เข้าสู่ระบบTheo’s POVI had expected Michael to fight me, perhaps not this violently, but I had expected it.The moment I saw his fingers close around the guard's weapon, I knew the calm conversation I had imagined was no longer possible.Michael stood several feet away from me, breathing heavily, his eyes burning with anger as he held the gun firmly in his hand.The weapon was pointed toward my guards, but I knew that if he became desperate enough, he could turn it toward me."You're making this more difficult than it needs to be" I said.Michael laughed bitterly."You've been saying that since you drugged me" he replied. "I'm trying to give you a better life" I said."I don't want the life you're giving me" he replied. "You don't know what you're saying right now" I insisted. "I know exactly what I'm saying" he argued then pointed the gun slightly toward me. "I want to go home.""You want to go back to all that chaos or just back to Fernando?" I asked.Michael hesitated, only for a moment,
Michael’s POVThe first thing I heard was the low, powerful hum of an engine. It vibrated through the floor beneath me, through the seat against my back, and somehow through my entire body.For several seconds, I couldn't remember where I was. I blinked slowly and my head felt heavy. My mouth was dry, and there was an unpleasant pressure behind my eyes.I tried to move, but my body felt strangely weak then I remembered everything. My eyes widened."Henry."I immediately looked beside me and Henry was there, still unconscious. His head rested against the seat, his face peaceful despite everything that had happened.I reached for him and pulled him closer. I gently shook his shoulder."Henry, wake up" I said but nothing happened and Fear crawled through my chest.I checked his breathing and he was breathing normally.Thank God.I held him tighter then I felt the aircraft tilt slightly as the engine changed pitch.We were landing.I looked toward the window and clouds were disappearing
Fernando’s POVI knew Roberto was going to shoot me, I saw it in his eyes. There was no hesitation left in him, no uncertainty, no fear.Only determination.He had made peace with the possibility of dying for Theo and somehow, that angered me more than the gun pointed at my chest."Roberto," I said quietly. "Think about what you're doing."His grip tightened around the weapon."I have thought about it" he said.I scoffed then Roberto's jaw clenched."You know this is all your fault" he said.I stared at him."Me?""Yes."His voice trembled with anger."You came back into Michael's life, and everything fell apart."I almost laughed."Everything fell apart because Theo couldn't accept that Michael is capable of making his own choices" I replied. "You're not innocent either" he said."I never said I was" I said then pointed my own gun at him.Mortis stepped between us."Enough."Neither of us listened then Mortis looked around nervously."Both of you, lower your weapons" he said.Robert
Fernando’s POVThe jet disappeared beyond the clouds, but I couldn't move. I stood there staring at the empty stretch of sky as though the aircraft might suddenly turn around and come back.Michael was gone, Henry was gone and Theo had taken them.My breathing became heavier."I need to know where they're going" I said."We'll find out" Mortis reassured me.I turned sharply toward the airport building."I need the destination now" I said.Mortis followed."Don Fernando, don't do anything stupid" he warned but I ignored him.We rushed into the terminal, and I immediately approached the nearest airport employee behind the counter."You."The young man looked up nervously."Sir?""What destination is that private jet that just departed headed?" I asked. He blinked."I'm sorry, sir. I don't have that information" he said.My jaw tightened."Why?""Private flight information is confidential" he answered. I leaned across the counter."My husband and my son are on that aircraft" I pleaded.
Fernando’s POVThe engine roared beneath me as I pressed my foot harder against the accelerator.The road blurred into streaks of gray and green but I barely noticed the traffic anymore, I barely noticed the horns.All I could see was the tracker on my phone sitting in the cup holder, the small blinking indicator showing Michael's location.He was still at the airport and every second mattered."Don Fernando! Slow down" Mortis shouted beside me.I didn't look at him."No.""You are driving too fast" he said."I don't care" I replied. "You're going to get us killed before we even reach the airport" he said."Then we'll die on the way" I retorted. Mortis stared at me."That isn't reassuring."I tightened my grip around the steering wheel."I don't have time to be careful" I said.My heart was pounding violently. I couldn't stop thinking about Michael's face, the last time I had seen him, the last conversation we'd had and the fact that he hadn't answered any of my calls.Something was
Theo’s POVThe sight of Michael being carried toward the private jet should have made me feel relieved. Instead, it made something inside my chest tighten.Two of my guards carried him carefully between them, his unconscious body completely limp. Another pair followed with Henry.Henry looked younger when he was unconscious, almost peaceful and somehow, that made everything worse."Careful," I ordered. "Don't drop either of them.""We've got them, sir."Kim stood several feet away. She hadn't said a word since the guards had injected Michael and Henry but I could see the anger in her face."Kim."She looked at me."Don't try to explain this to me" she said.I sighed."I think you need to listen before you decide what you think happened" I replied. "I saw what happened. You had them drugged" her voice trembled."They were trying to run.""Because they didn't want to go!" She said.I glanced toward the jet."That's precisely why I had to do it."Kim shook her head as se stepped closer.
Fernando’s POV I could still smell Marlo’s cologne lingering in the room long after he left. The meeting had ended several moments ago, but my head felt heavier with every passing second. I stood by the tall windows of my study, the dying afternoon sun turning the marble floor of the mansion a d
Fernando’s POVThe bold red letters of the “CLOSED” sign glared at me through the glass of Kafé Verse’s front door, taunting me like a slap in the face. My heart slammed into my ribs as I stood frozen on the dark sidewalk, every breath turning ragged in my chest.No lights inside. No movement. The
Fernando’s POV The iron gates of my mansion swung open with a low groan, the convoy of black SUVs and my car rumbling up the driveway like a funeral procession. I could still hear Henry’s muffled sobs through the closed door of my car. Each cry was a needle under my skin.When the car rolled to a
Michael’s POV Fernando’s eyes locked on me, and for a heartbeat, the entire world seemed to hold its breath. His gaze flicked from me down to Henry, then back again, wide with something I hadn’t seen on him before—shock. The kind that looked like he had seen a ghost.“Michael,” Fernando said, hi







