The Business of FamilyWhile Carlos stood before his glass windows observing the beauty of the skyscrapers, his phone buzzed, and he read the message from Isabelle: "The meeting with the principal went as well as could be. We need to talk. Don't be late for dinner."Carlos sighed and ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper mane. All day he had been contemplating the meeting with the twins' principal. He should have attended the meeting, and yet a crisis that fell in his lap regarding a prime customer had him tied up in his office. Once again.Rap, rap, sounded from his door, and his secretary said, "Mr. Fernandez? The board is waiting for you in the conference room."Carlos adjusted his tie. He brushed off thoughts of his family.He went into the conference room to find the prattle dying, all the eyes turning to him with a mix of anticipation and wariness on the faces of the board members."Ladies and gentlemen," he said, the bass voice cutting through the murmur of conversation. "The
Secrets and LiesThrough the hotel window, the Shanghai skyline sparkled, offering a sparkling display of lights that seemed to match the thrum of excitement buzzing in Isabelle's veins. She and Carlos had been in China a week now, fighting their way through endless meetings and tours of facilities, tightrope walking on a high wire that was international business. It was exhilarating, challenging, and utterly exhausting.As she leaned back into the soft couch, her laptop balanced on her thighs, the first signs of a grin began to grow across Isabelle's face. She was good at it—better than she'd thought. All those years running their household and maneuvering through so many social circles had polished her skills as a diplomat, negotiator. Even Carlos had been impressed, deferring to her for counsel at some of the most critical moments of the negotiations.A notification flashed across her screen – a video call from home. She smiled as she hit accept, and her children's faces lighted up
Corporate EspionageTo Isabelle, the Fernandez mansion that once symbolized success and family unity had become a prison. It had been three days since her rushed return from Italy, three days of frantic searching, pleading telephone calls, and sleepless nights. Alex was still missing.Isabelle sat at the kitchen island, her sea of electronics around her, her coffee untouched in front of her. The words of that text haunted her: "Your son is safe. For now. But his debt is now yours. We'll be in touch." What kind of debt? Who is this? And why haven't they contacted her again?Carlos wandered into the kitchen, looking crumpled when he was almost always immaculately dressed, dark circles under his eyes that rivaled Isabelle's own. "Any news?" Isabelle asked, knowing from the defeated slump of her husband's shoulders that there was none. Carlos shook his head and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Nothing. The police are still treating it as a runaway case, but I've hired private investigator
The normally unruffled composure of Carlos Fernandez now replaced with furrowed brows and clenched fists, he paced around his dimly lit office. His mahogany desk was strewn with the latest quarterly reports, each page staring at him like a harsh reminder of the crisis unfolding in front of him. Fernandez Holdings' stock had just plunged 15% in one day after their supposedly top-secret clean energy project found its way to their toughest competitor—GreenTech Industries."How?" Carlos muttered, rubbing a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. "How did they know about Project Helios?"A soft knock at the door broke into his reverie. Isabelle slipped inside, her expression a mix of worry and purpose. "Carlos, I came as soon as I heard. What can I do?"He turned to his wife; his eyes softened a moment, then hardened with resolution. "Isabelle, I need your help. There is a mole in our organization, and I want you to find him."Isabelle's eyes widened. "Me? But I'm not—""You are the only pe
Allison's GambitAllison looked at herself in the mirror of her bedroom. The years had not been unkind to her, really, but the creases in the lines of her forehead said differently. She straightened her blouse and took a deep breath before she picked up the glossy business card lying on her dresser. "Sarah Goldstein, Executive Producer," it screamed, with a phone number embossed in gold.It had been a totally out-of-the-blue offer, one of those reality television shows following her life as a single mother—rising businesswoman, all that jazz. "From Scandal to Success," came the title, and Allison had laughed at it, but she had not been able to shirk the opportunity.Her cellphone buzzed with a text from Morris. "We gotta talk about this shenanigans of a TV series. Dinner tonight?"Allison sighed, thumb hovering over the reply button. Things with Morris had been—an unexplainable long pause added—their own minefield. co-parenting their son, Jamie, while treading about with an extended h
Uneasy AlliancesTonight's dinner was way much more than just a family dinner; it marked the official welcome for Jack, Carlos's newly discovered son. Her hands could just manage to quiver slightly on the adjustment of the fork. Isabelle rattled her mind with the repercussions that this new addition in their family brought."Mom, do we really have to do this?" Sophia's voice cut into Isabelle's thoughts. The teenager was leaning on the doorframe with her arms crossed, her face a picture of annoyance mixed with apprehension.Isabelle took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Yes, sweetheart. Jack is part of this family now, and we need to make him feel welcome."Sophia rolled her eyes. "He's not family. He's some guy who just came out of nowhere and said he was Dad's son. How do we know he's telling the truth?""Your father has confirmed it," Isabelle said softly, wincing at the pain in her daughter's voice. "I know this is hard, but we really need to give Jack a chance."Before Sophia cou
Shifting SandsThe early morning sunlight pierced through the drapes and reached long shadows across the floor in Carlos's home office in the Fernandez mansion. Standing in the doorway, Isabelle fastened her eyes on her husband, who was hunched over his laptop, furrows etched into his brow. She coughed softly, and Carlos flinched, reaching quickly to minimize whatever he'd been working on."Isabelle," he said tightly. "I didn't hear you come in.""Clearly," she said, trying to filter out the hurt from her voice. "You have been distant lately, Carlos. Is everything okay?"Carlos ran a hand through his hair, speaking volumes for the fact that he was stressed. "Just work stuff. Nothing for you to worry about."Isabelle moved further into the room, her concern growing. "We're partners, Carlos. If something's bothering you, then I want to know."The sudden racket from downstairs broke the spell. Shouting could be heard from within the house."I told you to keep your hands out of my room!"
Fraying ThreadsSophia stood in front of the ornate mirror of her bedroom, fumbling with the clasp of her necklace. What had been a special piece of jewelry—her birthday gift from her father, Carlos—now felt heavy around her neck. She let out an angry sigh as her eyes fell on the picture frame of the family on her dresser. Those smiling faces seemed to dare her, so far from the tension that now sieved through their household."Need help with that?" Jack's voice seemed to erupt from nowhere as she spun around, dropping to find her new half-brother propping against the doorframe.Sophia's jaw clenched. "I've got it," she snapped, finally closing the clasp with a little too much force.Jack's easy smile faltered for a moment before he recovered. "Of course, sure. I just thought that—""You thought what?" Sophia cut in, her tone sharp. "That you'd ride in and play hero? Well, let me let you in on a little news flash, Jack. We were getting on just fine before you arrived."The hurt which c
The End Morris sighed and looked at the floor, “Carlos, I. . . I owe you an apology.” He was feeling regretful standing in front of the Fernandez family’s large living room. ”I’ve been wrong about you for far too long. ” The man, who once was called the ruthless billionaire Carlos Fernandez, stared at Morris in surprise. The passage of time had made him bitter and a little less cruel; the man had a glimmer of humanity in his gaze. "Morris, we have both sinned, and maybe it is time that we let that go, and start afresh." ,. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. . Two days later, there was a tense atmosphere in the Fernandez mansion as the family got ready for the last day in court. Isabelle walked around the room, her twins, Sophia and Alex watched their mother with concern. They were teenagers, still they were not dumb enough not to feel the gravity of the situation although not wise enough to understand it fully. “Mommy, are we going to be okay?” Sophia asked, her face registered with concer
Price of Redemption In the airport lounge as they waited for their flight back home, Carlos turned to Isabelle, out of the blue it seemed, deadly serious."We need to talk, Isabelle," he said, with the voice just loud enough despite the background noise of the terminal.Isabelle put down her magazine, knowing whatever he would say next carried weight. "What is it, Carlos?"He paused again and looked over to the kids, who were all busy with their phones and snacks, apparently noticing nothing of the tension palpably drawn between their parents. Then he turned back to Isabelle, his fierce gaze softening. "This trip. I realize now more than ever how much we have run away from facing things. I mean, we have been so ensnared with the trial, that we paid no heed to how much we needed each other."Slowly, Isabelle nodded and put the magazine aside. Of course they would have had to discuss it sometime. This vacation had been an escape route for the time being, but they had not been able to
Isabelle's POV A Change of SceneryCarlos had grown distant and busy, and Isabelle could barely remember the last time that they had really spoken.The children were affected by this too—reportedly. Alex, who was otherwise so cheerful and full of life, grew into a quiet individual who spent more time in his room compared to before. Sophia watched her parents with a worried look in her eyes, which seemed to pick up on an air of tension.She knew something had to give. They couldn't go on much longer this way, dancing around each other and barely holding together as a family unit. One evening while they sat around the dinner table almost in complete silence, Isabelle cleared her throat to speak."I think we need a break," she said, her voice slicing through the tension. "A real break. I've booked us a vacation; just the four of us. We leave tomorrow." Carlos's head jerked up from over his plate, his eyes flashing with surprise. "A vacation? Now? Isabelle, with the trial coming up, I d
Double CrossIsabelle's POV While Carlos and I pretty much were picking our way carefully through a brittle truce, truth got entangled—an undercurrents of mistrust and suspicion run too deep underneath.Morris was back in our lives, busy with Carlos, planning an appeal that hung over us all like the sword of Damocles. I played the supportive wife, but my stomach twisted with each glimpse of the two of them huddled together in strategy sessions. Not to forget Allison—always there to remind me things were not just as they seemed.Somehow, Allison had wormed her way back into Carlos's favor. Now, she just made herself useful in ways that left me wondering at her motives. There wasn't much I could do, though, I didn't have a lot to argue with results for. We needed all the help we could get.Yet something in the way she smiled at Morris, maybe something about it, in her eyes' glitter, when she thought herself unobserved jarred on me. I could see that she was plotting something. I only wo
Unlikely AlliesIsabelle's POV As I came home after the trial, the silence was palpable. Carlos and I had sort of reached a compromise to work things out, but the chasm of distance between us now seemed larger than before. We tiptoed around each other, trying not to detonate the fights that had become all too frequent. The weight of everything that had happened hung over us like a dark cloud, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to give.It was late in the day, but I found Carlos in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey. His face seemed to hold more etchings of worry lines than even a few days ago. Hesitating at the door, unsure if I should intrude, before I could retreat he looked up and caught my gaze."Isabelle," he said, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. "Come in."I walked into the room and sensed the tension in the air. "What's on your mind?" I inquired, attempting to keep my tone light.Carlos let out a sigh and raked a hand over his hair. "It's everythin
Hidden AgendasIsabelle's POV The silence was so thick, so palpable, you could cut it with a knife in that courtroom. Then the voice of the judge finally broke the quiet, reading the verdict. It was almost as though time had slowed down—draggy, very long words. There it was, folks; the last words: "Not guilty." The disbelief was hard to digest. Wave upon wave of relief washed over me, and then I was numb the next moment.We had finally won, and we were clean for sure this time. But something didn't feel quite right in this wave of relief. What was wrong?Carlos turned to me with a mix of victory and exhaustion on his face. "We did it," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.I nodded to him with a try at a smile. "Yeah, we did."In a flash, Morris was beaming reassuringly upon Carlos, shaking his hand, and at my side. "That is a victory for all of us," he declared, quite assured and composed in voice but with eyes that gave a flicker, the very doubt which was gnawing at me.As
Courtroom DramaIsabelle's POV Carlos had already been downstairs in his suit, impeccable, with an artfully done-up tie, sitting at the kitchen table with an empty, long stare into his coffee. His suit was impeccable, the tie artfully neat, but in his eyes, I could feel the tension. This trial was getting to all of us, I thought, but with Carlos, it felt like it was bearing down on him the most."Ready?" I asked softly, trying to sound surer than I was.He looked up at me then, his expression a mix of determination and exhaustion. "As ready as I'll ever be."We rode to the courthouse in dangerous, silent words. I felt there was some unseen poison spreading between the two of us. The pressure of our relationship overworked by the months tugged tighter and tighter until finally, the impending trial was just enough. Across the chasm in my mind, stretching between us, I could feel the impossible divide to bridge; at least that was what I felt right now.By the time we got there, the cou
Race Against TimeIsabelle's POV Among other things, this document we just received was something game -changing, this last bit of evidence, which would finally shift the tide in our favor. But as much as it brought hope, it also put an immense sense of urgency into the situation. We knew our opponents—all those dark figures who had set this whole scandal up in the first place would move heaven and earth to discredit or suppress it. Every second counted.That evening, we all sat in the living room. The air was heavy with tension; the fear was unsaid. I could see the worry etched on everyone's faces: Carlos, Jack, Sophia, Alex, even Morris, who had rapidly turned into an indispensable part of our efforts."We have to authenticate this evidence now," Morris said, his voice steady, but urgent. "If we don't, they'll find a way to discredit it before we can ever present it." Carlos leaned forward, his elbows propped on his knees, and deep stress lines etched on his face. "Do we have the
Damage ControlIsabelle's POVHere I was in my old familiar role as the squall of accusation and scandal reared its ugly head all over again, trying to hold everything together. An apparent impulsive act on the part of Carlos to issue a press statement without consulting any of us boomeranged. Far from quietening the rumors, it stirred the embers and set them even higher in the public perception of our family.Early the next day, the dawn was breaking right after the news along with a hundred calls, emails, and messages. In my mind, a thousand thoughts raced, but then I realized that I really had no time to panic; I needed to act."Carlos, we need to talk. I almost bumped into each of his study doors. His eyes were black with fatigue, his features etched with stress. The weight of the world seemed to be sitting on his shoulders."What's there to talk about, Isabelle? The damage is done."I took the deep breath of courage to say, "Yes, but we can still manage the narrative. We can't le