Sadie chuckled awkwardly, "That can't be right."Madeline was five months along, but they had only met less than four months ago. How could Stephen be the father?Joanna was genuinely confused. "That's odd. Why's your brother so protective of her then?"Hector had not thought of that and snapped, "Madeline's a sly one. Maybe she had no shame and lured Stephen in. He's fallen under her spell!"Joanna's brow creased.She had suspected something similar. When she first returned, she had probed Stephen about it, but his response was chilly, and he did not seem to be lying.However, then again, her eldest son had always been good at hiding his feelings. If he wanted to keep a secret, she might not even notice.Could Hector be right?She decided she needed to meet Madeline herself.…When Cilix walked into the house, a little boy, about eight or nine, charged at him and hugged him tight."Daddy!"A rare smile spread across Cilix's face as he bent down and scooped the boy into his
The next morning, Madeline was still half-asleep when the persistent ring of the doorbell jolted her awake.She groggily checked her phone for the time and saw that it was eight o'clock on the dot.Who could it be at that ungodly hour?Reluctantly, she got out of bed and was greeted by Trevon's grim expression at the door.Why was he there so early?Thoughts of the Sanders Group had kept her tossing and turning all night.Then, with her mind still foggy and craving more sleep, her morning grumpiness took over, and she snapped, "What now?"Trevon's mouth opened, but the words seemed to be stuck.He had switched off the TV the night before.Yahir lounged on the couch, looking smug and insufferable, legs crossed and swinging leisurely."You're just too stiff, too proud to let your guard down," he taunted."Do you really think that by being nice to Madeline, she'll eventually be won over? You're not totally clueless. At least you know to keep close to Madeline, but man, the stuf
Madeline could not shake the feeling that the man before her was not Trevon, but the handsome face was unmistakably his.Madeline was baffled. "Are you sleepwalking or something?"Embarrassment flickered in Trevon's eyes. However, once he started playing the needy card, it got easier.Feeling awkward but driven by the growing distance Madeline had been putting between them, Trevon decided to lay it all on the line.Trevon's eyes dimmed with pain as he attempted to move his hand, and a sharp, tearing agony surged through him.He had always taken pain in stride, but then, a grimace broke through his stoic facade as he vividly remembered the peak of agony during his rehab days.His brows knitted together, and his voice, stripped of its usual icy composure, carried a whine like a big, forlorn dog."Madeline, it's bleeding. It hurts."It might have been the first time Trevon let such vulnerability show, but instead of looking pitiful, he seemed almost comical. Madeline could not h
As Madeline wavered on what to say next, Yahir's voice drifted in from the house next door."Trevon, for crying out loud, don't you have any hot water in this place?"The two homes were side by side, and Trevon, in his haste, had not bothered to shut the door, so every word was crystal clear. Trevon's expression turned stormy. Yahir was a walking disaster! Madeline let out a relieved breath and nudged Trevon toward his own place. "You should go check on him." Trevon scowled at Yahir and softly said, "Madeline—" "Just go, it's freezing out. Don't let Yahir turn into an icicle."Madeline cut off any attempt Trevon made to argue. The sound of water splashing next door continued, and Yahir peeked out, looking miserable. With no other option, Trevon trudged back. The moment the door clicked shut, Trevon's demeanor sank. Oblivious to the mess he had stirred up, Yahir gave Trevon a sly grin. "So, did my plan work wonders or what?" He had seen Trevon inside Madeline's ho
Trevon's grip on his phone tightened, his knuckles whitening.He shut the photo, scrolled through his contacts, and called Liliana."Mrs. Lewis, Yahir's at my place."Liliana had been on Yahir's tail for days, always a step behind.She was not about to let a little thing like sleep stop her as she hopped in her car and sped over.Yahir had barely finished his breakfast when Madeline's door was knocked on once more.Liliana stormed in, fiery as ever, and twisted Yahir's ear. "I got you! Come on, we're going shopping with your aunt. It's the perfect time."Yahir jumped, taken aback. "Mom? What are you doing here?"Yahir's eyes locked onto Trevon, who stood off to the side, and realization dawned on him."Trevon, I—"His words were futile as he was being hauled away regardless.Liliana managed to toss a quick greeting to Madeline amidst the chaos. "Madeline, drop by for dinner sometime, okay?"She held no misconceptions about Madeline just because Yahir was there.Madeline co
When Madeline stepped into Tracy's office, Tracy immediately offered her a glass of water and got straight to the point."What brings you here?"Madeline took a moment to gather her thoughts before diving in. "You're in the business of crafting high-end gowns, aren't you, Tracy? Ever thought about expanding into everyday wear?"Tracy's eyebrow arched skeptically. "You're aware that fashion's a tough game these days, right?"The fashion world was a shark tank, and newcomers were more likely to sink than swim.Madeline acknowledged that with a nod and added, "What if I told you I have access to established textile mills and clothing factories?"Manufacturing was the backbone of the fashion industry—the most crucial and specialized piece of the puzzle.With the right fabrics and production, combined with Tracy's Silver Leaf Studio design prowess and stellar reputation, success was almost guaranteed.That piqued Tracy's interest. "Go on, I'm listening."The Sanders Group was all a
The sign read 'Yoana Sewing'.Sewing shops were a dying breed in that day and age, and business seemed slow.Inside, a few exquisite pieces were on display amidst an assortment of threads and needles for everyday repairs.Madeline could not reconcile the shabby storefront with the retreat of a once-celebrated chief designer.As she lingered at the entrance, someone emerged from the depths of the shop."Welcome! How can I assist you today?"The figure emerged and, upon seeing Madeline, hesitated for a brief moment before asking with uncertainty, "Madeline?"Madeline's brow furrowed slightly. "Mrs. Reed."Standing before her was none other than the Sanders Group's former lead designer and Bella's confidante, Yoana Reed.She was clad in a dark red cotton coat and black dress pants, her attire exuding a sense of plainness.Age seemed to have fast-forwarded on her face, wrinkles etched deep and her hair streaked with gray, making her appear years beyond her time.That was a stark
Madeline's request left Yoana taken aback.A wry smile crossed her face. "What can I possibly help you with at my age?"Madeline grasped her hand with conviction. "No, Mrs. Reed, you're the only one who can do this favor for me."Yoana looked down, her expression unreadable, and whispered, "You're giving me too much credit. Besides, with my background, there's no way I can go back to working with the Sanders Group. I have a couple of pairs of baby shoes here. Take them as a baby shower gift for your little ones."Madeline realized Yoana had gotten the wrong idea, thinking she was there about the Sanders Group or Cilix, and felt a twinge of disappointment."Mrs. Reed, please don't reject my request just yet. I'm planning to start my own fashion label. Everything Is underway, but I'm still missing one crucial piece—a designer."Madeline shared her vision.Yoana's eyebrows shot up in surprise when she heard Madeline's vision for her new company."That sounds just like the Sanders
That batch of red wine did not look too strong, but it packed a punch.As the trio kept drinking, they slowly started to feel the buzz.Yeneth, glass in hand, her cheeks a rosy red, ranted, "Don't employees' lives count for anything? Overtime, day in and day out! It's enough to wear out a horse!"That darn Camden, always harping on about performance, about profits! Is game development just about the bottom line? What happened to the heart? Rubbish!"For a moment, she thought she saw Camden's face, and in a fit of anger, Yeneth tried to slap it away, nearly tumbling into her wine glass instead.Madeline, startled, rushed to steady her.Yeneth, still wobbly, stood up on her own, fixing Trevon with a steely gaze and said icily, "You're just another greedy capitalist."Trevon sat there, calm and collected, but his delayed movements and the occasional glint of bewilderment in his eyes betrayed his inebriation to Madeline.When Yeneth spoke up, he turned his head slowly, locking eyes
Madeline, caught up in the conversation with Caleb and Yeneth, turned around in shock at Trevon's question.He had just declared he would not touch a drop, and he was suddenly reaching for the wine?However, she let it go without a question.The red wine was smooth and inviting. If he felt like drinking, why not?Trevon grunted a greeting into his phone. "Mr. Caleb Jabs."Caleb snapped out of his reverie, returning the greeting with a subdued nod, his gaze deepening.Yeneth, caught between awkwardness and concern, glanced at Caleb. She was about to speak when a glamorous doctor in a white coat appeared beside him on the screen.The doctor, Camila Jervis, peered at the screen, her smile teasing. "Mr. Caleb Jabs, are you chatting with your girlfriend?"Two women were on the screen, leaving it unclear whom she meant.Caleb shook his head, offering no explanation, and instead asked, "Dr. Jervis, what's up?"Camila arched an eyebrow, not prying further. "The professor's ready to s
Yahir sipped his cola, feeling utterly dejected.He had bolted from the Lewis family feast, even at the risk of getting caught, just to pocket two bottles of Lafite.They were not the prized '1982' edition, but they were still pretty decent.His mom's constant marriage talk was a drag, but her taste in wine was impeccable. He was all set for a night of no-holds-barred drinking with Trevon.However, Trevon dragged him over to Madeline's, and under the pretext of her pregnancy, confiscated all the wine.Then, it sat tauntingly in the wine cabinet.Yahir gazed at it, each bottle seeming to whisper seductively."Come on, come have a taste."It was pure torture!He took another swig of cola."Whoa!"Yeneth's shout came out of nowhere.Yahir choked mid-sip.The cola fizz popped like fireworks in his throat, sending him into a coughing frenzy, his face flushing a deep crimson as the soda splashed across the floor.Madeline jumped at his coughing spectacle, hastily grabbing a tis
Madeline swung open the kitchen door to find Yahir wrapping his arms around Yeneth from behind, as if he could not bear to let her go.Her mind, already a whirlwind of thoughts, was completely thrown."What in the world..."Madeline was puzzled as she returned from the kitchen. She had only stepped away to make a call, and then Yeneth and Yahir were locked in an embrace.Yeneth tried to explain, "Madeline, this isn't what it looks like. I was just—"However, Yahir clamped a hand over her mouth, grinning at Madeline. "We're just playing around, Madeline. Hey, do you have any wine glasses? We need four. Let's celebrate!"Trevon stepped out from behind Madeline, his composed facade unbroken. "Lost your head? She's pregnant. Think she can drink?"Yahir smacked his forehead. "Oh, man. I totally spaced on that."Once Yeneth wriggled free, she took a deep breath and delivered a sharp kick to Yahir's leg. "Get off me!"She kicked with all her might, hitting Yahir's shin and sending a
At that moment, Trevon seemed to freeze, then he straightened his posture. "Madeline, Liam's role is to be your close protection, to ensure your safety."Madeline had faced too many close calls, and he could not shake his concern for her.However, she was fiercely independent. If it were up to him, he would keep her tethered to his side.Madeline let out a derisive snort. She knew Xoan well enough to know he could dig up information on Yoana, but not with such speed and precision.Xoan claimed Liam was the one who had lent a hand.Madeline knew Liam. That had Trevon's fingerprints all over it."Do you really think I've become so dim-witted from pregnancy that I can't think straight?"Trevon looked at her, a mix of frustration and affection in his eyes.She had once been so sweet and compliant. Then, she became so sharp and quick-witted, a match even for him.However, he preferred her that way."Madeline, I'm just looking out for you."Trevon had an insatiable need to know ev
"Madeline, I've got the scoop on Yoana," Xoan said.Madeline was taken aback. "So soon?"Xoan let out a sly chuckle. "It wouldn't have been this quick, but Liam lent us a hand."Madeline stole a quick look at Trevon, then cast her gaze downward.Fifteen years back, Yoana was forced out of the Sanders Group—a victim of Cilix's cunning plot.It was not just a simple resignation as Bella had naively believed. Yoana was secretly saddled with a mountain of debt.Cilix did not stop there. He tarnished Yoana's name throughout the industry.She could not land a respectable job to save her life.Her personal life was total chaos.Her husband, Jim Livingston, who was once a low-level office worker, had dived into business on the back of Yoana's earnings and made a pretty penny.However, when the bill came due, Yoana hit a wall. Jim had sent all his cash back to his folks, leaving peanuts behind.Yoana was floored. A decade of hard work, and not a dime to show for it.When she begged
Madeline swung the door open to find Trevon on her doorstep, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown.Before she could get a word out, Yahir popped up from behind him with a grin. "Happy New Year, Madeline!"He waved a container of homemade goodies.Those two had nearly fought that morning, and then they were as chummy as can be—though Trevon looked like he would rather be anywhere else. However, he bit his tongue and kept quiet.With the Gibsons and the Lewises all cozied up for a New Year's feast, what on earth were those two doing there?Yahir's face fell. "Madeline, you've got no idea. My mom's a force of nature. Can you believe she's still dragging me to blind dates on New Year's Eve? I just had to bail."Madeline could not help but think about Liliana's earlier enthusiasm for rallying the troops and was at a loss for words."What about you, Trevon? What brings you here?" Madeline asked.Trevon pursed his lips. He was looking a little quiet too.Edith had been on his ca
Madeline walked into her house and immediately sensed something was up. She nudged the door wider and there was Yeneth, sparking an involuntary grin on her face."I thought you were going to be hibernating today?"Yeneth had been swamped with the Skylandia project, barely getting any sleep. She had texted Madeline about sleeping in on her day off.With a shrug and a smirk, Yeneth said, "Guess I'm just wired to work. Woke up at the crack of dawn, hung around in bed not to wake you, and by the time I showed up, you were already out and about."Madeline shut the door behind her, musing aloud."I've been turning it over in my mind. All this press and pest hunting is kid's play for the Sanders Group. To really take them on, we've got to… Yank the carpet out from under them?" Yeneth's smile was the answer Madeline needed as she shared her strategy."How's that sound?"Yeneth's thumbs-up was quick, but her frown came just as fast. "Fashion's a shark tank, and jumping in now? That's r
Madeline's request left Yoana taken aback.A wry smile crossed her face. "What can I possibly help you with at my age?"Madeline grasped her hand with conviction. "No, Mrs. Reed, you're the only one who can do this favor for me."Yoana looked down, her expression unreadable, and whispered, "You're giving me too much credit. Besides, with my background, there's no way I can go back to working with the Sanders Group. I have a couple of pairs of baby shoes here. Take them as a baby shower gift for your little ones."Madeline realized Yoana had gotten the wrong idea, thinking she was there about the Sanders Group or Cilix, and felt a twinge of disappointment."Mrs. Reed, please don't reject my request just yet. I'm planning to start my own fashion label. Everything Is underway, but I'm still missing one crucial piece—a designer."Madeline shared her vision.Yoana's eyebrows shot up in surprise when she heard Madeline's vision for her new company."That sounds just like the Sanders