Dominic swiped his arm across his desk, sending its contents onto the ground. The movement startled his assistant, whose mouth had been open to say something. Then, his mouth snapped shut as he stopped, turned, and walked back out of the open door, closing it behind him.The simmering rage within him that had been lying dormant during his interaction with the mother and daughter erupted like an exploding volcano. Dominic grabbed his hair with both hands and screamed, but the sound didn’t carry due to the room’s soundproofing.How did he let something like this happen?He was sure he had neither met nor slept with Aralise, but the duo appeared confident that the child was his. Impossible, it was fucking impossible.He remembered being drugged at the Hotel Lé Vista, and the timeline seemed to match up. But wasn’t the woman he slept with that night Solo?Wasn’t Solo the one he called for help that time? He stood and began to pace the room like a caged animal. Why couldn’t he remember the
Sapphire sat in her wheelchair in the living room of Dominic’s apartment, a glass of wine untouched on the table beside her. The silence of the space felt oppressive. She clutched her phone, scrolling through social media, but her thoughts were a thousand miles away as she recalled the conversation she overheard.“Yes, Sir, all right. I’ll expect her. How long will you he gone? Rest assured, Sir, I won’t let you down.”“Was that the young master?”“No, his assistant. He informed me that our young master won’t be back for a few days.”“Why? Where did he go?”“Miami, he didn’t say why.”“Miami?”“Yes, Miami. He told me to take care of Ms Lin and that Madam Isabella will be coming.”“You can be the one to tell Ms Lin. I’m not going near that tigress. I’m sure she’ll be worse with Mr Hale gone.”“Probably,” a long sigh followed. “I’ll tell her later before the next shift takes over.”“Good thinking. At least we can hold on to some peace before the storm.”“Shh, be quiet. She might hear yo
“Okay, so what’s the ‘D’ on the baby mama? Why is her identity an issue for you?”“I was getting to that when you jumped in with your less-than-necessary recap.” Dominic expelled a breath, strolled over to the mini-bar in his room, and poured himself a drink. “Aralise is the woman from back then’s cousin.”“Cousin?” There was a pause on the other end, a chuckle, and the rustling of material and paper.“Yeah, Cousin,” Dominic nodded as if Miles could see him.“Cousin—huh…distant or like you and me?”“Like you and me, I think. I remember Solo saying her mother was a twin.”“Did you say, Solo? Is that the name of your fuck buddy?”“Don’t call her that. That is not how I think of her anymore. But yeah, her name is Solo—but you already know this.”“That name does sound familiar, but I didn’t hear it from you. You have never told me her name. It’ll come back to me. Keep going, although this does sound a little fucked up.”“I know it does.” Dominic combed his fingers through his hair and too
Aralise continued to press the call button for Dominic’s number over and over, listening to the automated message repeat that he was unavailable as she sat on the edge of her couch, her leg jerking.She hissed and threw the device onto the seat next to her. Her mother, Cassandra, sat opposite her. She raised her brow at Aralise's action, but her expression was calm, and her eyes were calculating.“It’s been three days,” Aralise said, her voice tight as she sighed with frustration. “Why hasn’t he called?” Initially, she thought her mother’s plan was foolish, but she went along with it anyway, seeking her approval—always seeking her mother's praise since childhood.Cassandra sipped her tea, her movements measured. “He’s thinking. Men like Dominic don’t act impulsively. He’s weighing his options.”“Well, he’s taking too long,” Aralise said, her voice clipped. Had her mother been straight with her, she would have put in more effort from the get-go. “What if he decides to ignore us altoget
Solo leaned back on the couch, what felt like a rare moment of peace settling over her as she cradled a warm mug of tea in her hands. Across from her, Kirael stretched out lazily, her bare feet resting on the edge of the coffee table.The bassinets holding the babies were arranged nearby. The gentle rise and fall of their tiny chests reassured the two women. The living room was bathed in soft, golden light from the setting sun. The faint chirping of birds outside added to the serene ambiance.There was no Aralise to disrupt the harmony. Her absence left the house quieter but also... emptier. Solo hated to admit it, but part of her missed the constant background noise of Aralise’s antics. Most of all, she missed Daryl. The house felt soulless without her.She glanced at Kirael, noting the slight furrow in her friend’s brow as she stared at the ceiling.“Penny, for your thoughts,” Solo said, her voice light but curious.Kirael turned her head, smirking. “Not sure they’re worth that much
“Dad!” Solo’s voice raised an octave at the sight of her father. “What are you doing here?” she asked, grinning and pulling him through the door for a hug, not waiting for him to answer. He held her as tightly as she held him.Then, stepping back a little, Ralph Delaney gripped her shoulders and pushed her away so he could examine her. His gaze flew up and down over her body as he spun her around.“I’m here because I miss my baby girl, and I wanted to see my grandchildren. Are you okay? Is your body all right? I know the twins came early. How are they doing?” After he had spoken, his eyes darted around the room as if searching for something.”“What are you looking for?”“My grandkids, where are they?”"They are in the living room. This way, I'll introduce you to them." Solo said, pulling her father by the sleeve toward the open doorway.”"Your grandmother should be here in an hour." He said as he let her drag him into the room—hearing this, Solo raised a brow but said nothing."Hi, Ki
Solo shook off the bitter thoughts and focused on packing. She grabbed a large suitcase from her closet and began packing clothes, toiletries, and other essentials. As she packed, she could hear muffled voices from the living room—her father's rumble and an unfamiliar female's refined tone—her grandmother, no doubt.Kirael appeared in the doorway, arms full of baby supplies."I've grabbed some more of the boys' things," she said. "How are you doing?""Almost done," Solo said, zipping up her suitcase. "I just need to grab the diaper bag."Kirael nodded. "Good. Your grandmother's here. She seems...intense."Solo snorted. "I bet. I've never met the woman, and now we're fleeing the country together.""Life's funny that way," Kirael said with a wry smile. "Come on, finish up, and let's go meet her."They made their way to the living room, where Ralph stood next to an elegant older woman. Her silver hair was styled in an intricate updo, and she was dressed in an expensive-looking pantsuit.
As the car sped toward the private airport, Vivian’s mind wandered to when everything began. She and Clara Washington, now known as old Madam Hale. They grew up together and were the best of friends. Having lived next door to each other, they went to the same schools and college and worked for the same intelligence team.When Clara married Albert Hale, the two women couldn’t have predicted the outcome of such a union, but their lives were never the same again. Only the firstborn, Hale children, are told the secret to the family fortune—where it exists and how to access it should the need arise.It was rumored to be a never-ending supply of wealth.Most people believe it to be folklore as the story has been handed down throughout the centuries, and only a handful of family members know the truth, mainly the second branch of the Hale family, Albert’s twin brother Gilbert.No one knew the level of Gilbert’s greed until he attempted to kill Albert and Clara’s soon-to-be-born and only chil
As the car sped toward the private airport, Vivian’s mind wandered to when everything began. She and Clara Washington, now known as old Madam Hale. They grew up together and were the best of friends. Having lived next door to each other, they went to the same schools and college and worked for the same intelligence team.When Clara married Albert Hale, the two women couldn’t have predicted the outcome of such a union, but their lives were never the same again. Only the firstborn, Hale children, are told the secret to the family fortune—where it exists and how to access it should the need arise.It was rumored to be a never-ending supply of wealth.Most people believe it to be folklore as the story has been handed down throughout the centuries, and only a handful of family members know the truth, mainly the second branch of the Hale family, Albert’s twin brother Gilbert.No one knew the level of Gilbert’s greed until he attempted to kill Albert and Clara’s soon-to-be-born and only chil
Solo shook off the bitter thoughts and focused on packing. She grabbed a large suitcase from her closet and began packing clothes, toiletries, and other essentials. As she packed, she could hear muffled voices from the living room—her father's rumble and an unfamiliar female's refined tone—her grandmother, no doubt.Kirael appeared in the doorway, arms full of baby supplies."I've grabbed some more of the boys' things," she said. "How are you doing?""Almost done," Solo said, zipping up her suitcase. "I just need to grab the diaper bag."Kirael nodded. "Good. Your grandmother's here. She seems...intense."Solo snorted. "I bet. I've never met the woman, and now we're fleeing the country together.""Life's funny that way," Kirael said with a wry smile. "Come on, finish up, and let's go meet her."They made their way to the living room, where Ralph stood next to an elegant older woman. Her silver hair was styled in an intricate updo, and she was dressed in an expensive-looking pantsuit.
“Dad!” Solo’s voice raised an octave at the sight of her father. “What are you doing here?” she asked, grinning and pulling him through the door for a hug, not waiting for him to answer. He held her as tightly as she held him.Then, stepping back a little, Ralph Delaney gripped her shoulders and pushed her away so he could examine her. His gaze flew up and down over her body as he spun her around.“I’m here because I miss my baby girl, and I wanted to see my grandchildren. Are you okay? Is your body all right? I know the twins came early. How are they doing?” After he had spoken, his eyes darted around the room as if searching for something.”“What are you looking for?”“My grandkids, where are they?”"They are in the living room. This way, I'll introduce you to them." Solo said, pulling her father by the sleeve toward the open doorway.”"Your grandmother should be here in an hour." He said as he let her drag him into the room—hearing this, Solo raised a brow but said nothing."Hi, Ki
Solo leaned back on the couch, what felt like a rare moment of peace settling over her as she cradled a warm mug of tea in her hands. Across from her, Kirael stretched out lazily, her bare feet resting on the edge of the coffee table.The bassinets holding the babies were arranged nearby. The gentle rise and fall of their tiny chests reassured the two women. The living room was bathed in soft, golden light from the setting sun. The faint chirping of birds outside added to the serene ambiance.There was no Aralise to disrupt the harmony. Her absence left the house quieter but also... emptier. Solo hated to admit it, but part of her missed the constant background noise of Aralise’s antics. Most of all, she missed Daryl. The house felt soulless without her.She glanced at Kirael, noting the slight furrow in her friend’s brow as she stared at the ceiling.“Penny, for your thoughts,” Solo said, her voice light but curious.Kirael turned her head, smirking. “Not sure they’re worth that much
Aralise continued to press the call button for Dominic’s number over and over, listening to the automated message repeat that he was unavailable as she sat on the edge of her couch, her leg jerking.She hissed and threw the device onto the seat next to her. Her mother, Cassandra, sat opposite her. She raised her brow at Aralise's action, but her expression was calm, and her eyes were calculating.“It’s been three days,” Aralise said, her voice tight as she sighed with frustration. “Why hasn’t he called?” Initially, she thought her mother’s plan was foolish, but she went along with it anyway, seeking her approval—always seeking her mother's praise since childhood.Cassandra sipped her tea, her movements measured. “He’s thinking. Men like Dominic don’t act impulsively. He’s weighing his options.”“Well, he’s taking too long,” Aralise said, her voice clipped. Had her mother been straight with her, she would have put in more effort from the get-go. “What if he decides to ignore us altoget
“Okay, so what’s the ‘D’ on the baby mama? Why is her identity an issue for you?”“I was getting to that when you jumped in with your less-than-necessary recap.” Dominic expelled a breath, strolled over to the mini-bar in his room, and poured himself a drink. “Aralise is the woman from back then’s cousin.”“Cousin?” There was a pause on the other end, a chuckle, and the rustling of material and paper.“Yeah, Cousin,” Dominic nodded as if Miles could see him.“Cousin—huh…distant or like you and me?”“Like you and me, I think. I remember Solo saying her mother was a twin.”“Did you say, Solo? Is that the name of your fuck buddy?”“Don’t call her that. That is not how I think of her anymore. But yeah, her name is Solo—but you already know this.”“That name does sound familiar, but I didn’t hear it from you. You have never told me her name. It’ll come back to me. Keep going, although this does sound a little fucked up.”“I know it does.” Dominic combed his fingers through his hair and too
Sapphire sat in her wheelchair in the living room of Dominic’s apartment, a glass of wine untouched on the table beside her. The silence of the space felt oppressive. She clutched her phone, scrolling through social media, but her thoughts were a thousand miles away as she recalled the conversation she overheard.“Yes, Sir, all right. I’ll expect her. How long will you he gone? Rest assured, Sir, I won’t let you down.”“Was that the young master?”“No, his assistant. He informed me that our young master won’t be back for a few days.”“Why? Where did he go?”“Miami, he didn’t say why.”“Miami?”“Yes, Miami. He told me to take care of Ms Lin and that Madam Isabella will be coming.”“You can be the one to tell Ms Lin. I’m not going near that tigress. I’m sure she’ll be worse with Mr Hale gone.”“Probably,” a long sigh followed. “I’ll tell her later before the next shift takes over.”“Good thinking. At least we can hold on to some peace before the storm.”“Shh, be quiet. She might hear yo
Dominic swiped his arm across his desk, sending its contents onto the ground. The movement startled his assistant, whose mouth had been open to say something. Then, his mouth snapped shut as he stopped, turned, and walked back out of the open door, closing it behind him.The simmering rage within him that had been lying dormant during his interaction with the mother and daughter erupted like an exploding volcano. Dominic grabbed his hair with both hands and screamed, but the sound didn’t carry due to the room’s soundproofing.How did he let something like this happen?He was sure he had neither met nor slept with Aralise, but the duo appeared confident that the child was his. Impossible, it was fucking impossible.He remembered being drugged at the Hotel Lé Vista, and the timeline seemed to match up. But wasn’t the woman he slept with that night Solo?Wasn’t Solo the one he called for help that time? He stood and began to pace the room like a caged animal. Why couldn’t he remember the
Dominic stared at the younger woman before him, the scent of her perfume and baby products filling his office. Although he didn't know her, he felt a sense of familiarity. Looking closer, she resembled Solo, and his heart began to dance to a familiar beat. He wanted to know why they had contacted him first. He had never dealt with anyone from Solo’s mother's side of the family, but here they were, speaking to him as if they were close and had known each other for a while. He stood and walked around his desk to greet them, shoving his hands into his pockets.“I don’t think we’ve ever met.” He said, offering a hand. Even if he thought them somewhat rude, he needed to keep them on good terms so he could find Solo. “I’m Dominic Hale. My assistant said you needed to speak to me. Can I ask what it's about?” He steadied his nervousness. On the outside, he wore an expression that showed a calm, confident man on the inside—he was shaking in dread, fearing that he wasn’t going to like whatev