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Chapter Twenty
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2024-10-18 18:00:20"He's here?" I whispered, my eyes darting around for a hiding spot. Laxus? It couldn't be. And Daryl, he's actually considering him as an investor? This is a nightmare.
I found a hiding spot and huddled there, my heart pounding in my chest. After a couple of minutes, I managed to calm myself enough to pull out my phone and send a message to Daryl.‘I'm sorry, sir, I need to step out for a moment,’ I said, my cheeks burning with guilt. He granted my request, and I escaped the seminar, feeling a pang of remorse for my lie. Thank goodness for that, but I knew I had to make it up to him somehow.The seminar dragged on, but I finally made it to the end. Daryl's message about lunch with the guest arrived, and I was itching to get back to work.A feeling of unease washed over me as I walked towards the parking lot. Someone was watching me, and I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest."There you are!" Laxus's words were a chilling whiRelated chapters
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"Angeli Gonzales," Helena declared, her voice ringing with a mix of admiration and amusement. "That's her name." I nodded, my gaze lingering on the figure across the room. "She's still young," I offered, hoping to soften the blow of her apparent rejection. "She has time to find someone who will appreciate her." Helena's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that held both warmth and a hint of disbelief. "She likes Daryl," she said, her voice laced with a knowing smile. "And whatever she wants, she gets." I watched Angeli, her gaze fixed on Daryl as he engaged in a lively conversation with another woman. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a quiet intensity in her posture, a sense of unwavering determination that spoke volumes. It was clear, even from afar, that Angeli Gonzales was a woman of unwavering will.Daryl's office door stood ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway, illuminating the tense silhouette of two fig
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“Come on! How can I get pregnant? I'm not in a relationship.” I blurted out, my voice cracking as I tried to maintain a facade of composure. It was a pathetic attempt. Laxus’s response was a cruel twist of the knife. “Oh! So, you are not seeing someone now. Good!” His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. My mind raced, trying to decipher his meaning. “Are you just asking me if I'm single, that's why you asked me if I was pregnant?” I challenged, my voice laced with a mixture of anger and hurt. He just smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.“Maybe you are pregnant too. Or Joana.” The words were a venomous dart, aimed straight at my vulnerabilities. I took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of emotions.“No one's pregnant here.” I spat out, my voice trembling with barely contained fury. I turned towards the main door, my back stiff with defiance.I opened the main door, my patience wearing thin. Laxus
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The hospital room spun, a dizzying carousel of white walls and sterile smells. Pain, a dull ache that pulsed through my body, was the only constant. Every breath felt like a struggle, a desperate gasp for air. I could hear the muffled voices of doctors and nurses, their movements a blur in my fading vision. "I can't hold this anymore," I whispered, my voice a raspy croak. Cold sweat slicked my skin, each bead a testament to the relentless agony. A hand, strong and steady, grasped mine. I looked up, my vision swimming, and met Joana's worried gaze. Her touch, a gentle caress on my forehead, was the only comfort in that swirling chaos."Hey, Tyra! Just hold a little bit longer," Joana's voice was a soothing balm, but the pain was a tidal wave, crashing over me. "Tyra!" Tyler's voice, a lifeline in the storm, reached me through the haze. The door swung open, and the doctor's calm presence was a beacon in the chaos. Their hands, firm and rea
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“Hey, how are you?” Trisha inquired with a cheerful tone as we settled into our seats at the vibrant ice cream parlor. The air was filled with the sweet scent of waffle cones and laughter from children playing nearby. I turned to her, a smile spreading across my face.“Doing great! How about you?” I replied, my gaze shifting briefly to Marco, who was joyfully climbing in and out of the colorful playhouse, his laughter ringing like music.“I’m great! How old is he?” Trisha pressed, her curiosity evident as she watched Marco with a warm expression.“Four years old!” I answered proudly, watching her nod in acknowledgment.“I can definitely see his resemblance to Laxus,” she remarked, a knowing smile creeping onto her lips, which made me smirk in return.“Yeah, Laxus really did a great job,” I said, unable to hide the truth. Marco bore a striking likeness to Laxus at that age, with the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes.“Does Laxus know about him?” Trisha aske
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The air hung thick with unspoken tension as I steered Marco back to the dining area, my steps measured and deliberate. It was as if I hadn't heard the hushed whispers, the barely contained anger that had permeated the room just moments before. I placed Marco in his highchair, the plastic squeaking slightly against the wooden floor, and carefully measured out his food, the rhythmic clinking of the spoon against the bowl a stark contrast to the silence that had settled over the room. My gaze fell upon Tyler, his face turned away, his shoulders stiff and unyielding. He was avoiding my eyes, a silent testament to the storm brewing beneath the surface. I cleared my throat, the sound sharp and unexpected in the quiet, and met the eyes of both Tyler and Laura. "Let's eat," I said, my voice carefully neutral, a mask hiding the turmoil churning within. "Laura, you should join us." The words hung in the air, a fragile bridge over the chasm that had opened between us. Laura
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The elevator hummed, a quiet symphony of metal and machinery. I stood awkwardly beside him, the silence stretching between us like an unyielding elastic band. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken words and unspoken expectations. I shifted my weight, the faint scent of his cologne a subtle reminder of his presence. My eyes darted to the floor, then to the ceiling, then back to the floor again, desperately seeking an escape from the intensity of this shared space. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the elevator doors. I wondered what was going through his mind, if he was as uncomfortable as I was. Perhaps he was simply lost in thought, his mind a million miles away. Or maybe he was just as aware of the awkwardness, choosing to let it hang heavy in the air. The elevator lurched to a stop, the doors sliding open with a soft hiss. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my composure. "Good day, sir!" I said, forcing a smile as I stepped out. The doors
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"What are you doing here?" I asked Jared, my voice a low murmur that barely rose above the din of the fast food restaurant. He shrugged, his gaze flitting around the crowded space, seemingly unfazed by my presence. I slid into the seat next to Marco, who was engrossed in a game on my phone, oblivious to the tension that crackled in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that mirrored the chaotic energy of the restaurant. My eyes darted around the room, searching for a familiar face, a lifeline in this sea of strangers. And then, I saw her. Laura, her bright smile cutting through the fluorescent lights. "Laura!" I called out, my voice gaining strength with each syllable. She turned, her smile widening as she spotted me. She hurried towards our table, her presence a beacon of calm in the storm of my anxiety."Can you take Marco to the arcade for a moment?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I didn't need to explain further. Laura, with
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Joana halted her pacing for a moment, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Are you suggesting that Jared was aware of Marco's situation all along?" she inquired, her voice tinged with disbelief as she resumed her restless back-and-forth movement across the room.The memory of my encounter with Jared at the fast food place remained vivid, a recent scar on my mind. It had been weeks, yet the details still played out like a film in my head. "Yeah, he's definitely dropping hints," I confirmed, slumping back into the couch cushions. "He's acting like he knows something, but he's not saying anything directly.”We were huddled in the living room, Tyler, Joana, and I, our conversation centered around Jared. "Maybe Trisha told him?" Tyler suggested, voicing the thought that had been swirling in my own mind."I can't blame her," I said, shaking my head. "She didn't want to keep secrets from her boyfriend." Trisha's loyalty to her boyfriend was
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The waiter placed a chilled bottle of white wine on our small, round table, the condensation clinging to the glass like tiny diamonds. Laxus, his gaze sharp and unwavering, poured himself a glass, the liquid catching the candlelight as it swirled. The silence stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken tension. My throat tightened; a nervous cough escaped my lips, a pathetic attempt to break the suffocating atmosphere. He didn't flinch, his eyes still locked on me, a faint smirk playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes, the gesture small but defiant, and heard his low, amused chuckle vibrate through the air."Why the hostility?" Laxus's voice was low, a rumble that vibrated through the air as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch, despite its tenderness, felt invasive. "Don't play coy," he added, his eyes glinting with something I couldn't quite decipher. "Hostility? I'm not being hostile!" I retorted, my voice sharp, a forced smirk
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Another gunshot ripped through the air, the sound sharper, closer this time. It sent a fresh wave of icy terror through me. We waited, breath held, until the hesitant approach of uniformed figures broke the suffocating silence. Police officers, the ones who'd lagged behind, were finally making their way to the derelict house. My hands shook so violently I could barely grip them. The thought of Laxus alone, inside that decaying, sinister building, was a physical torment."No, no, no! What is going on?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the frantic rhythm of my own footsteps as I paced back and forth. Tyler's attempts at reassurance felt hollow, his words lost in the maelstrom of my anxiety. "He'll be alright," he said, his hand resting lightly on my arm, but his eyes mirrored my own apprehension. The sight of the police officers filing out of the abandoned house – their shoulders slumped, their expressions etched with sorrow
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"Security's already on its way to the house," Laxus said, his hand gentle in my hair. "I'm just going to file a report at the station." My heart hammered against my ribs. I shook my head, my gaze fixed on his. "Let me come with you." He cupped my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. The tenderness was a stark contrast to the grim set of his jaw. "No. Stay here. I'll make sure both you and Marco are safe. That's my promise." His voice was low, laced with a steely resolve that both reassured and frightened me. The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air – a promise he would keep, no matter the cost. I nodded, the fear a cold knot in my stomach, trusting him implicitly, even as doubt gnawed at the edges of my acceptance.The sound of the door closing echoed the hollowness in my chest. I turned to Marco, his small hand gripping mine. His eyes, wide with a child's innocent fear, mirrored my own unspoken anxieties. "Mom? What's happe
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The sun, a molten gold spilling across the horizon, warmed my eyelids. I stirred, the soft weight of Laxus beside me a comforting pressure against my side. His breath, warm and even, ruffled the stray hairs on my cheek. Gosh! The sheer intimacy of it stole my breath. The scent of his skin, a clean, musky fragrance, filled my senses, a potent elixir that stirred a longing deep within me. I couldn't deny the pull, the undeniable want that bloomed in my chest like a forbidden flower. I shook my head, a silent reprimand to my racing heart, and quickly gathered my hair into a messy bun, trying to tame the chaos that mirrored my inner turmoil. As I pushed myself up, intending to escape the intoxicating closeness, Laxus's hand shot out, his fingers closing around my arm with a strength that both startled and thrilled me. He pulled me back, his body a warm, solid haven against mine."Let's just… stay here a little longer," Laxus whispered, his breath warm agains
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The midday meal with Laxus had been pleasant enough, a polite exchange of pleasantries and business updates. The drive back to my office, however, was a welcome respite. Laxus dropped me off before speeding off to oversee operations at their headquarters. The quiet hum of the air conditioning in my car, the gentle sway of the vehicle as it navigated the city streets – it was all a balm to my senses. Alone at last, the weight of the day's events lifted slightly. The silence of my office was a sanctuary, allowing my thoughts to unfurl without interruption. I leaned back in my chair, the soft leather a comforting embrace, and let my mind wander.Sophia burst into my office, a whirlwind of energy and papers. A cheerful smile illuminating her face. "Lunch was great, wasn't it?" she chirped, her voice full of the unburdened optimism I envied. My own smile felt strained, a thin mask barely concealing the turmoil Laxus's words had stirred within me.
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Following Laxus's declaration of wanting me back, his visits to my workplace became a regular occurrence. It was a welcome distraction, honestly! My return to work allowed me to tackle the mountain of pending paperwork that had accumulated during my absence. Sophia was a lifesaver, diligently proofreading every document to ensure accuracy. With Tyler engrossed in wedding planning, the workload fell squarely on my shoulders, but the support from my secretary and Laxus's consistent presence made the task manageable.The peace of mind that came with knowing Mom was diligently caring for Marco whenever he wasn't at the Villafuertes was immense. Their loving attention, their dedication to his well-being – it filled me with a profound sense of relief and gratitude. This was exactly the life I had always envisioned for my son: a life filled with love, security, and unwavering support. And for that, I was eternally thankful to Daryl; he had foreseen this idyllic scenario
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The day of Daryl's departure arrived, a bittersweet symphony of farewells and promises. We gathered at the airport, a silent chorus of emotions swirling around us. My heart ached with a pang of loss, a space carved out by his absence. Tears welled in my eyes, reflecting the depth of my affection for him. He had touched my life in a way that left an indelible mark, a gentle reminder of the joy he brought. Marco, too, was overcome with emotion. His tears, however, were born of a different kind of love, a love for the good that lay ahead. I loved Daryl, deeply and truly, but my love for him was different, a love that held a special place in my heart, distinct from the profound love I held for Laxus.The airport buzzed around us, a symphony of farewells and hurried departures. Yet, in that moment, it was just us, Daryl and I, stealing a precious few minutes together before his flight. "Daryl," I said, my voice catching slightly, "Thank you. For everything. F
