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"You should count yourself lucky today," Diego said with a smirk as the car came to a stop. "Coming with me to an event like this? That’s a big deal."He stepped out, straightening his suit. Diana followed closely behind, smiling boldly as camera flashes lit up her face.The charity fundraising program was in full swing. The entrance buzzed with business leaders, politicians, designers, and media, all eager to be seen.Diego circled around the car and held out his arm. Diana took it without hesitation."This is your world now," he whispered with quiet pride as they stepped onto the carpet together.As they walked inside, a familiar face stepped forward.“Diego Mondragon,” the man said with a smile.Diego’s expression lifted. “Antonio! I didn’t know you’ve been back”“I’ve been back for a while,” Antonio replied. “Should’ve given you a call.”His eyes shifted to Diana. “I see you brought your plus one.”Diego smirked. “A man must not live on bread alone.”The comment made Diana flutte
The maid walked slowly, her head bowed. She knew this could be the day she met her maker or landed in critical care.As soon as she stepped out and the door clicked shut behind her, Diego’s eyes locked. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her downstairs. When they reached the bottom, he yanked her so hard her back hit the floor with a sickening thud.“I gave a clear order,” Diego said stepping closer. “No one is to mention her in this house, especially not around my son.”He took a step closer, fury simmering in his voice. “Or have you been paid to manipulate my boy? Is that it?”“I…I was only trying” the maid began, her voice shaking.“Shut up!” Diego snarled. “You fool. You traitor. I should’ve finished you off four years ago when you helped her escape.”The maid sat there, too terrified to speak again.“Guards! Guards!” Diego suddenly roared, his voice thundering through the hall.The guards rushed in at the sound of Diego’s voice.“Get rid of this one,” he growled,
It had been three days since the court’s final ruling, but the pain in Thersa’s heart hadn’t eased , not even a little. It still sat heavy in her chest, like a wound that refused to close. As if losing custody wasn’t enough, the media had only made it worse, swallowing Diego Mondragon’s lies like honey and painting her as the unstable, unfit mother who had lost her grip on reality.Every headline felt like a slap. “Businesswoman’s Outburst Confirms Mental Health Concerns,” “Diego Mondragon Wins Custody Battle-Protects Son from Scandal.”She couldn’t walk down the street without stares. Couldn’t open her phone without another cruel article, another comment questioning her worth as a mother.Thersa sat curled up on the couch in Rafael’s apartment, staring blankly at a muted TV that was flashing images of her face, over and over again.“I don’t even recognize myself anymore,” she whispered, tears welling. “They took everything from me… and the world is cheering them on…..She stood up f
Rafael’s lawyer had gotten his turn and proven his points with calm clarity. He concluded with a steady conviction,“Your Honour, emotional expression is not a sign of instability….it’s a sign of humanity. My client has endured more than any mother should have to, and still, she stands here today fighting for her child. That is strength, not weakness. And we trust the court will see through the tactics being used here.”With a respectful nod, he returned to his seat….The courtroom fell into a heavy silence as the judge gathered a few files on his desk and glanced down at them. When he finally spoke, his voice was serious, enough to hush the room…“After reviewing the psychological evaluations, it is clear to this court that the child has not been manipulated or coached in his statements. The bond he displays is genuine and unforced.” He paused for a while“Additionally,” he continued, lifting another document, “we have now received the confirmed DNA results. And based on those findin
The room was painted in soft pastels. Toys were lined on the shelves and a small table was at the centre with a box of crayons. DJ sat across from the child psychologist... The therapist smiled gently. “DJ, how are you feeling today?” “I’m okay,” he answered with a little shrug. “My dad says it’s good to talk to people when you’re okay and when you’re not.” She nodded, jotting something quickly. “That’s very wise. So… what do you think we’re doing here today?” DJ looked around. “To talk. Maybe about my parents.” “And what do you think about them?” she asked with a light tone. He hesitated, only briefly. “My dad is the best. He always takes care of me. He doesn’t shout or get mad unless I’m really wrong.” The therapist leaned back slightly. “And your mom?” He gave a soft shrug with his eyes down, staring at his shoe. “She left. I don’t know her well. She cries a lot and tries to hug me.” The therapist watched him quietly. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” DJ nodded. “I don’t
The murmurs in the courtroom faded the moment the heavy doors opened. All rose to their feet as the judge stepped in, his black robe flowing as he approached the bench. With a firm yet composed voice, he spoke. “You may be seated.” Everyone sat back down... Judge Castillo adjusted his himself on the chair and scanned the faces before him, Rafael and Thersa on one side, Diego and his legal team on the other. “We’re here to proceed with the final custody hearing concerning the minor, DJ Mondragon.” He looked up again.. “Today, both parties will be allowed to present final arguments and evidence. The court has also received additional materials that have raised significant concerns, including media coverage, emotional evaluations, and behavioral reports from supervised visits.” Thersa’s fingers trembled slightly as she laced them together. Rafael glanced sideways at her, calm but alert. Diego sat smugly, a shadow of confidence playing in his posture. Judge Castillo continued, “T