2: HE IS NOT YOUR SON!

"Adan?" She gasped.

What was Adan Verlice doing here in Switzerland? In her house? He was wearing a black cashmere overcoat over a black shirt and black trousers; he looked the same way as when she last saw him but more handsome. His jaw was cleanly shaven, his jet-black hair was styled in a neat hairstyle, and his ice-blue eyes stared straight into her soul. Her eyes seem to be playing funny tricks with her. Or is she dreaming? Or is she in a delusional state? She was greeted with the answer when she pinched her arm. Not only is he here, but he also calls her by her real name. Does he know?

"Still can't believe I'm right in front of you?" Adan questioned. As usual, he had noticed.

It was then she snapped back to reality. "GET. OUT. OF MY. PROPERTY!" She commanded.

However, he only replied to her with a mocking smile. "Shouldn't you at least hear what I have to say and why I have come here?"

"I don't want to listen to anything you have to say. Instead, you'd better get off my property before I call the police." Her voice sounded a bit steady, but her body was tight with tension, and her heart pounded.

Adan's face hardened. "Are you going to call them with your real identity this time, Ella? Let's cut the 'what are you doing here?' scenario." He grated with icy contempt. "I'm sure we can do better than that. Now. Where is my son?"

"He is not your son!!" She screamed. "Didn't you see the DNA test and the letter I left for you? I cheated on you. Are you happy now that you have heard it from my mouth? If you want, I will sign the divorce papers now if you would like, so just leave me alone!"

Adan took a step towards her, seemingly unfazed by the lie she had blurted. It was at this point that desperation took over Louella, which made her pull out the gun from Terri's back pocket, and before he could stop her, she had already aimed it at Adan, who instantly paused in his steps. The deadly furious look that came on his face almost made her slump to the ground yet again, but she stood her ground. No one is going to take her son away from her.

"Are you crazy?!" He yelled furiously as he glared at her ferociously. How can he still be looking so hot in this situation? She thought.

She gulped before speaking. "Leave now and never come back." She noticed the men at his back were already reaching into their coats, but a hand signal from Adan caused them to stop. She recognised one of them. It was his lawyer. Mr Freddie Stone. Did he come to take Jack away from her?

"Drop the damn gun, Ella," Adan warned icily.

Her attention shifted back to him. "Leave now." She replied defiantly.

"I would like you to know that you are only adding to your charges." Mr Freddie Stone told her.

She frowned. "What charges?"

Adan answered, "Identity fraud." He looked at the gun, then at her, "and attempted murder as well. Do you want me to also use it against you in the custody battle for Jack?"

"It's not attempted murder; it's self-defence. You are the one in my house." She said bravely.

"Is this you showing your true colours?" He queried.

"Louella, I think it would be best to hand over the gun. You are not even ready yet to handle one." Terri chipped in.

It was true, she thought. Her hands were shaking right now. A tear rolled down her cheek; this is not what she should be doing right now. It is wrong to do this to the father of her child, but why can't she let go of the gun?

"Louella?" Terri tried moving towards her, but she moved away.

It seemed Adan took advantage of the distraction, and in an instant, the gun was taken from her hand and tossed to the ground away from her, and she was imprisoned in his arms. Her back was to him; one of his hands was wrapped around her collarbone while the other held her hands behind her back. Terri picked up the gun quickly.

"Calm down." He spoke gently in her ears, but it sounded more like a command. "You always had panic attacks when you were mostly agitated and extremely furious."

How did he remember all those things about her? She struggled to break free, but his grip was iron-like. "Let me go." She didn't like the way her body was pressed to his; it was evoking memories she had buried a long time ago.

"So you would kill me this time. I would pass on that. Calm down first." He looked at Terri, who was only looking at her. She forced herself to breathe deeply and exhale, and then she nodded defeatedly; he placed the gun back into his back pocket.

He released her, and she practically ran away from him. "Now we can talk like normal civilians. We should settle this between ourselves and not through the court. But first, let's head inside." He said, and he and his lawyer walked past her and went into the house. The other two big, burly men remained outside.

Louella scoffed at his attitude. She was going to solve this, she assured herself. She moved to go inside, and Terri followed suit, but she stopped him. "You don't need to follow me inside; I can handle him."

"Are you sure?" He questioned.

She nodded, "Of course."

"If that is what you wish."

When Louella entered the living room, Adan was already seated like he owned the house. She looked towards where the staircase was and hoped that her mother would not come down with Jack. If he sees Jack now, he will confirm his suspicions and not let her go anymore. She would do it fast so he would leave before further problems.

"I am going to go straight to the point." His lawyer handed him some files, and he placed them on the table between them. "Here is what we will do, Ella. You are going to sign this marriage certificate. But first of all, you will sign this contract stating that you will agree to my conditions if Jack is indeed my son."

She didn't check the papers but scowled deeply. Was this some kind of joke? Just like that, and he expects her to just sign. She stared at him like he was mad. "You are really delusional if you think I will sign that."

He chuckled. "Oh, you will soon enough. First of all, I am going to marry Louella Curran. You will move to London with me. If you don't do all these things I mentioned, then I will sue you for marrying me with a fake identity, which can amount to a serving of seven years. Even though you don't go to jail, I will use it against you in the custody battle for Jack. I am sure you don't want our son to go through all that."

She laughed sarcastically, "Do you even have proof that he is your son? Also, I won't go to jail because of identity fraud. I took permission from the owner of the identity. I will say this one more time. He is not your son." It was true; she had simply borrowed her cousin's identity, and her aunt let her use it.

"You never took permission from me when you married me with your borrowed identity. As for whether he is my son. I will confirm for myself and not from your lips. I only need to take a swab of saliva from his mouth. If the paternity test proves that I am the father, since you strongly deny that I am, then you can have it your way, and I will never bother you again. But if it proves that I am his father, then you will sign those papers and the contract."

She grabbed the so-called contract from the table and read it. The frown on her face only deepened. It is literally caging her to him if she wants to be with Jack when she marries him. She sprang from the chair. "This is total bullshit. I am never signing this." She objected sternly.

"Do you think I have forgotten about how you sold the shares I gave you to my competitor, who kicked me out of my company? I trusted you, but you betrayed me and then ran away. At first, I thought maybe something happened to you or if you were even threatened, but finding out about your fake identity made me put the pieces together to know it was planned from the moment you met me."

He stood up in his imposing six feet three, which made her five-foot-eight height seem short; his ice-blue eyes scanned her. "Tell me, was that moment in Hong Kong also planned?"

At least he doesn't know about their real plan yet. She looked away from him and then back at him. "I will sign the document. Just give me till next week."

His eyes narrowed down at her. "I won't give you till next week; I don't trust you. You must sign it today."

Louella bit her lips. "Alright. I will sign it today. My condition is that you leave now, then I will give it to your lawyer and also allow him to take a mouth swab from Jack. Do we have a deal now?" He regarded her with those blue eyes that seemed to bore through her. She knew he was suspicious of her sudden agreement, but it didn't matter because by tomorrow she would be out of this place.

"Alright, we have a deal." He watched her as she went to where the contract was and scribbled her signature.

"Here, are you happy now?" He didn't answer her. Instead, he looked at his lawyer, who put the contract into his briefcase together with the marriage papers. "Am I not going to also sign the divorce papers?"

"Don't worry about that. You had already done that before you left London. Since you were nowhere to be found, I processed it on my own."

"Oh." She remembered signing the divorce papers before she ran away.

"I will contact..." He was interrupted by a sudden cry that came from the staircase. Her head snapped towards the staircase, and her mother came into view. Rose was carrying a crying Jack but froze when she saw Adan; shock was written all over her face. Louella groaned inwardly; she could have just waited a few minutes before she came down.

There was a brief silence apart from Jack's cries. It was Louella who moved to where her mother was and took Jack from her arms. Immediately she carried him; his cries gradually subsided and then stopped altogether. When she looked back at Adan, his gaze was on Jack.

Anyone who saw Jack and Adan would definitely know Jack is Adan's son. It was so obvious from their black hair and ice blue eyes, which were so different from her copper red hair and grey eyes.

Adan's features were taut and rigid, and his eyes were a cold mask of fury and anger when they landed on her. She saw him clench his fists as if holding himself.

"Don't even think of running away this time." There was a dangerous edge in his voice, and the warning was clear as day. "Once I can accept, but twice would be a big mistake." He turned around and left. A shiver ran down her spine at his tone.