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Rafael rushed into the hospital, out of breath carrying a bag with essentials for Thersa, blankets, food and baby supplies. He hurried down to the room where he'd left her. But it was empty.. A nurse was cleaning the bed and folding sheets.. "Excuse me," Rafael said, sounding confused. "Where is the patient who gave birth in this room? She was here just an hour ago." The nurse turned to him gently. âOh, sir... you just missed them.â âMissed who?â Rafael asked, stepping forward, the bag still in hand. âHer husband and a personal doctor came just after you left,â the nurse said. âThey said she was to be transferred to another facility under their care. Doctor Olivia, I believe?â Rafael's eyes darkened. âTransferred?â he repeated slowly, the word heavy in his mouth. âShe wasnât stable enough for a transfer.â The nurse shrugged nervously. âThey signed the release forms. The nurse shrugged nervously. âThey signed the release forms.â âNot again,â Rafael muttered, clench
Mr. Mondragon wasn't having it in the morning. After receiving the news that Rafael had survived the crash.. He stood by the window of his office, a half-empty glass of scotch in his hand.... The door burst open and his financial manager hurried in, looking nervous and holding a thick file tightly. âSir⌠we have a problem,â the man muttered with a shaky voice.. Diego didnât even look at him at first. âSpeak,â he said. âAnd make it worth the interruption.â The man swallowed hard. âThree billion pesosâŚis gone. Transferred out yesterday. Marked under emergency expenses.â Diego finally turned to face him, eyes narrowing. âWho authorized it?â The manager hesitated. âTechnically⌠Mr. Rafael Wood. His share gives him executive authority under the emergency clause. He claimed it was tied to the accident.â Diego blinked, the words hitting harder than he expected. He slowly set his glass down on the table beside him. âThe one he was in?â he asked quietly. âYes, sir,â the m
âI didnât think youâd have the guts to show your face here,â Diego Mondragon muttered as he caught sight of Rafael stepping into the company lobby. Rafael didnât even flinch. âI still hold a share in this company, Diego. I have every right to be here.â âThis company carries my name!â Mondragon snapped, his voice echoing. âI never said it didnât,â Rafael replied coolly. âItâs still under âMondragonâ... I just happen to own part of it now.â Mondragonâs jaw tightened. âYou manipulated a man who worked for my father for decades. That old fool didnât even know what he was doing.â Rafael stepped closer, locking eyes with him. âHe knew exactly what he was doing. He made a choice maybe because he saw something in me that this company desperately needs.â âSaw something in a William Wood?â Mon scoffed. âThat must have been out of pity.â Rafaelâs voice dropped low and sharp. âIs that why you shot to kill?â Diego froze. The accusation hung in the air like a blade. He took a step
7 month later The media rushed toward Mr. and Mrs. Mondragon as they stepped out of the airport terminal. Their guards quickly formed a barrier, keeping the noisy crowd and flashing cameras at a safe distance. Mondragon pulled Thersa closer to him, his arm firm around her waist. He angled himself perfectly, making sure the cameras captured just the right image of them....as the perfect couples.. Flashes went off from every direction. âMr. Mondragon, itâs good to see you again in the U.S.!â one cameraman called out eagerly. âHow was your stay in Canada?â another reporter pressed, trying to keep pace with them as they walked. âIs it because youâve been hiding your wifeâs pregnancy that the Mondragons disappeared from the spotlight for months?â another reporter called out Mon didnât reply. He simply smiled slightly and guided Thersa toward the black car waiting ahead. A guard opened the door and he helped her in gently, his hand never leaving her lower back. The crowd k
The doors of Rafael's house opened. Standing tall was Thersa, completely drenched from head to toe, her hair clinging to her face as rain continued to pour outside. Rafael's eyes widened as he saw her. âMrs. ThersaâŚâ he muttered, quickly stepping aside. âPlease, come in.â She walked in silently, water dripping from her clothes.. Within seconds, Rafael disappeared into a room and returned with a towel. Gently, he wrapped it around her shoulders. âYouâre freezing.â Thersa didnât speak at first. Her lips were slightly parted, but no words came out. âTake me with you,â Thersa said, her voice barely above a whisper. Rafael looked at her, surprised. âAre you sure?â She nodded. âI just⌠I donât want to be alone tonight.â Rafael looked at her, his eyes softening as he stepped closer. And just like that, whatever they had left unfinished the last time quietly found its way back tonight. His lips met hers soft, warm, and searching. The kiss wasnât rushed. It was gentle, a
The large gold doors opened slowly as two big black SUVs drove into the compound. At the back of the house, behind a wrought-iron gate adorned with vines, Mom Camilla stood near the large, gated pit where a swarm of crocodiles thrashed and snapped hungrily at eleven raw chickens being thrown in one by one. âCalma! Calma! There's enough for everyone,â Camilla called out, waving a manicured hand as if taming wild beasts with grace. A maid rushed up to her, panting. âMaâam⌠Mr. Diego Mondragon your son heâs here.â Camillaâs hand paused mid-toss as she turned, brow arched. But before she could speak âStill feeding these overgrown lizards, mother?" Diegoâs voice rang out mockingly as his footsteps were heard approaching..... He came into view, dressed in dark slacks and a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, his sunglasses pushed up onto his head. âYou know,â he added with a smirk, âsometimes I wonder if you raised these reptiles better than you raised your own children.â Camilla