Adrian's POV"Huh... No, mum. I don't recall," I said, feigning ignorance with the intention of paying her back in her own coin. "You never mentioned about them.""Oh?" she laughed nervously. "It must have escaped my mind."Her eyes gave me the you-will-pay-for-this glare, but I couldn't care less."It's nice to meet you, Adrian," a soft voice said, and I shifted my gaze to the supposed lady studying in Mexico.I simply nodded and reverted my gaze to my mom, who wasn't pleased with my response, nor was her so-called friend, Mrs. Sanz.My mom exchanged glances with her friend before looking at me."You know,I was actually surprised when Paula told me she doesn't have a boyfriend," she said."Oh, is that so?" I asked, trying to hide the sarcasm in my tone.My mom nodded affirmatively. "Yes, son. You know how rare it is to find a lady who doesn't have a boyfriend or a backer.""You're right." I nodded in agreement.The two friends exchanged glances again for the second time, and Paula see
Joyce's POV "We're home, darling," I declared when I stepped into my house with Rafael in my arms. Rafael didn't respond just as I wanted, which got me thinking. What was he upset about again? "My baby, did something happen today? Talk to me," I asked in a low voice, a mix of concern and apprehension surging through my body. He pouted and looked away, refusing to answer. "Rafael, I'm exhausted right now, so please don't stress me further. Tell me what's bothering you, " I asked, failing to curb my frustration. His face gradually morphed into a frown as he wriggled around, making it uncomfortable for me to cradle him. "Put me down," he demanded with a tiny scream. "Really? Is that what you want?" I asked but got no response. With a deep breath, I placed him on the couch and gave him one last look. The little brat was acting like I wasn't there anymore. "It seems we now have two grown-ups in the house," I laughed nervously. He sometimes acted like an adult, which made me wonder
Adrian's POVI wrapped my hands around her, holding her close as she sobbed. Her tears soaked through my shirt, warming my chest. Each sob sent waves of guilt over me and clutched my heart like a hangman's noose. What have I done? ¡No me lo puedo creer!"You don't have to go through the pain alone anymore. Let's face it together," I whispered, stroking her hair.It seemed my attempt to comfort her failed. Her wails increased, her fist clenched against my chest, as her fingers dug into my skin. As she wept, her body gradually relaxed into mine, making me feel her trust and vulnerability.The familiarity I had always felt from her presence was apparent now. Incidents from the night had awakened from the depth of my memories.I could finally recall everything that happened that night, from the casino to the hotel room.It made me wonder why I had forgotten in the first place.Was it because I had the habit of intentionally erasing the memory of every one-night stand I had? I made it a poi
Joyce's POVIt shocked me when I heard myself pouring my heart to him, telling him the entire truth. It was the first time in two years I had revealed something this personal about myself, maybe because I felt close to him or because I felt he was quite different. It was a relief. I felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off.Opening up old wounds made me recall my blissful moments with Natalia before I met Gabriel. I knew how wayward she was, but I loved her regardless. I knew very much about her reputation for being an unrepentant heartbreaker, but I had never expected that she would do the same to me.When I met Gabriel, Natalia seemed happy for me. Though, as time flew by, we grew apart. If only we were still communicating effectively like the times before I met Gabriel, maybe I would have sensed something between the two of them. The pain was long gone, but I wasn't going to trust anyone that easily ever again.Shifting my gaze to Adrian, I couldn't help but wonder about his re
Adrian's POVThe shocking discovery made within the last few hours and the clarification that followed kept me thinking about it over and over again. I had a two-year-old child I never knew about.Walking into the penthouse, I saw my mother pacing back and forth, her face etched with worry. She must have heard my footsteps because she instantly stopped, snapping her head in my direction, her eyes washed with relief and tension."Where have you been, Adrian? I've been worried sick" She exclaimed, rushing to me and cupping my face.I couldn't tell her the truth. Only God knew how much lashing Joyce and I would get when she found out our child."I had an emergency meeting to attend," I lied with a straight face, trying my best to avoid having eye contact with her."An emergency meeting?" she questioned, her brows furrowed in suspicion. "I thought you had a personal assistant who could attend meetings like that on your behalf.""Yes, mom, but this one required my presence," I insisted. "Be
Elizabeth's POV "Jimena, come clear the table. I'm done," I called, standing up from the dining table and hoping she had heard me. Jimena rushed out of the kitchen and bowed. "I'm sorry, Miss. Goméz. I was_" "It's Miss. Rodriguez to you now," I corrected, cutting her off. "I'm sorry, Miss Go... I mean, Miss. Rodriguez," Jimena apologized. "I'll clear the table. Do you need anything?" "Good, because I'm leaving right now," I revealed, dropping a wad of Pesos on the table. "Get more groceries. I'm sure we'll be needing them." "Yes, madam. I was going to ask," Jimena replied, smiling. I watched her carefully do her job for a minute before walking towards the stairs. I hopped on the stairs and got to my room, pushing the door gently. I had paid a brief visit to my lawyer immediately after I visited the prison. Javier was skeptical about it, but it wasn't his business. He didn't even try to stop me, which filled me with a quiet sense of satisfaction. Changing my name was just the f
Joyce's POVI stood before the impressive Santoria Industries building, owned by the man who had captured my undivided attention for the first time in two years.The innocent Rafael cradled in my arms was seemingly oblivious to everything but the beauty of the world around him, his eyes darting curiously around. As agreed, I was taking him to Adrian today. He already had his face cap on to get to the office without anyone noticing who he really was.I walked briskly into the building, my lips curved into a nervous smile."Good morning," I hurriedly greeted the receptionist barely topping to wait for a response as I headed straight to Adrian's office.I rushed into Adrian's private elevator and sighed in relief. For the first time, I felt the benefits of having a separate elevator from others and being among the few privileged to use it.I arrived at the top floor, and the smile on my lips immediately vanished.Standing there was Daniel, deep in conversation on his phone. His expression
Adrian's POV"Daddy, I like you," Rafael exclaimed, stunning me. I was definitely not expecting that on our first official introduction.Calling me daddy alone was enough to melt my heart. Now, little man here said he liked me. I didn't even have the best response to give, but one thing I knew for sure was how much I was going to spoil him, love him, and protect him. Money wasn't a problem."Daddy likes you too," I heard Joyce reply on my behalf.I smiled thankfully at her and shifted my gaze to Rafael. "Yes, mommy is right. Daddy likes you a lot.""Yay!" Rafael bounced happily on my lap. Unexpectedly, he placed a kiss on my right cheek and covered his face with his hands, shying away.Then, to my surprise, he leaned over and planted a small, sweet sloppy kiss on my right cheek. In that instant, I felt my whole world stop. My heart melted, a wave of love and emotion surging through me. I felt a tinge of anger and jealousy at how much I had missed in my son's life. The little milestone
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