“Mrs. Thersa… you’re carrying a baby girl.”
“God has blessed you with another daughter. After so many miscarriages, this is truly a miracle.” The doctor's voice was gentle, her eyes warm as she smiled at her
The words echoed in Thersa’s ears, but instead of joy, a deep, sinking feeling settled in her chest.
“A… a girl?” Her voice was barely above a whisper as her eyes widened in shock. Her hands trembled as she pressed against her belly.
The doctor continued smiling. “Yes, congratulations once again….”
But Thersa wasn’t listening anymore. Her vision blurred with unshed tears as she slowly slumped onto the chair, her breath uneven.
A girl. Another girl.
Her heart pounded. She knew what this meant. She knew how Mondragon would react.
A sob built in her throat, but she swallowed it down as she forced herself to breathe..…
….…….
Rafael drove steadily through the busy streets...As he neared an intersection, his sharp eyes caught sight of a woman crouched on the sidewalk tightly holding a little girl in her arms. The child’s face was pale, her small body trembled.
Without hesitation, Rafael pulled over and stepped out. The woman looked up with her eyes, looked worry...
“She’s burning up,” the woman stammered, her grip tightening on the child. “I…I was trying to get a taxi, but no one would stop.”
Rafael didn’t think twice. “Come with me.”
The woman hesitated, but seeing the urgency in his gaze, she nodded. He took the child carefully from her arms and led them to his car.
Once they got inside the car he said. “She’ll be fine,” he assured the woman. “I’ll make sure of it.” with that he dorve away….
…...
"I will send Mr. Mondragon an email now," the doctor said as she walked toward her computer, ready to type.
Theresa, still in shock, stared blankly as the doctor took her seat at the desk.
"No… no, no!" Thersa suddenly stumbled forward, panic surging through her as she reached the doctor's side.
The doctor turned, startled. "Mr. Mondragon asked me to send him the gender as soon as I found out," she explained, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
"You can't let him know, he doesn't know I'm here ", Thersa said even though she felt anxious
The doctor frowned. "He’s the father. He has every right to…."
"I want to surprise him with it," Thersa blurted out, her voice louder than she intended.
A brief silence stretched between them before the doctor let out a small chuckle. "Oh… that’s sweet of you." She turned away from the computer. "Alright, I’ll leave it to you then."
Thersa exhaled slowly, masking her fear with a weak smile. "Thank you, doctor."
Alright, will be out of town for a month...I wish you the best the doctor....I will be back to give you the letter...she added and walked out
….……
Rafael stood at the doorway, his hands in his pockets as he watched the woman sit beside her daughter’s hospital bed.
"Her fever will go down in no time," Rafael said..
The woman turned to him, eyes glistening with gratitude. "Thank you, sir… You are an angel," she said...
Rafael gave a small nod, glancing at the child once more. "Everything has been sorted. You won’t have to worry about the bills," he said as he stepped back toward the door.
The woman gasped softly feeling overwhelmed. "I don’t know how to repay you"
"You don’t have to," Rafael interrupted
Then, without another word, he turned and walked out
…..
As she stepped out of the room, Thersa walked slowly down the quiet hallway, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.
The doctor's words echoed in her mind
"You're having a girl, Ms. Theresa."
Her breath hitched and before she could stop it, a tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another. She wiped them away quickly as she kept walking.
Everything around her was on Do Not Disturb...the faint hum of nurses passing by, the distant beeping of monitors, the murmur of hushed conversations. Yet, she didn’t seem to notice any of it.
Her steps slowed even more
….
"Yes… Sure, I’ll be there soon," Rafeal said, his phone pressed to his ear as he stepped into the hospital hallway from the other side. His gaze remained fixed ahead.....until he saw her.
Slowly, almost instinctively, he lowered his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
Thersa, still lost in her thoughts....walked forward at an unhurried pace. As if sensing something, she lifted her head and her eyes met his.
Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Neither of them moved.
They just stood there, locked in each other’s gaze, as the world around them faded into the background.
As Rafeal took a step forward, Thersa stole one last glance at him. Her grip on her bag tightened even more before she swiftly turned to her left and took that path, her pace quickening as if trying to escape the moment.
Something inside Rafeal stirred and before he could think twice, his feet moved on their own. He broke into a run, heading toward the path she had taken. When he reached the spot where she had passed moments ago, she was nowhere in sight. His eyes darted around, searching....until he caught sight of her at the bottom of the stairs, walking away with a hastened pace.
Without hesitation, he hurried down the stairs, his steps quick....
Sensing him behind her, Thersa instinctively quickened her pace, her heartbeat racing without even looking back...
Before she could go any further a firm grip caught her wrist. In one swift motion, Rafeal pulled her toward him and she stumbled forward, landing against his chest.
''Hey''..he murmured
She swallowed hard as her trembling hands rested against his chest...
Then, with a sharp breath, she pulled away from him.
"Why do you keep running after me?" she boiled out with a trembling voice..
Rafeal held her gaze without saying anything...
"Please, stay away from me," Thersa said and turned to walk away
But before she could take another step, his voice stopped her.
"Why do you keep crying?" he asked softly.
Thersa froze. Her body stiffened as if his words had struck something deep inside her. She bit her lip as she tried to hold back the tears, but it was useless. A broken sob escaped her lips, and before she knew it, the weight of everything crashed down on her.
Her shoulders shook as she covered her face with her hands, trying to muffle the sound of her pain.
Without hesitation, Rafeal stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, his strong arms wrapped around her...
"It's okay," he whispered, his hand gently cradling the back of her head as she buried her face in his chest. "You don't have to hold it in."
And just like that, Thersa let go. She sobbed uncontrollably, her hands clutching onto his shirt.
Rafeal tightened his embrace, resting his chin on top of her head to let her cry....
She cried and cried, her sobs shaking her whole body.
Then, slowly, Thersa pulled away and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No, no, no," Rafeal said softly and shook his head as he cupped her face with both hands. "It's okay."
His eyes searched hers, filled with a tenderness that made her chest tighten.
"Why are you crying so much?" he asked gently. "Have you lost a loved one?"
Thersa hesitated, her gaze shifting downward, trying to avoid his piercing eyes. She blinked rapidly, her lashes wet with fresh tears.
Rafeal tilted his head and watched her carefully. "So I can pray to the universe to bring them back to life," he said, "just so you won't have to cry again."
A small, unexpected chuckle escaped Thersa’s lips.....
Rafeal smiled at her reaction, his hands still cradling her face. "There you go," he murmured. "That’s better."
For a moment, they just stood there..…
"Sir," a voice called.
Thersa pulled away quickly and turned to the side and took a few steps away so the woman wouldn’t see her.
"I forgot to ask your name," the woman said as she approached Rafeal.
"Rafeal Wood," he answered.
"Thank you once again," she said and reached out for his hand.
"No need, ma’am," Rafeal replied.
"You saved my daughter’s life, and I will forever be grateful to you," the woman added.
Thersa stood still for a moment, hearing the woman’s words. Then, without looking back, she walked away.
"Hey... not so fast," Rafeal said as he paced after her
Thersa stopped and slowly turned to face him.
"Come with me," he added and took her hand and pulling her along with him.
''Hahaha… what a show you put on there. I saw your live broadcast this morning and I knew you weren’t about to be backed into a corner. I just knew I had to come see you at work,'' Mr. Leo said, followed by a clap."I had to," Mr. Mondragon said, leaning back in his chair. "There’s no way I would sit there and let someone else take my fame in this business world.""It’s Mondragon or nobody," Mr. Leo said as he downed his whiskey.Mr. Mondragon nodded. Just then, the door opened and a man walked in holding a folder."Sir, here’s the list of all the businessmen who’ll be here for the board meeting of the year," the man said as he handed it over.Mondragon took the file, flipped through it briefly, then gestured for the man to leave."I’m going to use this to make the news forget about the gala," he said with a smirk. "Once I bring eighteen of the world’s most powerful businessmen to this country under my name… It’s going to shift everything in my favour. The press will have no choice but
Dinner “What can a visitor do? I have no say,” Mom Camillia said as she adjusted herself on the seat.Thersa, keeping her composure, gently placed a selection of dishes on a large flat plate in front of her.“Give me a little bit of everything,” Camillia added, eyeing the food with mild disinterest.Thersa sat down quietly, but just as she picked up her spoon, Camillia clicked her tongue.“Oh? You serve the food but don’t even think to pour a drink? ?” she asked, raising a brow.Thersa quickly reached for the jug, but before she could pour, Mr. Mondragon leaned back in his chair and smirked.“You heard my mom,” he said casually…Thersa poured the drink and sat back down.Mom Camillia took a slow sip of her drink and shifted her gaze towards her son…‘‘No matter how good this is it can’t beat mine’’..she saidMr. Mondragon nodded in agreement. "Of course....nothing compares to yours, Mom.""Uhuh… least I forget," Mom Camillia said as she dabbed the corner of her lips with a napkin. "Yo
Mondragon and his friends strolled into the elite club, their usual spot for private meetings and a little bit of fun.The receptionist straightened nervously as he approached. "Mr. Mondragon, you and your men will have to use a different meeting room today."Mr. Mondragon paused mid step and glanced back at his friends with an amused smirk. "He must be new here," he said with a chuckle."I'm sorry, sir," the receptionist continued hesitantly. "The room is currently in use."Mondragon's smile faded. "And what does that have to do with us?" he said with a sharp tone. "Clear it and have it ready in two minutes. We don’t have all day."The receptionist swallowed hard. "There’s another exclusive spot on the left side," he suggested..Mondragon arched a brow. "Since when do we have to wait?" He leaned in slightly "Are you trying to lose your job?" Another low chuckle escaped his lips, but his eyes held no humor.Mr. Mondragon and his men walked past him as they headed toward their usual mee
Next day Pii pii pii pii The sharp buzz of his ringtone filled the bedroom. Without hesitation, he reached over and silenced it with a smooth and unhurried movement.Stretching briefly, he went to the washroom and came out a few minutes later, walking straight to his private gym.He did a few rounds on the treadmill, some light weights...just enough to wake his body up.From there, he took a shower. Steam curled through the air as he stepped out with a robe. He went to the kitchen and set his coffee machine to make black coffee.Then he cracked eggs into a pan, making scrambled eggs and just two slices of toast.....Dressed in a tailored black suit, he surveyed his collection of watches and chose the one with sleek silver. He slipped into his polished shoes, grabbed his keys, and headed straight to the garage. Sliding into his sports car, he listened as the engine purred softly while backing out of the driveway.…..At the company entrance, a line of employees waited Rafael steppe
"We are streaming live in front of the great Mr. Diego Mondragon’s company, where the atmosphere is nothing short of electrifying! As you can see behind me there are stunning variety of luxury cars pulling in, carrying some of the world’s most powerful businessmen. This highly anticipated annual meeting is set to be one of the biggest yet, with influential figures from all over the world gathering under one roof.We arleady have 3 of them inside…Dubai. Italy and Canada are already here to present…Stay tuned as we bring you exclusive coverage of this grand event!"The host rushed toward the car as the door opens .."Sir! Welcome! We’re live....can we get a few words before you head inside?"A well-dressed, chubby Chinese businessman steps out followed by guards. He clasps his hands together and nods.The Chinese businessman: "Nǐ hǎo! Hěn gāoxìng jiàn dào nǐ." (Hello! Nice to meet you.)The host chuckled and nodded not understand anything."Welcome! This is a huge event....how do you f
Mon takes his seat at the head of the long conference table. When he entered, investors were already seated.With a calm but commanding voice, he began, "Gentlemen, as you all know, we are here to finalize the merger with Vierra Enterprises. This is the final step to solidifying our dominance in the industry. Once we sign, Mondragon Corp will be untouchable."The investors nod in agreement. Some even clap lightly.Just as Mon is about to continue, Rafael leans back in his chair."Why merge when we can simply take over?" Rafael said with a smooth voice.The room goes silent as everyone's attention is brought to him.Mon's jaw tightens. "Excuse me?"Rafael sits forward and locks his gaze on Mon. "Merging means compromise. Why share power when we have the means to acquire Vierra entirely? Outright ownership is a far better move."Some investors exchanged glances as they considered his words. One of them, an older man, speaks up. "That would mean buying out all their shares… a bold move."
The elegant doors swung open and one by one they stepped into the hall.Thersa moved ahead, with a few maids walking quietly behind her, ready to help for the night.At the entrance, Thersa stood poised, her hands gently clasped in front of her, with a soft smile. A few maids stood respectfully behind her."Mrs. Mondragon, it’s lovely to see you again," one of the older businessmen greeted warmly.Thersa nodded politely. "You’re all welcome. Please, come inside."Just as she turned to lead the way, Rafael walked in through the side door. His eyes caught hers immediately. For a moment, everything else seemed to pause……the lights, the soft chatter, the sound of music.Their eyes held each other’s.But Thersa quickly looked away, regaining her composure. She stepped forward."This way, please," she said in a calm voice.The guests were ushered into the reception hall, where soft music played and drinks were already flowing….. They moved straight to the long, grand table set up at the ce
One of the maids had unknowingly locked the storage room door, not realising anyone was still inside.Thersa crossed her arms, pacing the small space. The silence was thick as her heart beat heavily.“Why do you keep following me around?” she finally snapped, voice edged with frustration.Rafael leaned against the shelves, calm as ever. He didn’t answer...he just smiled.“What is wrong with you?!” Thersa continued, her voice rising. “You keep smiling for no reason... Do you even understand we’ve been locked in here for over thirty minutes now?”Rafael let out a quiet chuckle.Thersa stormed toward him, her eyes flaring. “What’s so funny, huh?”He tilted his head slightly, meeting her gaze with warmth. “You look extremely beautiful when you’re angry.”Thersa paused.Her eyes widened, completely caught off guard. Rafael’s smile deepened, his dimple showing clearly now.Thersa blinked, visibly thrown off. For a moment, she forgot she was supposed to be mad.“You… must be really bored,” s
“So like I was saying, we need to come up with something more modern this season,” the textile expert said as she walked alongside Thersa into the boutique that specialized in high end fabrics.Thersa kept her sketchpad tucked under her arm, her gaze drifting across shelves filled with rolls of fabric...silk, chiffon, organza, linen...all neatly arranged and inviting.“There are a few more textures we can develop,” the expert continued. “Something with movement but still bold enough to make a statement.”Thersa nodded quietly. “I want something different. Soft, but not fragile. There’s strength in grace...we just need to show it.”The expert paused by a rack. “This one,” she said, pulling out a muted rose-toned silk blend. “It’s new. We haven’t tested it on structured pieces yet, but it has potential.”Thersa ran her fingers across the material, thoughtful. “It’s smooth. Breathable. Maybe layered with mesh or net… but only at the hem.”“Interesting,” the expert replied “You’ve already
Police officers swarmed the property, the area cordoned off with bright yellow "Crime Scene - Do Not Cross" tape fluttering in the wind. Four maids stood huddled together on the front lawn, weeping uncontrollably as uniformed officers tried to maintain order.Several onlookers had gathered near the gates but were being held back by stern-faced officers making sure to make everything secure.A sleek black car screeched to a halt in front of the house.The moment it stopped, Rafael jumped out, his jaw clenched, eyes scanning the chaos in front of him. Uncle Robert followed closely behind, breathless as he tried to keep up.Rafael ignored the shouting officers who tried to stop him as he approached the tape. "What the hell happened here?" Rafael demanded with a low but dangerous voice.A police officer stepped forward, hands on his waist. “He was found dead in his study. Single gunshot to the forehead. No sign of forced entry. We’re still investigating.”“Damn it,” Rafael muttered unde
Inside Mr Diego Mondragon’s mansionThey sat quietly at the table as they had their breakfast. Not a single word was spoken.Mr. Mondragon looked serious as he ate. The quiet clinking of silverware was the only sound you would hear. Several maids stood around the dining table, still as statues, while two guards remained posted by the entrance.Suddenly, another guard rushed forward. He bowed slightly and said, “Good morning, Mr. Mondragon. You have a visitor.”Mr. Mondragon didn’t even look up. “Who dares to visit me at this hour of my peaceful moment?” Before the guard could answer, the sound of polished shoes echoed across the marble floor.A tall, sharply dressed man entered the room. His charcoal suit was tailored to perfection, and a faint scent of expensive cologne trailed behind him.“Now, now, Diego… is that any way to greet an old friend?” the man said, flashing a charming smile.Mr. Mondragon looked up immediately, his eyes widening with pleasant surprise. “Alonso Rivera,”
One of the maids had unknowingly locked the storage room door, not realising anyone was still inside.Thersa crossed her arms, pacing the small space. The silence was thick as her heart beat heavily.“Why do you keep following me around?” she finally snapped, voice edged with frustration.Rafael leaned against the shelves, calm as ever. He didn’t answer...he just smiled.“What is wrong with you?!” Thersa continued, her voice rising. “You keep smiling for no reason... Do you even understand we’ve been locked in here for over thirty minutes now?”Rafael let out a quiet chuckle.Thersa stormed toward him, her eyes flaring. “What’s so funny, huh?”He tilted his head slightly, meeting her gaze with warmth. “You look extremely beautiful when you’re angry.”Thersa paused.Her eyes widened, completely caught off guard. Rafael’s smile deepened, his dimple showing clearly now.Thersa blinked, visibly thrown off. For a moment, she forgot she was supposed to be mad.“You… must be really bored,” s
The elegant doors swung open and one by one they stepped into the hall.Thersa moved ahead, with a few maids walking quietly behind her, ready to help for the night.At the entrance, Thersa stood poised, her hands gently clasped in front of her, with a soft smile. A few maids stood respectfully behind her."Mrs. Mondragon, it’s lovely to see you again," one of the older businessmen greeted warmly.Thersa nodded politely. "You’re all welcome. Please, come inside."Just as she turned to lead the way, Rafael walked in through the side door. His eyes caught hers immediately. For a moment, everything else seemed to pause……the lights, the soft chatter, the sound of music.Their eyes held each other’s.But Thersa quickly looked away, regaining her composure. She stepped forward."This way, please," she said in a calm voice.The guests were ushered into the reception hall, where soft music played and drinks were already flowing….. They moved straight to the long, grand table set up at the ce
Mon takes his seat at the head of the long conference table. When he entered, investors were already seated.With a calm but commanding voice, he began, "Gentlemen, as you all know, we are here to finalize the merger with Vierra Enterprises. This is the final step to solidifying our dominance in the industry. Once we sign, Mondragon Corp will be untouchable."The investors nod in agreement. Some even clap lightly.Just as Mon is about to continue, Rafael leans back in his chair."Why merge when we can simply take over?" Rafael said with a smooth voice.The room goes silent as everyone's attention is brought to him.Mon's jaw tightens. "Excuse me?"Rafael sits forward and locks his gaze on Mon. "Merging means compromise. Why share power when we have the means to acquire Vierra entirely? Outright ownership is a far better move."Some investors exchanged glances as they considered his words. One of them, an older man, speaks up. "That would mean buying out all their shares… a bold move."
"We are streaming live in front of the great Mr. Diego Mondragon’s company, where the atmosphere is nothing short of electrifying! As you can see behind me there are stunning variety of luxury cars pulling in, carrying some of the world’s most powerful businessmen. This highly anticipated annual meeting is set to be one of the biggest yet, with influential figures from all over the world gathering under one roof.We arleady have 3 of them inside…Dubai. Italy and Canada are already here to present…Stay tuned as we bring you exclusive coverage of this grand event!"The host rushed toward the car as the door opens .."Sir! Welcome! We’re live....can we get a few words before you head inside?"A well-dressed, chubby Chinese businessman steps out followed by guards. He clasps his hands together and nods.The Chinese businessman: "Nǐ hǎo! Hěn gāoxìng jiàn dào nǐ." (Hello! Nice to meet you.)The host chuckled and nodded not understand anything."Welcome! This is a huge event....how do you f
Next day Pii pii pii pii The sharp buzz of his ringtone filled the bedroom. Without hesitation, he reached over and silenced it with a smooth and unhurried movement.Stretching briefly, he went to the washroom and came out a few minutes later, walking straight to his private gym.He did a few rounds on the treadmill, some light weights...just enough to wake his body up.From there, he took a shower. Steam curled through the air as he stepped out with a robe. He went to the kitchen and set his coffee machine to make black coffee.Then he cracked eggs into a pan, making scrambled eggs and just two slices of toast.....Dressed in a tailored black suit, he surveyed his collection of watches and chose the one with sleek silver. He slipped into his polished shoes, grabbed his keys, and headed straight to the garage. Sliding into his sports car, he listened as the engine purred softly while backing out of the driveway.…..At the company entrance, a line of employees waited Rafael steppe
Mondragon and his friends strolled into the elite club, their usual spot for private meetings and a little bit of fun.The receptionist straightened nervously as he approached. "Mr. Mondragon, you and your men will have to use a different meeting room today."Mr. Mondragon paused mid step and glanced back at his friends with an amused smirk. "He must be new here," he said with a chuckle."I'm sorry, sir," the receptionist continued hesitantly. "The room is currently in use."Mondragon's smile faded. "And what does that have to do with us?" he said with a sharp tone. "Clear it and have it ready in two minutes. We don’t have all day."The receptionist swallowed hard. "There’s another exclusive spot on the left side," he suggested..Mondragon arched a brow. "Since when do we have to wait?" He leaned in slightly "Are you trying to lose your job?" Another low chuckle escaped his lips, but his eyes held no humor.Mr. Mondragon and his men walked past him as they headed toward their usual mee