MasukStefan was lying beside me, the only piece of garment on him barely covering him. The night had been long as expected but a bit underwhelming. Our bed was still intact.I rolled away and sat at the edge of the bed. The smell of early morning coffee and the lingering odour of cheap beer mixed in the air. I groaned and massaged my head in circles. My clothes were arranged in a pile on an old chair. I rose up and the bed groaned.I hissed and reached for my clothes. The sun was already rising and I needed to be out before the guest house residents woke up.“Stefan,” I whispered.He stirred in his sleep. I buckled my bra and pulled up my pants.“Hey!”He rolled on his side this time and blinked his eyes open.“Is it morning already? Why are you dressing up?”I eased my top over my head and down my body. “You know how this works, Stefan."Ladies of my standing could not be found in places like this. It would ruin my image for good.He grunted. “Don't forget,” I said, watching him. “Catrin
The home of Carlos de la Fonte felt like it dropped straight out of an 18th century Italian monarchy. Tall cypress trees lined the driveway and the house stood as the most beautiful work of architecture I'd ever seen.This was the home Maria grew up in. And I was supposed to fill in her shoes.The butler was a shirt man who smiled happily when he saw me. I imagined Maria was loved by everyone in the house.“It's so good to see you again, Signora,” he said, lines folding beneath his eyes.I tried to return an equal amount of enthusiasm. “Thank you so much,” I replied, trying not to be rude and also hoping I was as sophisticated as was expected.The house keeper stood at the bottom of the staircase, smiling broadly. She spread her arms wide open as I approached her.“Welcome home, cara. I never stopped praying and believing you would return.”Her hug was the warmest I'd ever felt. It was the closest feeling to being loved by a mother. I imagined that Maria had loads of love. “He's upst
We were driving back home since Bethany had been discharged for home care until the following week.“You've not said anything about it,” I said, forcing my eyes to remain fixed on the road.He moved a little. “I'm still taking it in, Catrina. It's a lot to take in.”I nodded. He didn't need to say it, I could see the news had swept the floor of his feet. The way his eyes had turned cold, his body had stiffened. And now, silence stretched between us.I concentrated on the road thinking of this plan I had agreed to. To pretend to be Maria de la Fonte for three months was all Vincenzo was asking of to buy my freedom. This woman whom Julian had loved dearly, who suddenly disappeared six years ago. Vincenzo wanted me to spy on Carlos for three months. I didn't want to know why, but there was something about Carlos that was unsettling. The way he looked at me, and avoided my eyes when we spoke. It felt like he was hiding something. Perhaps he knew I wasn't really Maria. Perhaps he was the
I couldn't stop thinking about the test result. Something was terribly wrong. I had handled the samples myself and made sure the samples crossed were between Julian and Catrina. A positive test didn't make sense unless they were related.I scrolled through my phone looking for evidence of Catrina Lombardi before Maria's disappearance. I found zero trace of her on social media. There was just a list of graduates from a university in the US that had a Catrina Lombardi. “You don't believe it, do you?” I asked, raising my head from my phone.My neck hurt from being bent over the phone screen.She mumbled something. “I don't know, Veronica. You saw the test result too.”I pulled my knees to my chin and clasped my arm around my legs. “It's likely fake. Julian wants you to believe she's Maria. I don't trust that result, nonna.”The bed groaned slightly as she sat on it. Andrew stepped forward stiffly. “Should I request for a new bed, Lady Serafina?”She waved him off and pulled her weight o
My fingers trembled and I felt my chest tighten. I was filled with contrasting emotions. Relief and happiness that I had found her, and sadness and bitterness that she wanted to be someone else's. “Julian,” Carlos called out. “Is everything alright?”I reread the document again. It was true. If Bethany was mine, then Catrina was indeed Maria.He tapped my shoulder. “I'm talking to you, Julian."I turned around. “She's the one, Carlos.”He frowned. “What are you talking about?”I showed him the document. “I conducted a paternity test between Bethany and I,” I said as he looked at the result. “That's the result."“When was this?” He asked.“I got it just now.”He looked confused. “You don't believe it?”“No..no” he stammered. “Of course, I do.” He smiled. “I'm just shocked by the reality of it, Julian. Our Maria is back.”I nodded sadly. She was back but was she mine? He pressed the phone against my chest. “This is great news, St Clair.” He walked towards the room.“Wait,” I called out
I rushed from the room and hurried down the corridor.Veronica was calling my name behind and running after me.When I arrived at the ward, I saw Catrina and Carlos hugging. Bethany was being held by the nanny. I let out a deep sigh.“Oh, thank goodness.”They turned to me. Catrina’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “She's back, Julian.”I looked at Carlos, wondering why he was there, and why he was just coming. “How?” I asked “where did you find her?”“Carlos brought her,” she said.I felt uneasy with that. There was something with him that didn't sit well with me when we had lost Maria six years ago, he had been so numb that he didn't cry. He'd sworn that he'd leave no stone until he found her killer. He always insisted that she was killed. All the enthusiasm died after the burial. I thought he was just too exhausted.But watching him now, I couldn't see that excitement to see his sister back. Perhaps he still didn't believe it was her and he was protecting his heart from disappointme







