LOGINThe morning light poured into the eco-lodge, soft and golden, but it carried no warmth for Katya. She sat at the small breakfast table, untouched coffee cooling before her. The news had arrived just before dawn: Rodrigo was gone. A sudden heart attack, they said. Unavoidable. Final.Katya’s hands trembled as she absorbed the words. Her father—once a looming, commanding figure, now a memory she could barely fathom losing—was gone. The weight of the Arzeus legacy pressed down on her, heavier than anything she had ever known.Ethan arrived, concern etched into his features. “Katya…”She shook her head, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. “He… he’s gone. Just like that.”Ethan took her hand, squeezing gently. “We’ll get through this. Together.”But Katya knew this was different. This wasn’t just grief. Rodrigo had left a company—an empire—that now rested squarely in her hands. The board had already begun circling, and advisors murmured about restructuring, power struggles, and oppo
Thirty Days LaterThe sun hung high over the jungle as Katya stood in the lodge’s garden, watching Clyde chase butterflies with a group of village children. His laughter echoed across the clearing – pure, unburdened. She’d spent every day of the past month preparing: consulting lawyers in three countries, gathering evidence of Clyde’s stable life here, even documenting every moment of his growth in journals and photos.Ethan walked up beside her, holding two cups of coffee. “They’re here,” he said quietly.Katya didn’t need to ask who. She’d seen the helicopters circling overhead an hour ago – not Rodrigo’s usual SUVs, but something bigger, more formal.“Did he bring the whole legal team?” she asked.“More than that,” Ethan replied. “Diether and Lianna are with him. They wanted to see Clyde for themselves.”Katya nodded, taking a slow sip of coffee. “Let them see. Let them understand why we’re fighting this.”They walked back to the lodge to find Rodrigo waiting on the porch, flanked
Three months later. The morning mist still clung to the jungle canopy when Katya spotted them – two black SUVs winding down the dirt road to the eco-lodge, kicking up clouds of red dust. Not Ethan’s modest rental sedan. These were armored, professional. Dangerous. She grabbed Clyde’s hand, pulling him inside the lodge where Ethan was packing his bag for his weekly visit back to Manila. "They’re here," she said, her voice tight. "My family." Ethan dropped his bag, moving to the window. Through the glass, he saw men in dark suits filing out of the vehicles – at least six of them, all with the same rigid posture, the same cold focus. One man stood apart, older, silver-haired, his face familiar from the news clips Katya had once shown him. "Your father," Ethan stated quietly. Katya nodded, pulling Clyde close. "I thought I’d escaped him. How did he find us?" Before she could answer herself, a knock sounded at the door – firm, deliberate, leaving no room for refusal. Ethan moved to
Ethan sat back, processing her words. The pieces were finally fitting together – why she’d run so far, why she’d hidden so carefully, why even the hint of his world had sent her fleeing. "So that's it," he said quietly. "You ran from both worlds – yours and mine. Thought you could build something clean in the middle." Katya nodded, pushing a folder across the table. "I've prepared documentation. Clyde's birth certificate, medical records, even a proposed custody agreement I drafted myself." She paused, her voice softening. "I know the law, Ethan. I know paternity tests are standard, and I won't fight it. But we need to agree on terms first." Ethan opened the folder, his eyes scanning the pages. The document was meticulous – clear, fair, with every detail accounted for. It was classic Katya work. "You want joint custody," he noted, looking up. "But with strict conditions." "No media contact. No public acknowledgment. Clyde stays here, in the village, where he's safe and happy.
One Hour Later The meeting room at the eco-lodge was simple, with a large wooden table and chairs. The only sound was the distant chirping of birds and the gentle whir of a ceiling fan. Katya sat at one end of the table, a stack of meticulously organized papers in front of her. She wore a simple, functional dress, but her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and her posture was rigid, reminiscent of her days in the courtroom. Ethan walked in, Davies silently trailing behind him. He took a seat opposite Katya, his gaze sweeping over her, taking in the deliberate formality she had adopted. He almost smiled, a bitter curve of his lips. The lawyer was back. Davies took a chair a little further back, unobtrusive, already pulling out a tablet. "Mr. Dawson," Katya began, her voice steady and clear, no trace of the panic from the market. "Thank you for respecting my request for privacy and for waiting. Let's be very clear about the parameters of this discussion." She pushed a legal pa
Katya's mind raced, a whirlwind of legal implications and raw fear. Her lawyer's training, usually a source of strength, now laid out the stark, terrifying reality. She had, in Ethan's eyes, abducted their child. The articles Davies had no doubt compiled for Ethan would paint a damning picture: parental abduction, concealment, depriving a father of his rights. In Costa Rica, fathers had significant rights, even if they weren't present at birth, and paternity could be established through DNA. She knew the law. She knew the consequences.Her primary goal now was to protect Clyde."Mama, who is that?" Clyde's innocent question cut through the chaos in her mind. He was looking up at her, then back at Ethan, his little brow furrowed in confusion.Katya forced a smile, one that felt brittle and fake. "He's... he's a friend, Clyde. From a long, long time ago." Her voice was shaky, betraying the lie.Ethan’s eyes, burning with an almost painful intensity, didn't leave hers. He took another st
The air outside the hospital felt too bright, too clean, too full of life for someone who felt like she was falling apart from the inside. Katya’s legs trembled as she stepped out of the car, the hospital discharge papers still folded in her bag like heavy secrets. Three days before her wedding.
Marco stayed with me until the sky outside the hospital window turned a muted gray, exhaustion etched like bruises beneath his eyes. He barely blinked each time the machines beeped, each time I shifted, like even the smallest movement might mean I was slipping away.But duty tugged at him—calls he
Katya’s eyelashes fluttered as consciousness dragged her back. The first thing she felt was the coldness of the sheets, then the heaviness in her limbs… and then the hollow panic in her chest. Monitors beeped gently beside her. IV drip. The faint smell of antiseptic. She blinked— And froze.
The moment the door to my office clicked shut behind him, the world blurred. I couldn’t breathe. I stayed frozen for a heartbeat… then my chest caved in. I grabbed my bag and stumbled toward my chair, knees weak, vision burning. Every inhale scraped like glass. I should be thinking about wedding







