MasukFernando’s POVThe school parking lot was crowded with parents waiting inside expensive cars, students laughing too loudly and teachers standing near the gates pretending they had control over the chaos.I sat quietly inside my black car with one arm resting against the door while the engine hummed softly beneath me.Dark sunglasses hid my eyes even though the afternoon sun wasn’t particularly bright.My attention remained fixed on the school entrance while my phone buzzed against the console beside me.I glanced at the screen to see it was Carlos and a small amused breath escaped me before I answered.“You’re persistent" I said.His warm voice immediately filled the car.“And you’re avoiding me” he replied. “I’m busy.”“You’ve been ‘busy’ for days.”I smirked faintly.“Has it really been that long?”“Yes, and I’m starting to think you don’t miss me” Carlos complained dramatically. I leaned back against the leather seat comfortably.“That’s a dangerous assumption.”Carlos laughed so
Michael’s POVThe elevator doors slid open quietly, and I stepped out onto the private floor carrying two paper bags of food in one hand and a neatly folded change of clothes draped over my arm.The hospital hallway was quieter than usual today or maybe I was just finally exhausted enough to notice it.I exhaled slowly and adjusted my grip on the bags before walking toward their room.The private hospital section was heavily guarded. Director Hale had made sure of that.Two security men stood outside Ashley and Nick’s room, both of them giving me small respectful nods as I approached.“Morning, Michael.”“Morning.”One of them opened the door for me and the moment I stepped inside, warmth replaced the cold sterility of the hallway.Ramon looked up immediately and relief crossed his face.“There you are" he said.I managed a tired smile.“You sound like I disappeared for three days.”“You disappeared for forty minutes, which is enough to worry me considering your history lately” he cor
Fernando’s POVMarlo finally leaned back in his chair slowly, trying to regain control of himself.“I never betrayed you, Fernando" he said.I almost laughed. Instead, I leaned back comfortably in my chair, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate arrogance.“You died and the family needed leadership" he repeated. “And you appointed yourself savior” I said mockingly. He kept quiet.“I left instructions" I continued and his expression flickered slightly.“Those instructions included protecting Michael and Henry, yet somehow you hunted them instead” I continued quietly. Marlo immediately raised both hands slightly in surrender.“Fernando, listen to me—”“No.”My voice sharpened enough to cut through his sentence instantly.I leaned forward slowly, resting my elbows against the table.“You terrorized my husband, you kidnapped my son, you pointed guns at them and almost killed Ashley and Nick, not that I care about those two but still" I said.Marlo swallowed subtly and his gaze
Fernando’s POVI walked through the gates of the jail slowly with my guards trailing behind me, my expression controlled, my presence unmistakable.People noticed me immediately, they always did.Some straightened, some looked away too quickly while others whispered.It was not because I was loud, I didn’t need to be. Influence has a sound of its own and it vibrated all thorough me.I stopped outside the visitation section and a guard stepped forward.“Sir, this area is—”He stopped mid-sentence when he properly looked at me and recognition flickered then caution and compliance followed. "Don Fernando Ramirez" he greeted but I didn’t respond.I just adjusted my cufflink slightly.“I’m here to see Marlo Ramirez” I said calmly. The guard hesitated.“He currently has a visitor” he replied. I exhaled slowly through my nose.“I don’t care” I said sharply. Another guard stepped closer, clearly uncomfortable now.“Sir, protocol—”I finally looked at him and he stopped speaking immediatel
Michael’s POVI couldn’t breathe properly, even after Fernando left the room and the door closed behind him.It felt like the entire world had tilted violently beneath my feet and my body simply hadn’t caught up yet.The steady beeping of Ashley and Nick’s monitors drilled into my skull while Fernando’s face replayed over and over again inside my head.I gripped the edge of Nick’s hospital bed harder as the cold metal steadied me slightly.Beside me, Henry stayed quiet for several long seconds, trying to process too much at once.Ashley shifted slightly in her unconscious state, causing one of the machines beside her bed to beep differently for a second before returning to normal.The sound snapped me back enough to realize I had been staring blankly at the wall.I slowly sat down in the chair beside Ashley’s bed before my legs gave out completely.Henry moved closer cautiously.“You okay?” he asked.No, not even remotely.But I couldn’t say that aloud. So instead I rubbed a shaky han
Fernando’s POVThe hospital hallway felt strangely cold despite the expensive lighting and polished floors. Henry stood frozen beside Michael, his eyes wide with disbelief, confusion, and something deeper.Something wounded.God, the last time I had truly seen him, he had still been a child. Now he stood nearly as tall as Michael, staring at me with eyes that looked like mine. Neither of them spoke and honestly, I understood why.I had imagined this moment countless times over the years but none of those fantasies had prepared me for the reality of his expression now.He looked destroyed.The guards outside Ashley and Nick’s room shifted awkwardly, clearly sensing the tension but I barely noticed them.My attention remained completely fixed on Michael.His face had gone pale beneath the harsh hospital lights. His injured shoulder visibly stiffened beneath his jacket.He looked exhausted, traumatized and despite everything, the sight of him standing there still made my chest ache with
Fernando’s POVMichael looked at me like I had shattered his entire world. His wide eyes, the sharp hitch of his breath, the way his body stiffened—all of it sent a thrill down my spine. Beautiful. The disbelief painted across his face, the sheer helplessness in his gaze, made my blood run hot.I
Fernando's POV The room was silent except for the occasional scrape of a chair against the polished floor and the rhythmic tapping of Rodger’s fingers against the table. The guard had left to retrieve the security footage, and now, we waited.I could feel the tension in the air as everyone began
Fernando’s POVThe room was too hot.Or maybe it was just me.I sat on top of my massive bed, tryingto calm down, legs spread wide, my fingers digging into the bedsheets.The air was thick, heavy, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake. My blood felt like it was boiling beneath my skin
Fernando’s POVMichael stood stiffly before me, every inch of his body locked in tension. His shoulders looked stiff, his fingers twitching at his sides, and though his face remained carefully blank, his eyes betrayed him. A flicker of wariness, unease, maybe even a little fear.Good.I leaned bac







