Lawson shrugged to himself, feeling no emotional attachment to Camila's outburst. "If she can't handle the truth, that's not my problem." He mumbled and a soft knock at the door broke his train of thought.
"Mr Lawson!" The butler voice came through and before he could continue Lawson cut him off abrupt. "Not now Charles Leave me alone," Lawson snapped his voice firm but controlled. He didn't want to be disturbed, not now, not when he was still processing the events that had just unfolded. Charles's voice was hesitant, but he eventually backed down. "Yes, sir. Sorry to disturb you." Lawson nodded to himself, even though Charles couldn't see him. He waited until he heard the butler's footsteps fade away before he turned his attention back to his thoughts. But his solitude was short-lived. The door t swung open, and Diane walked in, flaunting her protruding belly. She looked radiant, her skin glowing with a healthy pregnancy sheen. Lawson's gaze flickered to her stomach, and for a moment, he felt a pang of... something. But it wasn't guilt or regret. No, it was something else entirely. Diane's eyes met his, and she smiled, her lips curling up but before she could speak he gesture curly towards the door "Get out of my room." Diane's eyes sparkled with amusement, but she didn't seem offended by Lawson's abrupt command. Instead, she sauntered closer to him, her hips swaying seductively. "I don't think so, Lawson," she said, her voice husky and confident. "I think we should put our differences behind us and embrace this baby since you seem to think you put it in there by mistake." Lawson raised an eyebrow, But he quickly interrupted by the door hinging open and his sister, Madison, bursting into the room her movement frantic. Her eyes were wide with worry as she spoke. "Lawson, oh my god, I just heard..." She trailed off, her gaze flicking to Diane, who was still standing in the room, a smug expression on her face. Lawson's eyes narrowed, What had Madison heard? And why did she look so worried? " Heard what, Madison?" Lawson asked, his voice firm but controlled. Madison took a deep breath before speaking, her words tumbling out in a rush. "There was an accident at the highway. A very bad one," Madison continued, her voice shaking slightly. "A friend who happened to pass by told me. She said it involved a tanker truck and...and a car. Then it turns into a multi vehicle collision the highway is under lock down." Madison's eyes locked onto Lawson's, her gaze searching for any sign of concern or alarm. But there was nothing. "And how's is that out problem." Lawson replied flatly. "Camila... she just left... " Madison trailed off, her voice trembling with worry. "Do you think... She's....I don't know ... maybe" She paused and heaved a sig "I have tried calling her but she isn't picking my calls." "She is upset so she wouldn't pick your calls." Diane spoke up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And stop worrying for no reason perhaps Camila didn't drive through the highway. And even if she did-" . "This isn't the time for your drama, Diane. " Madison .interrupted, her voice firm but worried. "We need to find out if Camila is okay. We can't just stand here and speculate. Lawson, can you please try to reach her or send someone to find her?" Lawson's hesitated but eventually nodded curtly. "I'll send someone to check on her. But let's not jump to conclusions. We don't know if Camila was even involved in the accident." Madison snorted, her eyes rolling in exasperation. "Oh, come on, Lawson. Don't play dumb. You know Camila might drive pass that highway. And even if she didn't wouldn't you want to make sure she's safe?" Lawson shot Madison a warning glance, but her expression hardened. "I already said I will and will you shoo." Lawson.added, his voice firm. "And that's all I'm going to do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make some calls." Madison s eyes flashed with annoyance, but she knew better than to push Lawson further. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving Diane and Lawson alone. Diane attempted to make advance towards Lawson, a flirtatious smile spreading across her face. But before she could take another step, Lawson flashed her a warning glance. "Get away from.me.i still haven't forgiven you for ditching me." Diane's smile faltered, and she took a step back, her eyes never leaving Lawson's face. "Come on don't be like that ." She pouted trialing her fingers on his chest, but Lawson swiftly grabbed her wrist, his grip firm. "Don't," he warn. "I mean it, Diane. Don't push me you've done enough already." Diane snatched her hand back, her smile returning, but this time it was tinged with a hint of irritation. "I wasn't ready to get married and you were too desperate that you got married to Camila instead." Lawson looked away heading for the door but Diane grabbed his arm. "Don't walk away we both know you love me and the child you'll gonna to accept it " Lawson's eyes blazed with anger as he turned to face Diane. "You think you can just waltz in here, announce your pregnancy, and expect me to accept it?" he spat, his voice venomous. "You're crazy, Diane. Whatever happened between us was a mistake. And this..." He gestured to her belly. "...is just a complication." Diane's face paled, but she stood her ground. "I'm not going anywhere, Lawson," she said, her voice steady. "And neither is our child." Lawson's anger boiled over, and he took a step closer to Diane. "You have no right to come into my home, to disrupt my life like this," he growled. "You're the one who walked away, Diane. Don't come crying to me now." Just then, the door flew open with Madison bursting back into the room, her face etched with urgency. "Lawson, it's Camila," she said, her voice trembling. "Her car was found at the highway."Ernesto leaned back in his chair, went silent for about a minute, sighing, his eyes focused on some point beyond the room, twisting his lips as if fighting to keep his cool. His fingers drummed on the dining table.And Antonio, on the other hand, was very patient.Finally, Ernesto looked his way. "So you don't mind me introducing her to the family?"Antonio grimaced. "No, I was being sarcastic.""Oh." Ernesto mouthed. "Makes sense.""Ernesto!" Antonio snapped, but Ernesto spat back, his voice rising, his fist connecting with the table."What do you want from me, Antonio? To apologize? I got you another step-sibling. Sorry, you're not getting that from me. And how the hell did you find out about Diane?""Can someone please make me understand? Who's Diane? I've heard 'family' like twice now... because last I checked, my family tree had a few less branches and a lot less baggage." Abuelo cut in, his gaze still darting between the two. Waiting, but it seemed neither of them was in a hur
Camila's protests died on her lips as Antonio's hands found their mark, his fingers expertly finding the places that made her shiver and made her forget all about alarms and meetings. Her "no, no, no" dissolved into a breathless moan as he leaned in against her neck. The fight simply evaporated.It was always like this with Antonio – his mischief, his touch, the way he just knew what would make her melt. One minute she was all professional resolve; the next, she was a happy tangle of limbs again, just like earlier, lost in the rhythm of his body against hers, the scent of him, the intoxicating heat."One more round" had turned into several.The alarm clock was silent now, probably having screamed itself hoarse and given up. Camila lay tangled in the sheets, Antonio's arm heavy around her waist, his head still nestled comfortably against her breast. A soft, satisfied sigh escaped her. She stretched a bit, feeling the ache in her muscles.She glanced at the clock on his bedside table: 7
Camila was a happy tangle of limbs with Antonio in bed, lost in that post-sex haze. His soft breathing filled the quiet space, his head resting right in her cleavage, his cheek against her skin. He always did this after each round, using her breast as a pillow. It was weird but cute. Now, staring at his sleepy face, she couldn't ignore how adorable he looked sleeping like a baby with no care in the world.She brushed his hair back, real slow at first, but then just ended up stroking his head.How could someone be so greedy? Like, totally lost in the moment, completely forgetting about the mountain of reports, calls, and work waiting sharp at 8 AM? She wiggled a bit, snuggling closer, feeling his hip tucked against hers. It's not like she didn't have fun. Every touch, every kiss, every breathless second was awesome. But as the early morning hours just kept slipping away, her brain, always the practical one, started adding up the cost. Not money-wise, but in lost sleep and the total scr
Jose and Julie just kept at it, sharp words flying back and forth. Jose's jaw was clenched, spitting out every syllable like it was a tiny, painful jab. Julie, though, was really losing it, her voice getting higher and higher. She even lunged a bit, not exactly at him, but as if the pure force of her anger could somehow make him take back what he'd said.Then, clatter!Diane's crutches hit the floor. Both Jose and Julie froze, heads snapping over to the sound. Diane didn't say a word. She hopped a few shaky steps, picked up the crutches, steadied herself, found her balance, and then, with this weird, quiet determination, she started to drag herself away from the couch. She moved right between both of them.Their eyes, totally fixed, followed her. She didn't even look at them, didn't make a sound. Her gaze was just straight ahead, like she was looking at something way past the messy living room as she headed for her bedroom."Diane—""Nope, don't even explain." Diane snapped, cutting J
Jose and Julie had spun around, but Diane just stayed put, her crutches clutched tight in her hand. Her eyes were glued to her parents, wide and fixed, like a five-year-old watching her folks fight for the very first time. Was this what the disability did to her, making her seem so fragile, so helpless, so weak?"And why are you here?" Julie was the first to speak, her voice sounding like a knife's edge. "I don't remember letting you in."Camila chuckled. "Relax, I'm not the reason you two are going at it, so ditch that tone." She smiled, her voice calm even though she knew she was adding fuel to the fire right now. She caught bits and pieces of the argument, enough to know it was heavy, but she couldn't just jump to conclusions. Was Jose seriously kicking Julie out? Whoa. That was not what she expected from these two, who always seemed glued at the hip. What could possibly be the root of this blowout? It was something Camila absolutely wanted to find out.Jose, still poker-faced, fin
It's been exactly a week since Jose's abrupt, "Gotta go. We'll pick this up later, alright," and the line went dead. And since then, nothing. No texts, no calls. Even when Camila called, it went straight to voicemail every single time. And Cole? Since then, he didn't really say much. He didn't even bother to check in, aside from one quick call asking if Jose was reachable. Camila has even thought about just throwing in the towel, closing the whole case. It feels like a losing battle, right? Even if she hated to admit it. Maybe if she hadn't even tried to fight for her inheritance, maybe Jose wouldn't have flipped out or bothered to drop the adoption bomb. Now, she's standing in front of Julie's home, on the porch, about to knock. It's 7 AM. Yeah, early, but this is the surefire time to catch those two busy bees before they buzz off to their respective morning routines. Camila figures if she wants some real talk, maybe some closure, and definitely someone to just vent to about all