After a long week, Katherine received a message from Darius Richards. He would be waiting for her at Ana & Juana - Onas at 6:00 PM, a public venue designed to ease any fears she might have about meeting him. Though Darius didn’t fully understand her apprehensions, he knew this would be his first tim
[Present day]In a room saturated with the smell of disinfectant and medication lay the inert body of Alexia Levett. Her condition had shown some improvement—not enough to say she was cured, but at least she no longer required an endotracheal tube. Now, she only needed an oxygen mask.The people car
Alden and his mother, Katherine, had always been seen as outsiders. It was obvious they weren’t from Argentina. Grace’s parents, on the other hand, were well-known as one of the most prominent families in the oil extraction business.The relationship between the two young people had been a surprise—
While Alden comforted Grace and tried to figure out their next move, he kept glancing at the man driving the elegant car they were in. It was surprising how this stranger had stepped in to help him. Though Alden’s memories of their encounter were still muddled, he felt a deep sense of gratitude for
“With you, it’s different. When I saw those pictures of your mother that Theodore sent me, I remembered her. And when I saw you, I knew without a doubt—you’re my son. Just look at us; we’re like two drops of water. Though I can’t figure out where those gray eyes of yours come from—must be a family t
“Tell me something…” Alden called out as Peter began to walk away.“What?” Peter replied, pausing.“How did you survive? I still can’t believe you’re here,” Alden said, struggling to wrap his head around everything that had happened.“That’s something Theodore can explain better than I can,” Peter s
“Who are you? I was expecting Mr. Palmer, and that’s not you,” Sanford said arrogantly.“That’s the thing,” Peter said with a cold smile. “I am Mr. Palmer. The boy you threatened is my son. And if you don’t know who I am, then you must not be as involved in this business as you think. Do you even kn
At the house where Peter had left his son, Theodore was keeping an eye on the young couple. Though he had no children of his own, he understood the saying: blood calls to blood. The moment he saw the boy, he knew he was Peter’s son. That same boy, whom Peter had once only intended to observe from a
After that long conversation, Theodore felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Alden, on the other hand, was in shock. What kind of man had his father been to endure something like this? The whole story sounded absurd, yet it had to be true—after all, the man standing before hi
Alden was stunned. No one had ever spoken to him that way before. His mother had always been gentle, and Ignatius, who he had come to see as a father figure, was patient and understanding.“Take it or leave it! But make up your mind now,” Peter snapped, his tone tinged with exasperation.Alden ran t
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