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."FEW MONTHS LATER The courthouse papers were tucked away in a drawer, a small stack of officialdom that now made Camila's life feel both more and less complicated. Less because she loved the feeling, the new place, and the time off work she got, even though she was practically a CEO. She's a workaholic, so this became a vacation—a much-needed break from work after her recovery. Now that she was officially Mrs. Antonio De La Cruz, the weight of everything had finally begun to settle. She was in the kitchen, humming softly when Antonio wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek on her shoulder as he watched her slice an avocado. A simple lunch she decided to toss together. The place was quiet, just how they liked it—no bunch of staff running around unless it was during designated hours. They had agreed to keep it free of full-time staff, with cleaners coming only a few times a week. It was a simple luxury they both enjoyed; some nights they cooked together, but most nights,
Camila woke up feeling a heavy weight around her back, like the feeling of someone holding onto her. Looking down, she saw a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. She didn't need to look to know who it was already."Hola," Antonio whispered in her ear and kissed softly on her earlobe.Camila almost giggled, squeezing his arms that were around her stomach. As her hand skimmed the fabric, her mind instantly flashed back to the news, and her smile dropped."We lost the little one," she sighed, trying to sound calmer than she felt. "The name Miguel would have suited him. I like imagining how he'll look in my head—half me, half you. He gets your nose. I prefer your nose to mine, and then he gets my blonde hair.""Camila," Antonio began, but she wasn't finished."A male blonde would be nice in the family. I was also hoping he wouldn't take my personality, especially my temper. And I didn't want him to look like any of his grandparents. Ernesto—yuck." She recoiled and trailed off, staring
The gunshots still rang in Camila's head, even though the sounds were long gone. She clenched her jaw, biting her lips so hard that she tasted blood. Emily wasn't moving. Perez was bleeding out. Her brain just... couldn't deal with what was in front of her. Everything felt numb.But then, she had to move. She was free, kind of, just to get rid of the cuffs and the duct tape. She started dragging herself. Her hands were still tied, the cuffs digging in, but she used her legs, pushing and wiggling across the muddy ground. Every inch hurt like hell, but she just focused on Perez.When she finally got to him, he was flat on his back, eyes half-open, breathing shallow and ragged. He was still alive but barely. She wasted no time and immediately dipped her cuffed hands, reaching into his pocket, hoping he had the key.She fumbled with the jagged edge of what felt like a key; her cuffed hands were awkward and stiff within the confines of his pocket. Her fingers, numb and sore, struggled to
The door burst open, and a swarm of police officers rushed in, flooding the room. Guns pointed, the whole room surrounded. Red laser dots danced across faces and chests.Everything just... stopped. The yelling, the arguing, the frantic movements—all of it froze like the air sucked out of the room.The cops fanned out as they took in the scene: the crumpled bodies on the floor, the vomit, and Alejandro heaving and coughing up whatever was left in his stomach.The officers' eyes then landed on Ernesto, who still had his gun pressed to Alejandro's head, and on Madison, who was standing there like a ghost, her hand shaking so hard the pistol looked like it might fly out of her grip. The chaos wasn't gone; it had just changed uniforms.***The outside air was a shock to Antonio's face: cold and thick with the sound of a dozen sirens all screaming at once. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and the metal bit into his skin. He was being pushed along by a cop who smelled like old coffee a
A couple of masked men swarm in, guns raised and ready. They were the remaining men of Alejandro stationed outside on the lookout. These guys moved with a quiet, practiced ease. The large room suddenly feels too small as they spread out, surrounding them completely.They ignored the bodies on the floor and the heaving Alejandro. All eyes and all gun barrels were on Ernesto. It was as if they didn't notice Antonio with a gun, or that he wasn't sensed enough of a threat. He just stood frozen, the pistol by his side.Ernesto’s glare was enough to bore a hole through Antonio’s skull. He kept his gun pressed to Alejandro's head, his hands steady as ever.Glancing over every face and seeing how ready they were to cock their guns, Ernesto gritted his teeth."Antonio," he muttered under his breath as he pulled Alejandro off the ground and hooked his arm around his neck.The masked men flinched, their gun barrels wavering for a fraction of a second. The silence returned, but this time it was d
"You're gonna frame me, and you're telling me to my face," Antonio said.Alejandro grinned wider, a smile that made the air feel heavy. "Why not? You're a smart guy. I figured you'd appreciate a little heads-up. A man needs to know his options."Before Antonio could respond, a new masked figure slipped into the room. He whispered something to one of the guards standing next to Alejandro on the right side, right next to Abuelo's body. And the two men made a switch. A shift change? Antonio didn't think that was necessary."This wine is boring me," Alejandro said with a sigh, holding up his half-empty glass. "Get me another one."The new masked man nodded, took the glass, and walked to the bar. He turned his back to the group; he looked like he was lost in thought for a bit before he reached for a bottle and began pouring.Antonio was positioned at the edge of the couch, never taking his eyes off the new guy. He was acting odd, slightly out of place, and too slow to fit the job.Though A