LOGINThey arrived at the venue right on time stepping into the lively ambiance with smiles as they approached the birthday celebrant.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Ramada, here's my gift for you. I hope you like it." Darius said, gesturing to Hezekia. She stepped forward and handed out the gift.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Ramada," she said with her sincere smile as she handed the present.
"Wow, thank you so much, Mr. Hidalgo, and also your date tonight is very beautiful," he said and gave a meaningful look to Darius.
Darius glanced at Hezekiah, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Yes, she is. She looks stunning today," Darius replied, flashing her a warm, charming smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Ramada for the compliment," she shyly said.
"You're very welcome. I'll go great with a few more guests, but please enjoy yourselves!" he said leaving them to enjoy the evening's event.
"Let's go let's find our seats," Darius suggested as they walked toward their table and settled in.
As they sipped their wines, Darius leaned in, his eyes twinkling "Mr. Ramada likes you Ms. Patterson" Darius said as they sat in the chair and started to drink the wine.
Hezekiah raised an eyebrow. " What are you talking about? " She felt the urge to nudge him playfully.
"Oh, nothing," Darius teased. "He just admired how beautiful you are tonight. Although between us, you don't look stunning in my eyes."
"Oh, really ?" She shot back, pretending to be offended." Then I guess I'll ignore you for the rest of the night!".
Darius just continued to drink the wine in front of them while Hezekiah just got some dessert and continued to eat and sipped a little bit wine wine. Just then Mr. Ramada went to the stage, tapping his glass with a spoon.
"Good evening, everyone thank you for being here today to celebrate my special day with Richard from near or far. It's wonderful to have each of you here all my visitors let's enjoy every moment. Make new memories and celebrate this day together once again. Welcome and make this day to remember." They applauded and everyone raised their glasses in toast, Darius caught Hezekiah's Eyes. The connection is different and the warmth in his gaze was a little bit intense but Hezekiah did not care about it and sat.
The music changed to a slow, romantic tune. Darius extended his hand to her " Care to dance?"
Hezekiah hesitated for just a second then placed her hand in his. Led her to the center of the dance floor, their hands interlocking. his other hand, rested then gently on her waist as they moved in sync with the soft rhythm.
"You know," he whispered, leaning close, " I never thought I'd see you dress up like this. You look like ...well like someone out of a dream."
She looked at him, meeting his gaze, her heart skipping a bit. " Maybe it's the effect of the liquor you drink, Mr. Hidalgo."
" Maybe, I think so, I drank too much," Darius said and both of them laughed and continued to dance as the music finished dragging her somewhere.
"What are you doing? Where are we going?" Hey curiously asked.
“Just come with me,” he said, leading her outside. He and Hezekiah made their way through a set of glass doors leading into the garden. The night air was cool, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, and the quiet sound of the party faded into the background.
Just as they reached the edge of the garden path, Darius stopped abruptly. He squinted ed noticing two figures hidden in the shadow beneath a tree, engaging in what looked like a heated conversation. Darius took Hezekiah's hand without a word, guiding her over to a nearby tree, where they were covered, hidden by the shadows.
Hezekiah whispered, "What's going on?"
"I'm not sure," Darius replied quietly, his eyes fixed on the couple "But.....I think I know the girl."
The man has his back turned to them, but the girl's face is fully visible. She looked familiar a little too familiar just Darius' eyes widened in shock. It was his girlfriend.
The man leaned closer to her and she didn't hesitate, leaning in too until their lips met in a lingering kiss, Darius' expression hardened, and he felt his sudden ache in his chest. He turned his would look just a surprise, her hand still lightly clasped in his.
Before she could say anything, he whispered, "Let's go out of here."
Darius led her back into the hotel without looking back. He didn't stop until they reached his assigned room for the night. Closing the door behind them with a soft click. Darius moved into a mini bar, pouring a generous glass of whiskey for himself and a glass of wine for her. he handed her the wine and sipped it.
She watched him quietly sensing the storm of emotions beneath his calm moment she spoke softly, "Why you did not stop them? You should have punched the guy and confronted your girlfriend."
He Lets out a low chuckle, but there is no humor in it." I have a plan, Hezekiah. But first I need proof he pulled out his phone and scrolled through the photos and video until he found what he was looking for." I recorded the whole thing," he said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the screen, "I'm going to make them pay for what they did."
Hezekiah's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You recorded it? Are you sure that is a good idea?"
“It’s a great idea,” he replied, his voice low and determined. “But right now, I need a drink to calm down.” He poured himself another glass of whiskey, then filled hers again. “Let’s drown our sorrows for a bit.”
As they sat together, the noise of the party faded into the background, and the warmth of the alcohol coursed through them, loosening their inhibitions. The initial shock of the revelation began to wear off, replaced by a growing sense of camaraderie.
Darius paused in the doorway, his silhouette imposing against the hall light. "While I’m gone, I want you to feel free. This isn't a hotel or a prison—it’s your home." He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Rearrange the furniture, explore the gardens, order the chef to feed you at midnight. Do not ask for permission. You are the mistress of this house.""And if I get lost?" she teased, a small smile touching her lips."Mona will find you," he replied, a ghost of a smirk appearing. "I’ll be late. Don’t wait up. Sleep."With one final, lingering look, he vanished down the hallway.The silence that followed was absolute. For the first time, Hezekiah wasn't being escorted or shadowed by security. She wandered the labyrinthine estate, her bare feet sinking into plush carpets, until she found the double glass doors of the east wing.She pushed them open to reveal a two-story library. Books lined the walls, stretching toward the ceiling, and a gentle fire crackled in the center hearth. Tucke
Instead of the formal dining room, Darius led Hezekiah through a hidden door in the sunroom that opened into a massive, climate-controlled glass conservatory. Inside, it was a lush, green paradise filled with the scent of blooming jasmine and the sound of a trickling waterfall.In the center, a small table was set for two, surrounded by rare white orchids that looked like sleeping moths."I thought the air in the house was too sterile for you," Darius said, pulling out her chair. "This is a private microclimate. The oxygen levels are optimized, and the plants are all non-allergenic.""You have a literal forest in your house?" Hezekiah asked, a breathless laugh escaping her as she looked at the towering ferns. "It’s beautiful, Darius.""I remembered you mentioning during a meeting months ago that you missed the greenery of the province," he replied casually, though the intensity in his eyes suggested it was anything but a casual memory.The "excitement" of the afternoon didn't come fro
As the last of the boxes were taped shut, Darius stepped into the small hallway, his hand already reaching for his phone. He looked back at Hezekiah, who was sitting on her bed, clutching the family album as if it were the only anchor she had left."I need to check on the security detail for the move," he lied smoothly. "Stay there. Rest."He stepped out onto the landing, the door clicking shut behind him. His expression transformed instantly—the softening guilt replaced by the cold, calculating mask of the Hedalgo heir. He hit a speed-dial contact that had no name."Marcus," Darius said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "I have a new priority. I need the full file on a case from five years ago. A murder conviction—Hogan Peterson. I want the original police reports, witness statements, and the name of the 'best friend' who walked free. I also want a list of every syndicate member operating in the North District at that time.""Darius, that’s a closed case," the voice on the other
Darius didn't answer. He stared at the man’s face in the photo—a man who had no right to be in the same memory as the mother of a Hedalgo. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the frame into the kitchen trash can. The sound of glass shattering against the plastic bin echoed like a gunshot in the quiet apartment."That wasn't yours to touch!" Hezekiah shouted, her voice trembling with indignation."Everything in this room is mine if it involves you," Darius growled, turning to face her. "I told you on the terrace: I am the father. I don't want to see another man’s face in the place where my child sleeps. That part of your life is dead, Hezekiah. Erase it.""You are a tyrant!" she cried, clutching her stomach. "You can't just throw away my things!""I'm doing more than throwing away trash," Darius countered, his voice rising. He gestured vaguely at the cramped walls. "Look at this place. You fainted because you’re exhausted and under-nourished. I can't protect you here. There’s no space
The guards closed in, their presence a silent, wall-like reminder of the Hedalgo power. Hezekiah began to follow them, her spine rigid, but with every step away from the office, the air seemed to thin.The adrenaline that had fueled her defiance was draining away, leaving behind a cold, hollow exhaustion. Her vision began to fray at the edges, the ornate gold-leaf frames on the hallway walls blurring into long, jagged streaks of light."Ms. Peterson?" one of the guards asked, noticing her stagger.She didn't answer. She couldn't. Her heart was a frantic bird hitting the cage of her ribs, and a sudden, sharp pressure spiked behind her eyes. The floor, once solid marble, now felt like the deck of a ship in a storm."Darius..." she gasped, her voice barely a thread.In the office, Darius heard it—the ghost of his name. He was at the door in a second, pushing past the guards just as Hezekiah’s knees gave out. This time, there was no fight in her. She collapsed like a broken doll, her head
He hung up and tossed the phone onto the desk. It slid across the mahogany surface, stopping inches from Hezekiah’s trembling hand."He’ll be here in fifteen minutes," Darius said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Sit down, Hezekiah.""I’m leaving," she whispered, backing toward the heavy double doors."Try it," Darius challenged. "The security team answers to me. The gates are sealed. You are staying until we have that blood."Hezekiah spun around and grabbed the door handle. Locked. She rattled it, panic rising in her throat like bile. She turned back to the room, her back pressed against the wood. They looked like a tribunal. Valen, the judge. Pearl, the executioner. And Darius... Darius looked like a man who would burn the world down to get what he wanted."Please," she begged, her voice cracking. She looked at Anya. "Anya, please."Anya stepped forward, her eyes wet. "Darius, stop. Look at her. She’s hyperventilating. This isn't good for the baby.""Lying isn't good for the baby eit
The sun filtered gently through the sheer curtains, casting stripes of gold across the sheets. For a moment, Hezekiah didn’t move — she just listened. The hum of distant waves. Faint laughter from the pool below. Somewhere down the hall, someone’s alarm played a pop song too early for vacation hou
Her hair caught the light as she spun, her laughter blending with the music.And for the first time that night, he didn’t look away.From his seat at the bar, Darius watched, lips curving upward despite himself.Her hair caught the light as she spun, her laughter blending with the music.The beat pu
She rolled her eyes and walked toward their car. As she's infront of the backseat, her phone buzzed. A message from Sandro. Sandro: How’s the trip so far. She hesitated before typing back. Hezekiah: It’s going well. Just had dinner with the investors. Exhausted. Sandro: Aw Atleast it's done fo
The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of an old, grand building that exuded history and elegance. The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum stood tall before them, its stone walls whispering secrets of the past.Hezekiah blinked, turning to Darius in surprise. "The Gardner Museum?"Darius unbuckled hi







