เข้าสู่ระบบ🔥 Why is Fernando truly here? Has he come to reclaim Michael as his possession —or is there something else much darker at play? 👉 Dive into the next chapter to discover what lies behind Fernando’s sudden return.
Theo’s POVMichael stared at me as though I had suddenly become a stranger, perhaps, in that moment, I was.The gun remained pointed at him, my finger resting carefully along the side of the trigger.I wasn't going to shoot him and judging by the way his eyes remained fixed on the weapon, he was beginning to understand that I wasn't bluffing either.For several seconds, neither of us moved. Henry stood beside Michael, looking between the two of us with confusion and fear written all over his face.Kim was behind them, completely frozen."Dad," she whispered.I didn't look at her. My attention remained on Michael."Sit down" I said for what felt like the hundredth time.Michael swallowed. His eyes flickered toward Henry and that was when I saw the calculation happening behind his eyes.He was considering his options.I knew Michael well enough to understand what he was thinking. He could probably disarm me..If he moved quickly enough, he could close the distance between us, knock the g
Fernando’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the car, I knew I was running out of time.Munich Airport stretched before me, enormous and unfamiliar, filled with travelers dragging suitcases, airport employees rushing between terminals, and announcements echoing through the vast building.None of it mattered. I had one thing on my mind and that was to find Michael and Henry.I slammed the car door behind me and immediately started walking."Come on," I muttered.Mortis got out after me."Fernando, wait" he said but I didn't wait.I asked some airport workers if they could tell me the whereabouts to Michael but they were completely clueless. "I don't have time to wait" I said to Mortis eventually. "You need to think" he insisted. "I've been thinking for the last hour" I replied then turned toward him. "And every second I've spent thinking is another second Theo has had to disappear with them."Mortis sighed."Running around asking random airport workers isn't going to make them appear"
Theo’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 echo of my boots was the only sound in the hallway as I led Michael back into the drawing room. My hands were in my coat pockets, fingers twitching for the comfort of power. Beside me, Michael was silent. Tense. His brows were furrowed, his thoughts clearly tangled. I didn't sp
Fernando’s POVI kicked the tire of my car so hard it hurt. The echo bounced off the restaurant walls, turning a few heads in the dimly lit parking lot.They could stare all they want. None of them could understand what I was going through. My blood boiled under my skin, heat climbing up my neck,
Michael’s POVEverything happened so fast, and yet I remember it like a slow-motion nightmare.The door burst open with a loud, echoing creak that should have sent dread crawling down my spine. Instead, all I felt was a flutter of hope—until Risky staggered forward, his eyes wide with something li
Fernando's POV The taste of Michael lingered on my lips like something forbidden and intoxicating. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—no, that was a lie. I knew exactly what it was. Ever since the moment I woke from my coma and saw him again, something primal had returned. A hunger. A pull.






