As Martinez’s back receded from her vision, Sandra’s focus remained on her son. “You have to be realistic about this, Fabian. It’s for the best. For the family. For business.”Fabian continued to stare at her while deeper layers of frustration began to surface. “You are both in a dream world. This is not about what’s best for me; this is about power. You two are negotiating my life.”Sandra took a step forward. She spoke in a softer tone. “And if you choose not to comply, you will be left with nothing. You think I don’t know the repercussions of you not going through this marriage? I do. Martinez will turn his back on you and use his reach on you.”Fabian shuddered involuntarily. “So this is how it is?” he asked, his voice even-tempered even with the inner storm. “What am I to do, marry Tasha, or bear the consequences?”Sandra inclined her head in agreement, her face betraying no warmth. “You know the stakes. It’s a matter of the Salazar legacy. You cannot afford to be weak and allow
Fabian’s breath quickened. This could be just the breakthrough he was looking for. But the warning rang in his ears, alone. No way in hell did he want to fall victim to such traps. And especially not when Martinez was involved.He considered his choices, the weight of the dilemma sinking deep within him. But time was not on his side. He could not afford to let fear guide his mind. Breathing deeply, he was able to type out, “I’ll be there.”The moment the elevator doors closed, he steeled himself for the challenge ahead. This night might be a turning point.Fabian exited the café, the atmosphere tense, and saw Delia half leaning on the car, a playful grin etched on her face.“Why did you message me in the first place?” he barked, urgency injected in his voice.Delia simply asked, “You ought to marry Tasha.” This is so pardoning. Even Loretta should be thanked for that.“Loretta’s gone!” Fabian shot back, a tempest brewing inside him. “How can you even say that?”Delia just looked at hi
Fabian's brief encounter with Delia had added to the strain and pressure he had felt beforehand. The strange cryptic alerts, the threat of Martinez, thoughts of Loretta everything was racing through his mind. But the one controllable aspect of all this madness was his resolution regarding the wedding. He had to move.He quickly had his phone out and quickly put it back, very briefly, clenched with a fist before hitting Tasha’s number. The phone rang only once before she answered.“Fabian?” When Tasha spoke, the voice was smooth with a tinge of inquisitiveness; it was urgent."Meeting at the restaurant we talked about last time," he said in a calm voice. "It's imperative I speak with you."There was a moment of silence as Tasha processed this, then she said, "Alright. I’ll be there shortly."As Tasha took her time in coming, Fabien got to the restaurant first and occupied himself in a booth at the far corner for privacy. The soft voices around him, and the dim light that shrouded him i
Tasha inclined her head and rolled her eyes. She had always found Julian’s mood swings to be quite annoying and this time was no different. He was an asset to have around on certain occasions, but she hated how these moments reminded her of his true nature. "What makes you think I owe you any explanations?" she uttered with a coldness that could freeze water. “That is not your business.""None of my business?" Julian's voice was low but seething, "You know damn well I am affected by this. We had a plan, Tasha. Don’t pretend this was your decision alone."Tasha let out a breath as she began to lose her cool. "There are changes in the plans, Julian. This is the best option for me right now. The wedding will take place, that’s all."“You’re making a mistake,” Julian warned, though he lowered his tone dangerously. “You think Martinez and Fabian’s family will just let you go? You are walking into the flames, and when they rise, don’t expect me to rescue you."Tasha narrowed her gaze. “I wi
"My wedding is in two days," she said, her voice more urgent now. "I can’t be pregnant. Not now, not like this. There has to be something I can do."The doctor sighed and leaned forward, his face compassionate but firm. "I understand that this is a difficult situation, Miss Martinez, but the fact remains you are pregnant. There is nothing you can do to change that. You will need to inform your fiancé that the two of you are expecting a baby together."Tasha shook her head, her mind rejecting his words. How could she possibly tell Fabian? He would never believe the child was his. And even if he did, it would only complicate things further. Fabian was already detached, reluctantly walking into the marriage as a business arrangement. A baby would either trap him further or cause everything to blow up in her face."I can't..." she said again, the sound of her shaking voice still audible. "I can't tell him. He's not"She cut herself off before she could expose too much. The doctor turned h
Tasha took the driver’s seat of her car and settled in, her head now free from complicated thoughts that had moments before occupied it. The strategy was straightforward. In two days, she would become the wife of Fabian. She will go on a honeymoon with him and make him think that the child she will bear is his. And she would follow that by making herself the mother of his child and cementing her position in the family.In the process of driving and exiting the parking lot, a weight that had been held in her belly began to ease. She was no longer even panicking, rather everything was focused. She was going to give birth to Antonio and there was no way that she was not going to be Mrs. Antonio.She looked at the rearview mirror and smiled at herself with an assured smile. The wedding was the least part of it.Tasha maneuvered the car around the busy streets, her thoughts concerned with the possibilities of the future. People bustled around painting pictures on the streets, however, she
The date of the wedding was fast approaching, and she could feel the giddiness forming in her stomach, yet a nagging thought kept creeping back; it felt as though she was playing a game without knowing its rules. The child she carried would be Antonio and she would stop at nothing to ensure that her tomorrow was safe. She was prepared to seize her future and the wedding was just the first step.Luca was arching back and slouching against the wall of the barely lit room watching the commotions that were going on around him. There was a palpable tension in the room, inserting oneself into any form of business was a tension that dealt with the backstreets. He turned his head toward De Silva, who occupied a large, wooden mahogany table; several of his men, including some who had just come back from different missions, were also around him.“Doesn’t Ma’am Tasha look weird to you today?” Lucas asked when he turned his focus to the door Tasha had just walked out of, his voice containing more
Tasha laughed painfully, but it did not reach her eyes. “I am well. Just… I have had such a long day, I can tell you. I mean the wedding plans are kind of too much.” She opened the car slightly and used it to keep off Lucas, thinking it would put some space between them.Lucas frowned, unmoved. “Uh-huh. Stressful. But you’ve just been at the hospital, right? What’s the matter? You can’t just ignore that.”Tasha’s heart thumped again, but it was this time more out of anger than fear. “It’s none of your business. I’m simply taking a few tests in preparation for my wedding. I just want to look good for Fabian, that is all.”“Uh, okay,” Lucas answered, his voice laced with doubt. “But I have watched you when you are trying to cover up something. And you are the worst at trying to do that Tasha.”She gave him a look that could kill, annoyance barely contained. “What do you expect of me, Lucas? I don’t belong to you. I’m not your responsibility. Now, let me be.”“Not just yet,” he said, the