One month later.
The living room of the safe house kept feeling like it was closing in around him as Rene paced back and front, unable to sit down. There was so much pent-up frustration that was building inside of him.
"Young master," Adina's voice sounded behind him, and he spun around in shock to see her standing there. Her hands were clasped tightly together in worry, concern written across her features. "Breakfast is ready. You should eat something."
Burying his face into his palms, Rene sighed, letting out another deep breath, knowing that there was little point in resisting. Pushing off the wall, he followed after her, and she led the way into the dining area, where food had already been set out on the table.
Taking a seat, he picked up his fork and stared at the food, but he wasn't hungry, instead feeling sick to his stomach.
Looking up, his eyes caught sight of Adina standing beside the window, her arms crossed as she regarded him solemnly.
"Can I join you?" A voice came from behind him, and Rene immediately jumped to his feet, turning around and there Catherine stood, smiling at her son.
"Mom?" Rene whispered, unsure if he was hallucinating from how exhausted emotionally he had been.
Suddenly, Catherine rushed into his arms, and Rene squeezed her tight, feeling a rush of relief at her presence, and buried his head into her shoulder, "Mom."
"Look at you taller than me." Catherine laughed as she ran her fingers gently through his hair, tears prickling in her eyes.
Letting out a small sound, Rene stepped back, a grin pulling at his lips, as he gazed fondly upon her. "It's really you."
Just then the sound of footsteps got his attention, and he gazed towards the doorway to see Rome walking in. The two men silently stared at each other, either making a move.
"Isn't he all grown up, honey?" Catherine said, breaking the heavy silence.
Rome nodded curtly, looking directly at Rene and speaking, "Yes, wife. He truly a man now."
"I wish you would treat me as such then," Rene mumbled, his voice sounding weak.
With sadness clouding her eyes, Catherine glanced between her husband and son before saying, "How about breakfast as a family? Come, you two... Sit and let's eat."
Both men sat down slowly, neither able to tear their gazes away from each other, and Catherine could sense the tension radiating in the air.
She cleared her throat lightly and looked between them before saying softly, "The food is getting cold."
The father and son shared a glance before both of them tore their eyes away from each other as they began picking at the food.
After Adine had served their plates, the family sat in silent eating, only the sounds of chewing and spoon scraping against plates and silverware filling the room.
Finally, Rome took a sip of water before swallowing, placing the glass back down on the table before leaning forward slightly. "Well, I have good news."
Immediately a worried glance crossed Catherine's face, and she gently touched Rome's hand, saying, "Let's allow him to finish his food first, huh, honey?"
"There's no need. I have lost my appetite. He can say whatever he wants to say." Rene interjected, his jaw clenching tightly.
Looking at Catherine, Rome hesitated, seeing that she was nervous and the tears behind her lids hurt his heart, causing it to ache deeply. He hated seeing the look in her eyes, but then Rene's voice snapped him out of it. "Are you going to tell me? I am icth to hear this so-called news."
The sarcasm in her son's voice caused Catherine to wince and squeeze her husband's hand tightly, and Rome frowned and leaned back in his chair, his expression pained.
"You can have the opportunity to be close to the family," Rome spoke, his words slow and measured.
A faint smile crossed Rene's face as he gazed over at his mother, but then he saw a teardrop rolled along Catherine's cheek as she stared back at her husband with pleading eyes.
"What's the catch?" Rene asked, afraid of the answer.
Rising to his feet, Rome reached over the table and placed a firm hand on Rene's shoulder, staring straight into his eyes, a serious expression on his face. "You are going to get married to the youngest granddaughter of the Rossi family, and we expect you to do everything that I ask of you, no question asked or fussing."
A nervous chuckle left Rene's lips, thinking his father was joking, but he could see the seriousness in Rome's eyes. This was no joke.
"You are serious. I am getting married." Rene murmured, looking over at his mom, who gave him a small smile of encouragement, but her eyes showed the fear of what his life would be like.
The tension in the room grew as Rene glared at his father sitting at the table, barely touching their food. The silence was finally broken by Rome, who took a deep breath and looked directly at his son."Your mother has been grieving, Rene," Rome began, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "Seeing you locked away in this safe house, isolated from the world, has been tearing her apart. I made a promise to her that I would let you have a life in the real world."When Rene furrowed his brow with that stubborn look in his eyes, Rome's expression hardened slightly. "I've arranged for you to marry the youngest granddaughter of the Rossi family. It's a contract marriage, but it will give you the opportunity to live outside this safe house, to have a semblance of a normal life. You will be marrying her in replace of Kia Flores', a servant from the mansion, son."Rene's fork clattered onto his plate as he stood up abruptly, his face flushed with anger. "This isn't what I wanted!" he shout
For the longest, Rene stared at his father, feeling his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand as he clenched them into fists. His breathing slowed slightly, his jaw clenching. Then, with a nod, he replied, "Got it.""Thank you, son." Catherine cried, rising from her seat and rushing forward to pull Rene into a hug. "I love you so much." She breathed, holding onto him for a few seconds before pulling away. "Parblo is the head of the maids and his family owns lots of land that the Rossi family wants to acquire. In exchange for the lands, he made an arrangement with Carlo to make his son the grandson-in-law of the Rossi family and give him a title in the family company. The old man agreed and made that into a contract, stating that the one who broke the contract would be penalized based on Parblo's demand. But that request fell on Parblo when he found out that his son was involved with someone and the girl was eight months pregnant and his son refused to marry anyone but her." R
The Ford mansion gates pulled open automatically and Vincent drove the SUV slowly through the front gate and onto the large, cobblestone drive leading up to the entrance. The entire ride, Rene sat in the back, wondering if he would still remember his childhood home, or if he would have forgotten everything about it after all these years. Finally, the car pulled up and stopped in front of the grand house, and moments later, Vincent opened the car door for Rene, saying, "We are here."As Rene stepped out of the SUV, he couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions. Everything felt familiar and strange at the same time, and the familiarity was overwhelming. He walked past Vincent towards the massive, wooden double doors, which were opened for him immediately by one of the huge staff members, and then entered the main foyer.For a moment, his brain started to hurt as memories tried to force their way into his consciousness, but they were blurry and distorted, making his mind unable to ho
Two days laterThe taxi arrived at the huge gate of the luxurious Rossi family estate, and Rene sat by Parblo, rubbing his sweaty palms against his trousers. The grand gates loomed ahead, flanked by meticulously manicured hedges and towering trees. "We are here." The driver announced their arrival, and Rene could feel his heart pounding as they came to a stop.Parblo glanced at him, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and encouragement. "Remember, Theo, stay calm and follow my lead. Everything will be fine."Rene nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to steady his nerves. He knew this moment was crucial. The plan they had meticulously crafted hinged on his ability to convincingly assume the identity of Kia Flores. The gates opened smoothly, and the taxi rolled through, making its way up the winding driveway toward the grand entrance of the Rossi mansion. As they approached, the full scale of the estate came into view – a sprawling, opulent building with a façade of gleaming white sto
The room fell into a tense silence as Layla's eyes locked onto Rene, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. Jason, still holding Layla’s arm, followed her gaze and his eyes widened slightly, clearly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.Rene's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. He had not anticipated seeing Layla and Jason here, and their presence complicated matters further. He could feel the eyes of the Rossi family boring into him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disdain.Layla's voice, laced with a hint of disbelief, cut through the silence. "Theo? What are you doing here?"Before Rene could answer, Jason rushed for him, his fist swinging for Rene's face. At first, Rene wanted to dodge, but remembering Rome's warning and not wanting to make the situation more suspicious than it already was, he allowed Jason's punch to connect. Before he could retaliate, however, another fist collided with his jaw, and he felt his vision go
The room remained tense as Rene’s laughter died down. He wiped the tears from his eyes and straightened, still catching his breath. He locked eyes with Layla, then with Jason, a small, defiant smile playing on his lips."You think anyone would buy that?" Rene's voice was steady, despite the lingering pain. "You think I'm here to get back at you? Trust me, Layla, you and Jason are the last people on my mind."Parblo stepped forward, his expression a mix of confusion and determination. "Mr. Rossi, there's been a misunderstanding. This is my son, Kia Flores. He's here to fulfill our agreement.""Shut it." Mr. Rossi snapped as he glared at Parblo. Then he looked over his shoulder at Rene. "Explain yourself. How do you know my grandson, and why is my future daughter-in-law calling you by a different name."Silence hung heavily in the room as all eyes turned to Rene, waiting for his response. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking."Mr. Rossi," Rene began, his voice firm,
The mention of Ford's family brought a quiet fear into the room. Mr. Rossi’s expression darkened as he processed Parblo’s words. The Rossis and Fords had a complicated history, and any hint of scandal or violence could have serious repercussions.Mr. Rossi’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, his voice low but edged with menace. "Are you suggesting that I, or anyone in this house, would be responsible for any injuries your son has sustained?"Parblo swallowed, his eyes flicking nervously between Mr. Rossi and Rene. "I’m simply stating the facts. If Kia returns with visible injuries, it could lead to unwanted attention and trouble, especially with the Ford family’s reputation for investigating such matters."Mr. Rossi’s face tightened as he considered the implications. The last thing he needed was for the Fords to become involved or for rumors of misconduct to spread. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "Very well. Maria, since he's your soon-to-be husband, you are respo
Taking off his shirt, Rene hissed under his breath when the fabric touched the gashes left in his skin. Carefully, he cleaned them with antiseptic wipes that Maria gave him, before wrapping them in gauze.After cleaning the area and making sure everything was secure, Rene stepped out of the bathroom shirtless, and her eyes widened as she gazed at his bare chest, his muscles flexing as he handed the kit to her, as Maria's gaze traveled slowly upwards to his dark, piercing eyes. "Thanks," he said, a little gruffly, as he pulled his shirt back on, wincing slightly at the tender stinging pain.Shrugging, she responded casually, "It was nothing."Then she stared at the bloodstained t-shirt, and then said, "Umm, did you bring any clothes?""Wasn't planning on staying here," Rene replied bluntly, averting his gaze from hers. "I got some oversized t-shirt... if... if you don't mind." she continued cautiously, hoping she wasn’t crossing some sort of boundary."Okay," He agreed, still refusi
The tires had barely stilled when Rene turned off the engine. The quiet hum of the Rossi estate’s grand driveway didn’t soothe the storm rising in his chest.He glanced at Maria beside him.She hadn’t spoken much during the drive. She was staring straight ahead, lips pressed into a thin line. Her hand was resting near the console. He tried to reach for it, brushing her knuckles lightly, just to feel her warmth. But she didn’t flinch, didn’t look at him.Then she blinked.And her entire body stiffened.“Don’t tell me…” she muttered.Rene followed her gaze and his jaw clenched.Their eyes locked on Layla, standing in front of the mansion, leaning against her car like she’d been planted there for hours. Her arms were crossed, her knuckles white, like she’d been gripping something too hard for too long. The moment she spotted them, her lips curved into a sweet, slow smile.Pushing the car door open, Rene’s entire body went tense.He stepped out of the car first, moving toward Maria’s side
The room was too quiet now. Too still.Layla’s heart pounded as she stood slowly, hoping Jason wouldn’t notice the tremor in her steps. Her voice was calm, “I got rid of everything.”Jason didn’t respond at first. He simply stared at her with a predator’s stillness. Then he nodded slowly, lips twitching into a faint smile.“Everyone out,” he said, not taking his eyes off Layla.Smiling at her brother, Bianca’s brows lifted, amused. “All of us?”Jason didn’t blink. “Except her.”With a deep sigh, Antonio paused, narrowed his gaze toward his son, and then at Layla, whose face had paled. He was quiet for a moment before setting his drink down with a heavy clink.“Be careful,” he muttered, then turned and walked out.Holding in her breath, Bianca lingered, an eyebrow raised, clearly enjoying the tension before Jason snapped, “Bianca.”“Alright, alright,” she said, smirking as she glided past Layla. “Have fun, lovebirds.”Watching them with desperate eyes, Layla’s breath hitched as the doo
The office smelled like cedarwood. The heavy oval desk gleamed beneath the amber lights as Jason stood at the head of the room now, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the embodiment of calm arrogance as he paced slowly before the others.Eyes glinting with mischief, Bianca lounged on the leather sofa, glass of wine in hand, already smiling at her brother’s smug expression. Antonio stood by the liquor cabinet, refilling his drink but watching Jason closely. Layla sat stiffly, arms crossed, her gaze wary but silent.Finally, Jason stopped pacing and turned toward them, a smirk creeping across his face.“Well,” he said, voice rich with satisfaction, “it worked. Exactly like I said it would.”Pausing the wine glass to her bottom lip, Bianca’s smile widened. “What? You mean you actually getting Maria to question him?”When their eyes locked with such a sinister glance, Jason let out a short laugh.“I didn’t just make her question him,” he said. “I planted doubt in her like a slow-burning fus
When Rene didn't utter a word, Maria’s voice cracked again. “Would you stay away from her? Completely. If it comes to me or her?”Rene looked at her... really looked at her... and something in his eyes shifted. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t guilt. It was something much heavier. Something sad.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he drew in a breath, slow and deliberate, before speaking in a voice so quiet she almost missed it.“If I have to cut someone out of my life just to prove that I love you... then what we have isn’t love. It’s fear.”Maria blinked, stunned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means,” Rene said, tone still calm, but laced with an ache she hadn’t expected, “that if you don’t trust me… if you honestly believe that I’d cross a line with Layla, then we don’t have the kind of foundation a marriage is supposed to be built on.”Her throat closed around a lump she couldn’t swallow. Every breath started to feel heavier.He stepped closer, slow and steady. “You’re asking m
When Rene suddenly locked eyes with her, Maria’s breath hitched. Again.The words Jason had thrown at him, felt like daggers dipped in honey, sliced through something fragile in her chest. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, loud, loud, too loud.And Rene… he hadn’t moved.Hadn’t spoken.But his fists were clenched so tightly at his sides that it was a wonder his knuckles hadn’t split open.“Maria-” Vittoria tried again, her voice concerned now. “Say something.”“I…” Maria started, glancing at her mother.But her voice cracked. Broke like glass under pressure.Rene turned his head, eyes meeting hers for the briefest second.And she knew.He’d heard the silence too.She opened her mouth again, but-Rene stepped forward, quiet but purposeful, reached for her hand, and gently pulled her to her feet.Everyone’s heads turned. Gasps. Whispers.Mad at her daughter humiliated because of Rene again, Vittoria reached forward slightly. “Maria, wait-”But Rene didn’t even glance b
The silence after Jason's question clung to the room like smoke after a fire. All eyes turned to Maria.Her gaze was locked on Rene.She didn’t speak.Didn’t blink.Didn’t move.And that alone said more than any answer she could have given.Jason saw it.The hesitance.The falter.The smallest stutter in her usually calm facade.He smiled, the kind of smug only someone who knew he had struck the right nerve could smile.“Maria?” he said softly, feigning confusion. “Cat got your tongue?”Lowering her gaze, Maria opened her mouth, then closed it again.Her lips parted just slightly, her throat working around the words she couldn’t quite force out.“I–” she managed.One syllable.Choked.Unable to restrain the rage burning his chest, Rene turned toward her slightly, his jaw flexing just once, but Jason cut in before he could say anything.“Don’t feel pressured,” Jason added smoothly, shrugging a little. “It’s not like anyone’s expecting you to defend him. After all, it’s not like he’s gi
The room stood frozen... like someone had sucked all the air out of it.Alejandro’s hand was still gripping Rene’s collar. The veins in his neck pulsed, but Layla’s voice still echoed in the silence she had created.Jason rose slowly from his seat. His expression wasn’t angry. It was almost amused. That slow, superior smirk... the one that said he was always ten steps ahead.Layla drew in a sharp breath and, before anyone could speak, her voice broke again, soft this time, trembling just enough to sound real.“I just… I can’t stand violence.”Scoffing, Alejandro turned to her, his brows furrowing.She continued, letting her hand fall from the table, brushing it against her chest as if calming her own heart. “It triggers me. I-I’ve worked so hard to move past things, and this? Watching you manhandle him like that? I can’t.”As her brows snapped together, Maria’s eyes flickered toward her, suspicion flashing for just a moment. But Layla didn’t waver. She lowered her gaze, perfectly meas
The moment Maria and Rene took their seats, the tension in the room thickened like an insoffociating smoke. Eyes darted. Chairs shifted. Even the air conditioner’s hum seemed to hold its breath.With a deep sign, Mr. Rossi stood at the head of the table, his hands resting on the polished mahogany surface. He wore a crisp navy suit, his tie perfect, his expression… smug.“Now that everyone is here,” he began, clearing his throat with purpose, “there’s something important I’ve been meaning to address.”Madam Rossi glanced up from her seat beside him. Her expression gave nothing away, but her fingers curled slightly around her crystal glass.The old man smiled, gaze sweeping the table, lingering just long enough on Rene to make the others shift.“Kia,” he said, pausing for effect, “has been with the family for some time now. He’s proven himself to be an asset. Efficient. Focused. Calculated. Traits this family used to pride itself on.”A beat passed. Rene said nothing, his expression as
After a silent momet, Maria took a slow, steadying breath, rolling her shoulders back as if the motion could shake off the tension still clinging to her.She didn’t look at Rene, not right away. Instead, she reached for her phone on his desk and walked off, keeping her stepped steady.Rene exhaled, running a hand through his hair before moving toward her. Just as he reached for the door handle, his office phone rang, and Marco eyed him but said nothing, and Rene hesitated.His jaw tensed. He debated letting it go to voicemail, but something about the timing made him reconsider. With a reluctant sigh, he reached for the receiver, pressing it to his ear.“Hello.”“Ah, Kia,” came the familiar voice of Mr. Rossi, and Rene straightened, his fingers tightening slightly on the phone.“Mr. Rossi,” he greeted, flicking his gaze toward Maria. She was watching him now, her expression unreadable.“Maria’s with you? I called her office and she's not there.” the old man asked, his tone sharp with e