"You have to behave yourself, Percival. My father's watching you," I said, even though my dad was busy talking to his friends.Percival chuckled and kissed my cheek. He looked at me playfully as he raised our arms, and a giggle left my lips as I twirled. It brought me back to when we were young, and it felt like nothing had passed since then. The night was still young, and the guests seemed to enjoy themselves. I danced with my father after my first dance with Percy. Koen, who used to be my dance partner when we were little, also danced with me tonight. My heart was warmed by the presence of our friends and families, but it was yet to feel complete. By the time I was in Percival's arms again, I already felt tired from all the dancing. We were walking back to our seats when he leaned toward my ear."Wanna ditch the party? Marcus and I might've prepared something for you at home," he whispered."What about dad and your grandfather?" I asked, but my eyes were already glowing with excit
"Did they say why she's here?" I asked, feeling reluctant to let him go. Percival walked me to the kitchen before he answered my question."They said she needed to talk to me. She claims it's important," Percy sighed. "I've been avoiding her. She tried to talk to me and schedule appointments, but I blocked it all out. Should I have spoken to her then?""Is there a history I should be aware of?" I asked. "You told me not to worry, and I'm not. But I want to know why she's doing all this? Especially on our wedding day."Something about Helena made me feel uncomfortable, and it wasn't just her blatant ways of letting me know she wanted my man. I guess it was how she made her motives visible to me but not to other people. She knew what she was doing, and it was hard to know what she was thinking. "Back then, she was in the middle of an arranged marriage. But unlike you, her parents didn't give her a choice. We bumped into each other, and she was drunk on a high-rise building's rooftop.
"You might think you know me, but you don't." Percival's glare would make anyone shudder, but Helena stood her ground. She was determined to do what she came here for. "You know nothing about us. So, get a damn grip."Percival's voice sounded deep and threatening. His patience appeared to be wearing thin. As if he was only a few more exchanges away from walking out on her and placing a restraining order.Helena's back was turned against me, so I couldn't see her expression. But I saw how her shoulders shook as if she just scoffed. I didn't know if I should feel bad for her or be pissed after she used her hand on Percy."But I know that she left you and chose someone else. I'm not like you, Percival. I won't stand by and wait for her to hurt you."What she said struck something inside me, and my gaze fell to the floor. I did feel unworthy of all the love that Percival had offered me, but I wanted him anyway. There was nothing I could do about the past. There were things I didn't know t
Waking up to Percival wasn't anything new, but waking up to him with my bareness still pressed against his was. My hand cautiously reached for his face, caressing it and smiling at myself. Even though I was careful not to wake him up, I saw how the corner of his lips curled slightly. The arms that cradled me enclosed me tighter into his body. I rested my head on his hard chest when he didn't open his eyes. He must've been tired after staying true to his words about how he'd keep me up all night. I didn't even plan on falling asleep. I just did."I love you," his baritone voice mumbled, eyes still shut. I didn't know what was more difficult for him. . . to keep those three words bottled up, concealed, locked away for several years, or to finally say it only for me to refuse him. But everything that happened led us to this slow and warm morning together. "I love you," I whispered and swore I would always say it back. My hand hovered on his face to shield it from the ray of sunlight
I looked around, trying to grasp what had happened. What had led to this? Eyes searching for the threat. For the danger that caused this. Because I had come to get used to people destroying the things I wanted to protect. But there was no one. Instead, I found Linda crying in terror while cradled in the headmaid's arms. She was screaming. Apologizing. Only now that I was looking at her did I realize I had gone deaf to our surroundings. "What happened?" I, once again, asked, not as their boss but as Marcus' mother. My lips trembled, and my brows caved in. "H-he ran off. F-fell. I'm s-sorry. I didn't think he'd do that. I'm sorry! I took my eyes off him for one second. Is he okay?" I looked up the stairs and felt nauseous at the height of it. The small gate we attached there hung open, and I mentally shouted at myself for not replacing it when I knew that Marcus already knew how to open it. Of course, Linda wouldn't think my son would just run off. He was well-behaved. It must've be
I was prepared to order a media blackout. How wide? I wasn't sure yet. But I do know how quick people were to judge. How destructive their curiosities could be. They would assume, mock, and gossip about my son. I could already guess what they would say. Out of Wedlock. Abandoned. Maybe they'd even think he was adopted. Marcus would have the whole world talk about him the way they did to me when they found out about the annulment and the claim about my fertility. If only I had chosen a better man or made better choices, he wouldn't be in this situation. I knew I couldn't shield him forever, but this time, I wanted to do everything I could to make the world and future kinder to him. Even if I had to step away from the limelight and everything I love. I focused all my energy on getting to Marcus first and left the situation at Crescent to Koen. I also asked Grace to head to our house and send me the CCTV footage of the incident. I didn't want to see it, but my mind wouldn't give it a re
It was hard to see our child getting involved in an accident. But knowing that it wasn't, and someone out there had harmed him without us knowing, made my stomach churn. I was shaking as I opened the file that Grace sent me. A tear fell from my eyes as I watched Marcus fall and roll down the stairs. Every bone in my body trembled. But it wasn't anger. It was worse than that. It was betrayal. Percival took the phone from me. Anger and hurt were now visible on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, his breathing ragged, and veins were popping out of his knuckles. The very person we trusted to help raise our son with us. The person I thought would be around Marcus as he grew older was the person that would put him in harm's way. I couldn't believe it. Marcus was sprinting down the corridor, holding a piece of paper. Linda followed closely behind him, and he'd look back at her to see if she was still there. But stopped glancing as he stood at the head of the staircase. Marcus was too f
Percival and I had a lot of work to do, but we didn't leave the hospital until Marcus woke up. The doctors assured us that our son was doing well and that we did not need to be concerned. But I decided to stay at the hospital and work from there. On the other hand, Percy had to keep leaving for work or the investigation.It was Marcus' seventh day at the hospital. I had to leave him to my father because Cadmus was growing impatient, so we couldn't postpone meeting him any longer. According to Percival, his people learned that Cadmus met Linda a few days before the incident. So, we had to prepare for what he might know.We also discovered that Linda's sister and grandmother went missing days before my wedding with Percy. Based on their neighbor's statements, we could assume they were taken. Linda was still hiding, but we already had a lead."Don't touch me."I turned my head to the door when I heard Cadmus' voice. I looked at Grace, who stood behind me, and gestured for her to let Cadm
It took two days before the doctors said that my brother's condition had improved and he would wake up anytime soon. I wanted to stay by their side, but we had to head home each night for Marcus. After three days, we decided to discuss the situation with Helena. My family was my top priority, but it was time they filled me in with everything that happened while I was occupied at the hospital and at home.We were at the house, in Percival's office, along with Andrew and Rocco. They laid out pictures of where Helena was spotted after the incident.She might've gotten away, but she'd have no place to hide or people to rely on. Even her trusted assistant had agreed to help us in exchange for a clean slate. Helena might have had the upper hand when we didn't know who was pulling the strings. But even her people knew she'd lose the battle the moment she was discovered. Because in the world we live in, for most people, facing the Marquez head-on was just not possible.All of Helena's crimes
We decided to transfer Aisha here since we couldn't send her back to the hospital where she was originally admitted. She was determined to be by Koen's side, so we let her. I was sure my brother would want her to be at ease. So, we arranged her room to be next to his.While Percy was busy, I brought Aisha to Koen's room. I knew she wanted to run to his side the moment we entered, but she stood with glazed eyes by the door until I told her it was okay to come close. She greeted him with the softest voice I had ever heard and continued to be so careful as she touched him. My brother was still strapped to machines, and I hoped whatever Aisha was saying to him would be enough to bring him back.After she finished talking to him, we both sat quietly in his room. The nurses kept tending to her, asking her to return to her room, but she would beg them to let her stay by his side a little longer.I didn't say anything for the first hour that we sat there. Aisha was clearly worried, and I knew
This was a private hospital with a floor dedicated to their VIP patients. The lounge near the ICU and the corridor to my brother's room were exclusive to us. The other areas and rooms on this floor were also exclusive to the patients occupying them. It was impossible to loiter around without permission.We weren't accepting visitors. That was why this girl here was being driven away by the security and staff. But she seemed panicked, and her voice was begging."Who are you?" I asked as I walked toward them. My eyebrows were knitted as I scanned her appearance. She was wearing a jacket over her hospital gown. Her face looked pale, and she was wearing a beanie. Another patient?She looked at me in shock. I could sense the hesitation, but we both knew the only way to my brother was through me. And she seemed desperate. "I... I'm Aisha. I just want to see Koen. I want to know if he's alright.""Why? Why do you need to know? Who are you?" I asked again. Firmly this time. I had never met th
Light pierced through our curtains, indicating that I had been sitting on this bed for hours. The guards had secured the area, and Marcus had been moved back into his bedroom. My father and Koen were still in the hospital, and I felt too defeated to rush there and see them.I suppose this was the time to feel angry and start thinking of ways to punish whoever did this to my family. After all, anger was the only emotion I knew how to deal with. Because anger meant I could make people pay. I could put them in their place and make anyone regret crossing me. Either that or I shut down my emotions until there was no point in feeling them anymore.Anger. Hatred. Resentment. All of that made me believe that I could do something about the insurmountable grief from my mother's death and from losing the life I used to have. I thought, who could blame me? The grief was inescapable, and there was just no way around it.But the anger that pushed me to victory had also damaged the people and things
PERCIVALI was livid. So much so that my fingers finally curled into a fist. Veins popped out on my arms and neck. But Helena was too busy unbuttoning my shirt to notice all that. Her lips touched my collarbone, and her hands crawled on my chest. It was a challenge to keep my breathing steady when every part of me was aching to know that my wife and children were safe--to hold them close and feel them breathe. But I took on that challenge for them. To save them, I must first save myself. Helena was nothing but a big distraction that I plan to properly get rid of later. I ignored her and kept my eyes fixated on the fingers I could finally move."You know, I have a better idea," she whispered into my ear. "I think you'd start listening to me when I give you a son that's yours. You might even find it easier to forgive me if I carry your child."My gaze shot back at her. Despicable. I would've given her a scoff if I wasn't planning to trick her into thinking that the drug was still in fu
My eyes scanned the place to spot anything unordinary. Then I looked at my son and checked his clothes. Since Natalie had been here, I had to move Marcus to a safer place. So, I had to make sure nothing would track him. I gazed at Grace and Marcus' nurse and pressed a finger against my lips.There wasn't time for my questions to be asked or for the betrayal to be felt. But something told me that my relatives worked with Helena because of my uncle's greed. He had always wanted my father and brother's company for himself. How could they do this to us? Their family?"Natalie. She's been here," I said quietly. Grace began digging through her clothes, and the nurse followed her lead. They both knew the protocols, and we couldn't be too careful. Rocco gestured for us to follow him, and everyone did. We hurried to the back, with my son still in my arms. The next thing we knew, we were running toward the woods and into a shed. Thoughts were racing in my mind, but I stayed calm and focused o
"Natalie? What are you doing here?" I asked when I opened the door to see my cousin instead of Raya. Despite being my relative, she doesn't know about Marcus, and this house is far smaller than the penthouse. So, we were careful with who we invited over.I told the guards that someone from my agency was coming over. They knew Grace, but anyone else was asked to identify themselves. Since Natalie was a relative and a person from my agency, they probably let her in without too many questions. "Raya and some of the other staff had food poisoning earlier. So, I came to bring you these instead," she said, handing me the magazine and portfolio I asked Raya to bring. "I also got you these. Saw them while I was on my way."Natalie handed me a box of what seemed like pastries. I smiled and thanked her as I took the box and everything else."Food poisoning? How are they?" I asked. "Was it from the cafeteria?""Oh, no! It was food from outside that they shared. But they all seem fine, just a bi
PERCIVALThere was no fighting whatever they put in my food. So, I stopped struggling to save my energy. Alarms were blaring, that much I could register in my mind. They were having a hard time getting me out of the building. The voices and shouting indicated that my security had been alarmed. But I was already held hostage. They wouldn't be able to do much now. What I was counting on was for Andrew to fix this mess. If our trained men weren't spread too thin, they would've been here by now. Perhaps Katalina was right. I was being too stubborn. I should've brought more of our guards on my side--no, I should've been more cautious even around our relatives.The rest of it was a blur. I lost consciousness along the way. I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room. I still didn't have control over my body, but I wasn't as bad as before. I tried to lift my arm, but it was too heavy and numb. Dammit."How long have you been awake?" A voice came from the corner of the room. I couldn't figure out
PERCIVALTali was still asleep when I opened my eyes. In college, I'd often hear people say that she probably slept with her arms crossed over her chest. . . like a vampire. Would they believe me if I told them Tali slept with her arms wrapped around my waist? That she would snuggle closer to my chest when I touched her hair? I wouldn't believe it either.The hardest part of the day was to get out of bed. I wake up a little earlier than my alarm every morning for this little time with her. When she was sound asleep and unaware of how glad I was to wake up next to her every morning. I sighed and kissed her forehead. Despite my desire to stay next to her the whole day, I slowly untangled her arms from my body. Careful so I wouldn't wake her up. I wanted to slow down mornings to have more time with her, where I could lay in bed for a while before heading to my son's room to see if he was also still asleep. I want all that at the beginning of each day. Leaving the house where my son and