All Chapters of His uncle's sweetheart : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rafael stood in the sterile hall of the police station, his jaw clenched as he watched the police escort Ryan into an interrogation room. Tension buzzed in the air and pressed heavily upon his shoulders. He had Gabriel right next to him, his arms crossed and fists over his biceps, with sharp, blue eyes taking in everything that was happening in front of them. Meanwhile, Ethan remained rather composed; Rafael knew how much alarm the man had by the way his hands flexed every now and then."Ready for this?" he heard Gabriel ask in the quietest voice.Rafael only nodded. "Let's hear him out."They entered the small room; the door slammed noisily behind them. Ryan was seated at a metallic table, his wrists cuffed but his head held defiantly high. There was one officer who leaned against the door while the other positioned himself to start the interrogation.Ethan sat opposite to Ryan, his face unreadable, while Rafael remained standing, his eyes narrowing as he watched both men.Detective

Ethan's heart was racing against his chest as he made his way to the isolated address given in the ambiguous message. The late afternoon sun was low on the horizon and cast long shadows over the winded road. Since he got the text, he had tried running through each possibility in his head: who might have sent it and what they could know.Was it Ryan, wanting a bit more from him? Had Claire's cold feet turned on him? Or was it someone else, someone of whom he'd never thought?With every step down to the meeting place, his apprehension mounted: a secluded clearing off of some old seldom-used road. He pulled over, turned off the car, and stepped outside into the predawn chill. It was a very quiet place, save the leaves rustling in the soft breeze, and the intermittent chirping of a bird.Ethan looked at his wrist watch; the seconds ticked away, like some kind of time bomb in his brain, as he waited. Whoever had sent that message would be there in a moment. He needed to remain composed who

Ethan sat in Gabriel's office, his heart pounding against the walls of his ribcage. Gabriel's face was as cold as stone, unreadable as he stared across at the secretary who sat opposite them. She was outright trembling, her eyes darting from Gabriel to Ethan and back again while the tension drew out every second into an eternity.Gabriel spoke first. "I want the truth," he said icily. "No more lies, no more games. You either come clean right now, or things are going to get a whole lot worse for you."The secretary swallowed hard as her hands fidgeted across her lap. "I-I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she stammered, her voice low, barely audible above a whisper. "It just got out of control.Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Out of control? You hacked into the company's systems, framed Ethan, and almost brought this entire operation to its knees. That's not something that just 'gets out of control.".Tears began to well up in the girl's eyes as she struggled to speak. "It wasn't suppo

Rafael sat upright in the dimly lit café. His gaze was riveted on the file held between the fingers of the investigator. The tension was heavy, palpable almost to the extent that it nearly caused him to suffocate. Diagonally across from him, Bernice sat with her eyes darting from Rafael to the investigator as fingers tapped out a staccato rhythm on the table. Thick unresolved tension lay between them, silent as a storm just waiting to happen.He was a middle-aged man with gray temples and an ultra-serious look on his face. The investigator finally spoke after clearing his voice, "Mr. Fernández, months ago, Mrs. Bernice commissioned me to conduct some background research on you. Particularly, she wanted me to find out about your biological parents."Rafael's jaw was clamped, his mind a mile a minute. Not being able to envision why this woman would do such a thing behind his back. Rafael looks down at Bernice, her face rummaging just for an ounce of deception. All he saw, though, was a

Having been at home, still caressing her psychological wounds from the huge weight of relief passed between Rafael's forgiveness and their reconciliation earlier that week, Bernice sat in the living room. Her mind rivaled suddenly what the future held for them. Then, she heard a gentle knock at the door and rose to open it. Opposite her stood a man with a big package.Delivery for Mrs. Bernice," he said, courtesy-smiling as he extended the package to her."Thank you," she said, taking the package and closing the door behind her. She set it down on the table, her heart racing with curiosity. Who could have sent her something?She unwrapped the package carefully and had been so shocked to see an evening gown in deep emerald green. It was fabulous, the sort of gown which would make every woman look and feel like a queen. As she took it out, a little note fell into her palm from between its folds.She reached for it, hands slightly shaking as she unfolded the note to read the words in Raf