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
Fault LinesIsabelle's pulse raced as her eyes skimmed over the contents of the "Project Legacy" file. Her screen was covered in graphs, spreadsheets, and cryptic notes that painted a picture she struggled to understand. One thing, however, was clear: this was way more than just family drama. She went deeper, and then a notification appeared on her phone—an alert from the news that hit her like a bucket of ice-cold water."Breaking: Anonymous Source Exposes Fernandez Holdings' Unethical Business Practices"Isabelle's hand shook as she reached for her phone, scrolling through the article. The accusations that cropped up included bribery, environmental misdeeds, and labor exploitation. There was no concrete evidence to back up such allegations; light on story but insinuation filled every word, an arrow pointed squarely at the heart of everything Carlos had built.It was as if her racing thoughts had summoned Carlos into the room, white-faced. "Isabelle, have you seen—" He froze, his eye
The sharp fluorescent lights of the Fernandez Holdings boardroom brought out in sharp relief dark shadows across the face as Carlos stood before his executive team. A place that used to be power, confidence, and reign now sounded more like being smothered by a blanket. Now, pairs of eyes that turned back on him with respect and admiration turned inward, filling themselves with disappointment and barely concealed anger."I understand your concerns," Carlos said wearily; he had not slept a wink the previous night. "But let me assure you, the allegations against me and this company are grossly exaggerated."The chief financial officer, Marcus Reeves, made a face and snapped at Carlos, "Exaggerated or not, Carlos, the damage is done. Our stock has plunged 30% since the market opened. Clients are jumping ship left and right."Vivian Chen, head of marketing, nodded in agreement. "With every minute, we are losing public goodwill. Every news channel is carrying our story. In social media, it'
The yellow crime scene tape adorned the front gate of Fernandez mansion, with plain-wrap vehicles rimming the street. Inside, the family sat stunned, silenced, in the living room while the FBI fluttered around.Isabelle's hands jittered around a cup of cold coffee. Her actions pressed on her like a press, and she was smothering. Facing her sat Sophia, stiff in her chair, in an attitude of defiance, her eyes red-rimmed. Alex huddled beside his sister; his young face portrayed a picture of confusion and fear.Jack paced up and down in front of the window. His earlier confidence was fast giving way to visible anxiety. He couldn't help looking at his phone, which had suspiciously remained silent since the raid began.Breaking the tight silence, the sound of approaching footsteps turned all heads as Carlos was led into the room flanked by two stern-faced agents. He was bedraggled—his normally immaculately dressed suit rumpled, his eyes sunken."Dad!" Alex exclaimed and started to run towar
Rebuilding TrustThe panic room seemed to close in with every second that passed. Tension and unsaid fears hung heavy in the air. Jack's bombshell hung heavy in the air, as each of the Fernandez family digested his information in their own way. Only Carlos remained standing with his back against the wall, his face a picture of confusion and betrayal. Isabelle moved to stand protectively in front of her children, her eyes not wavering from Jack's face.Sophia was the first to speak. She was quick-tempered, anyway. "What do you mean he is not your son? Who are you?"Jack lowered his gun and put it on the shelf nearby, a gesture of goodwill. "The name's Jonathan Reeves, Marcus Reeves' son."The name hit him like a blow in the face. "Marcus? My CFO? But how... why?""It's complicated," Jonathan muttered, running a hand on his hair. "My father...he's been working against you all these years, Carlos. Him and my mother. He's one of the main architects of the real Project Legacy."Isabelle fr
Media StormOn the launching of Allison's reality TV show, the Fernandez family was now more under the public eye, where they had to keep appearances as a united family. Carlos was caught in excruciating indecisiveness regarding how and when to come out to the world about knowing who Jack was and how to do it, with all the backlash it could hold, against the freedom of living honestly.Isabelle had stepped in to handle the public side of the family image and extend the necessary fortitude and flexibility during crises. She knew that Allison's star was just starting to rise and that they had to be prepared."It is impossible Vanessa would come all the way up here for a mountain hike," Isabelle murmured. She paced the study in circles. "We need to get out in front of this before the media tears us apart."Carlos's brows furrowed in worry, and he raked a hand through his hair. "I don't know if I'm ready for that much exposure. Jack's past is…complicated. I'm still trying to wrap my head