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"Thersa had already been through enough, her long-awaited collection release had completely fallen apart. And now, instead of salvaging what was left, she was in court, fighting alongside Rafael for the one thing that still mattered her son."Rafael gently squeezed her hands…"Everything is going to be alright," he said softly."I hope so..." Thersa murmured, her voice barely holding steady as she sat down.Just then, footsteps echoed from down the hallway. Several men walked ahead and behind them came Diego holding the hand of a young boy.Thersa's heart leapt as she suddenly sprang up."My son," she whispered.Before anyone could stop her, she rushed past the guards."DJ!" she cried out, throwing her arms around him.She collapsed into his small frame, weeping freely."I missed you so much," she said, pulling back only to look at his face…his eyes, his nose, his smile…everything she had dreamed about for years."I'm so sorry… so sorry I haven’t been in your life all these years," sh
The morning sun barely warmed the air as Grace entered the fashion house, her eyes immediately scanned for Thersa. Staff moved quietly, Orders were backing up and no one knew what to say.Theresa was already at her desk, still in yesterday’s clothes, her eyes were glued to her tablet, searching through emails and tracking numbers again for the hundredth time.“Any word from the warehouse or the driver?” she asked without looking up.Grace shook her head.“Nothing. I tried calling the delivery driver's line again this morning. Still switched off. And warehouse security says no new footage has turned up.”Thersa rubbed her temples and let out a deep sigh.“This was supposed to be our biggest launch of the year. Limited winter release… all the pre-orders are lined up and now the key pieces are just gone.”Grace stepped forward, hesitant.“Do you think… someone might’ve done this intentionally?”Thersa looked up slowly, her eyes sharp now.“I don’t think. I know.”There was a brief silen
The day had gone by quietly. Diego stepped out of the boardroom after a meeting, buttoning his suit jacket. “Sir,” his assistant called, hurrying to meet him. “Your lawyer called, he said it’s urgent.” Without a word, Diego took the phone and called back as he walked into his office. “Mr. Mondragon,” came the lawyer’s voice at once. “There’s been legal action filed against you. A Custody.” Diego chuckled. “Oh, so fast,” he muttered. “Go on.” He sank heavily into his chair, leaning back with his legs crossed. “They’re requesting full custody of the child. The court date has been set for next week Monday.” Diego’s eyes darkened slightly. “So soon…” He sat up straighter, the edge in his voice sharper now. “Well then. We’ll meet them there.” “They think they can take what I’ve raised with my own hands?” He scoffed, a cold smile forming. “They’ll learn the law doesn’t care about tears. It cares about proof. We shall see.” The lawyer cleared his throat. “They’re also requesting a
"Open this door! Please… let me see him!” Thersa cried out again, her palms slapping against the car window. The door on the other side of the car opened, and Diego stepped ou.. . Thersa rushed toward him without hesitation “Diego... where is my son? I want my son!” Her voice broke with desperation. Diego tilted his head slightly. “Son?” he repeated, like the word meant nothing. “Yes! DJ! Please, where is he?” Thersa’s voice cracked as her eyes darted wildly, her body on the verge of collapsing. She turned, ready to run past him to the other door but Diego grabbed her arm firmly, stopping her. “Your lost your son the day you decided to walk out of this house, Thersa,” Diego snapped, his voice sharp like a whip. “What are you saying?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise. She yanked her arm from Diego’s grip. “You know what happened! Don’t stand here and lie to me!” she cried, her voice shaking with anger and heartbreak. "I'd rather not waste my time reminiscing
"Mr. Rafael,” Mr. Collins said as he stepped quickly into the office. Rafael was seated with Uncle Robert, deep in conversation when the door opened. “How did the meeting go?” Uncle Robert asked immediately. “Did the board agree to the temporary hold?” Mr. Collins shook his head. “No, sir. They didn’t even let me speak.” Uncle Robert frowned. “What do you mean?” “There was… an heir introduced today,” Mr. Collins said carefully. Rafael’s brows drew together. “An heir?” “Yes. A new shareholder was announced. He now holds the highest share in the company and has final authority on every board vote.” Rafael’s brow furrowed. “Who?” he asked “Diego Alejandro Junior Mondragon,” Mr. Collins replied. “Diego’s 6 years old son.” Rafael slowly stood up. “Son?” he repeated completely stunned. “Yes, sir. They said he was first introduced to the board when he was just one month old… as the next heir of Mondragon Corp.” Uncle Robert looked at Rafael, just as shaken. “That means
"Why the sudden call?" Mr. Charles asked, shifting uncomfortably in his chair around the long glass table. "Relax, Charles," Mr. Leo muttered, glancing around. "Diego doesn't call urgent meetings without a reason." "I’m with Charles on this one," Mr. Ramirez added. "We haven’t had an emergency board meeting in four years. Why now? Are we selling shares? Is there a takeover?" "Let’s not jump to conclusions, gentlemen," Mr. Leo said calmly, leaning back in his seat. "I doubt it's bad news. You know Diego doesn’t waste time delivering bad news himself." Just then, the door opened. A tall man in a sharp suit walked in confidently and made his way to the seat Rafael usually occupied. “Good morning,” he greeted, voice calm as he sat down. Mr. Leo raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t show up today? Rafael, I mean?” "No. He asked me to sit in.. as he’s been doing quietly for some years now.” The room fell into a curious hush. “What’s going on?” Mr. Charles asked under his breath.