began to dwindle.James took a step forward, but Adrian's next words stopped him."Don't bother about her in the meantime. Focus on the others," he ordered.James withdrew and did as Adrian said. Soon, he had checked everyone and found nothing on them. It was Jasmine who was left."Are you going to let me search you or do you want me to electrify the life out of you?" James questioned harshly, but she didn't
Joyce's POV"Big boss," the red-haired man called and walked towards our table. He placed the computer and the table and showed it to Adrian. "This is what you requested for; footage of Miss. Jasmine's movement. However, we would need more time to get the complete 3 weeks' footage. What we have here is 3 days' worth of footage and from my calculations, she's stolen from five customers within those three days.""What?!" Everyone shouted in shock."Expensive items, big boss," the red-haired man continued. "She even stole a woman's wedding ring that cost €1,000,000. Not only that, she stole five percent of the restaurant's profit for last month.""Unbelievable!" someone gasped."She looked so innocent," another added."The innocent-looking ones are the absolute worst!" a lady exclaimedEven the porter's expression changed as she stepped away from the lady. I, myself, couldn't take in so much information at once. If she had really stolen a ring worth that much, what reason did she hav
Adrian's POVJames, Jasmine's little brother, and the police arrived at the same time. The little boy ran to meet his sister while James walked up to me with a blood stain on his white shirt.I was about to speak, but he beat me to it."The blood isn't mine" He stated.I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Then whose blood is it?""I met a man lurking around the school" James began. "I wanted to ignore him at first, but when I picked up the child, he attacked. I had to defend myself.""It must be one of the lackeys of the local drug dealer" I replied, sighing in relief.After I had spoken to James, a detective approached me. He seemed new in the field but also brimmed with confidence."Mr. Ortega, we received your call," The man greeted, and extended his hand for a handshake.I accepted it and nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, my former manager called. It's just as he told you.""So, where's the lady?" The detective asked, and I turned to Jasmine's direction. "She's the one."Noticing the i
Natalia's POV"What the hell is going on in this basement?" I grumbled, walking along the dingy hallway. Since I left Gabriel's mansion, I have gone into hiding, hoping the police wouldn't track me down. Anyway, I was hiding in the basement, but I kept having this feeling that something was going to go wrong.I hadn't seen Christina for days, not even Lionel. I made my way to the room Joyce was always held. My fingers hesitated on the rusted handle, a chill running down my spine.With a sharp push, the door creaked open, the sound cutting through the oppressive silence like a scream. Surprisingly,the chair was empty. Joyce wasn't where she used to be. The ropes used to tie her were dangling on the arms of the chair.“What the...?” I whispered, stepping into the room. My eyes darted around, searching for any sign of her but it was empty. I was stunned. I turned to leave and ended up bumping into someone."Ouch!" We groaned at the same time.I massaged my shoulders and raised my head
Gabriel's POV"Adrian is an ally now. Learn to respect that" I warned Ivan after Adrian and his friend had left."I know, but I'm finding it hard to do so" Ivan retorted. "Seeing his face reminds me of all the problems we faced in our company.""Those weren't his fault. We weren't competent enough" I explained. "We slacked off, remember?" The guilt gnawed at me, an ever-present reminder that I was part of the problem.Ivan sighed deeply. "Yes, sir. You're right," his gaze drifting towards the floor. "Good. Now, let's focus on finding the password to unlocking this file," I stated, my eyes on the computer.This was the first time I had actually laid a hand on it. She was always so very overprotective where her stuff was concerned, yet one more reason I wouldn't be trusting her anymore. I didn't."Check the hint," Ivan said, interrupting my thoughts.I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What hint?""The hint below the password box," Ivan replied, tapping the screen with his index finger,
Joyce's POVThe ride was silent. The fact that he was so clingy, even after I made it obvious that I didn't want him close to me, was so annoying that I wanted to puke. I wanted to be out of that space as soon as possible."When are we getting there?" I questioned with exasperation."When we get there," he replied with a playful smirk, obviously pleased by my discomfort. "Do I irritate you that much? You should get used to my presence because you'll be seeing me for a long time."Thinking about it made my gut churn. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, an embarrassing flush of anger and helplessness. I frowned. "What happened to handing me over to Natalia after everything is over?"Lionel leaned back, a calculated look in his eyes. "I'm quite unpredictable when it comes to deals. She broke one of the rules I love dearly," Lionel replied, his tone laced with mockery like that of an evil villain. "Right now, I see no reason why I should keep my own part of the deal."This man was
Madrileno's POV"Don't kill him. Burn him alive," I declared coldly, The men merely nodded, showed no hesitation, and pulled the bloodied, shaking figure from the ground. He whimpered, his lips working silent pleas, but I didn't bat an eye. Mercy wasn't currency I dealt in.Whoever dared to steal from me or betray me never saw the light of day. Yes, he was one of my closest men, but he had chosen to side with the enemy. Thanks to Barrio, we caught him sneaking out of the base with a large amount of our goods.Initially, I was furious, but I had come to understand that humans could be selfish. Selfish enough to sell their comrade off."Jefe, we've recovered the stolen goods," I heard Barrio say and I turned to him."And the enemies?" Barrio exhaled heavily. "We burned their base down, but a few of them managed to escape.""That's not my problem," I said coldly. " “Find them. All of them. If it takes their families to flush them out, so be it.”"Yes, big boss," Barrio said and turned
Joyce's POV"I want to see my son," I demanded my voice steady and unwavering. I waas determined to seemy son today no matter what.I had been waiting for when an opportunity would present itself to use his obsession to my advantage. I couldn't even tell the time I had spent in this room. It didn't help that I was stuck in one place. It was excruciatingly exhausting.The room felt stifling and claustraphobic—four white painted walls closing in on me. Time blurred into an eternal haze of waiting. The pain in my legs and back was a stark and constant reminder of where I was. I'd been eating, sleeping, then waiting again, my life going round in circles at one spot for what felt like an eternity. If I could see my son and take a walk outside, then I'd be a bit relieved."Your son, huh?" Lionel smirked, pretending to be thinking. His dark eyes glinted with satisfaction, like a predator toying with its prey. "Fine. You'll see him after agreeing to go out with me."The words sent a chill t
Adrian's POV"I can't believe I slept for this long," Miguel said, stretching his arms as he yawned loudly."You needed it, bro. You've tried a lot and I'm grateful," I sighed, leaning back in my chair.Well, after my conversation with Gabriel, I sat next to Miguel and watched as he slept like a baby."Oh, my goodness!" he exclaimed, rubbing his grumbling stomach. "I'm famished. Please tell me you thought ahead," he said sheepishly, rubbing his neck."I know, right?" I smirked, pushing one of the two white polythene bags beside me to him. "I ordered takeouts, and was waiting for you before having lunch.""Awwwnn..." Miguel drawled playfully. "How come I didn't know you cared this much about me? You’re too kind,” Miguel teased, batting his eyelashes dramatically.""You’ve got jokes, huh?” I shot back. “Eat your food before I hand it over to one of the officers outside.” I snarled.You wouldn't dare!" he exclaimed in mock horror. "I'm the brains of this operation-you'd be lost without
Lionel's POV"Dr. Mark, is there an alternative?" I asked, hoping for a positive answer.Mark shook his head with a somber look on his face. "The best I can do is to ensure she's only crippled; nothing else can be done. If it weren't for you, I would have called the police on whoever committed such an atrocious act.""Tch...that witch," I cursed. "Don't worry. I'll take care of her."Mark sighed and leaned back in his chair, his professional demeanor unshaken. "I'll try to communicate with some specialists who might be able to help. If I find anyone willing to take on her case, I’ll let you know.""Fine. Keep me posted," I said and stood up.Mark rose as well, escorting me to the door. Just as I was about to step out, he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Lionel, you should contact her family or send someone to check on her regularly. She’ll need support, and I doubt you’ll have the time to be there constantly,” he advised cautiously.I contemplated his words for a moment. Family? Support
Gabriel's POVFor the first time, I saw my life flash before my eyes. I've heard it happen to people, but now, I have experienced it myself. I actually thought he was going to kill me. Initially, I wanted death and could face it if it came, but when my life began to drain away, my survival instinct kicked in and I struggled helplessly.Thankfully, he had let me go and even as I slipped in and out of consciousness, I could see the nurses work quickly to place an oxygen mask on my face. The sterile, clinical smell was almost comforting in contrast to the fear that was suffocating me just moments before.But the fear only lasted briefly until confusion set in. I was baffled as it turned out that Joyce's bracelet, something I had never seen, was in my study. Except for the gifts I'd given her in the past that Natalia had hijacked, I didn't own anything that belonged to Joyce.How had it ended up in my home?I had to think and rethink again to clarify. Only concrete evidence could save me
LIONEL'S POV"Christina," I called out walking towards her, my nose twitching in disgust.The stench of blood was quite strong. Cuts and burns marred her once flawless skin, painting a grotesque picture of Sarah’s handiwork. Sarah had gone beyond the norms. I needed to teach her a lesson and set some boundaries. I understood I wasn't faithful, but this act was inhumane. "Christina," I called again, but still got no response.I picked up her wrist with my left arm and checked her pulse. Oh my God, it was so weak that I could hardly feel a thing.I grabbed her bloody chin to see her face clearly. Her swollen eyes were tightly shut, and blood streaked her cheeks. Her lips, cracked and pale, barely moved and I couldn't even feel air coming out of her nostrils."Christina," I called for the last time, and she stirred but her eyes remained shut.I turned sharply and barked. "Hey! Who’s outside? Someone get in here NOW!"Instantly, two men rushed in guns drawn as if ready for a fight. Their