Valerie’s POV“I have millions in my trust fund?” I mop, barely audible. I scoff, trying to make sense of it. “I'm a multi-millionaire?”Mr. Torres just grins from ear to ear, he’s holding his copy of the will.“Congratulations.” He mumbles for the umpteenth time. “How?”I stammer. Even though the evidence is staring right in my face, I find it hard to digest. The document on my lap shows everything, still, it's hard.Baron leans in and rubs my shoulders and strokes down to my back. Veronica on the other hand is perched beside me, happy. Her eyes scan the papers and she gasps nonstop. I know that look. That confirmation of ‘we’re rich’ look. Screw that, ‘we’re super rich!’ Made, even. But I focus on the lawyer, needing him to spill everything.“Before your father died,” Mr. Torres starts as if he knows my demand. “He had the money invested in shares of a new energy company.” We give him all our attention. “At that time, it was all he had. He didn't have much as the company was plu
Valerie’s POVI ignore the blank stare of our family lawyer and run into the house like a lunatic. It's either this or I puke all over and make a mess of myself. Too confused to focus, I bump into a hard mass.Baron."Babe," he tries to reach for me.I hum and run upstairs, not waiting for a second. He runs after me, like a savior. Once I get into our bedroom, I race for the bathroom and throw up in the sink. "Easy," Baron murmurs as he continues to rub my back with one hand while the other holds up my hair in a bunch. "I'm sorry." He pats me and helps me clean up. Tired, I lean into him, finding solace in my most comfortable place in the world. *********All four of us sit, silent, waiting for the lawyer to speak the first word. My toes subconsciously tap on the floor, showing how anxious I am about this long-anticipated meeting. Veronica had changed her dress because of the perfume. She said she doesn't mind, but I feel terrible for inconveniencing her. Baron on the other hand
Valerie’s POV‘Notice of an important legal meeting scheduled for tomorrow, 10 AM prompt. You’re mandated to be present.- Mr. Jethro Torres, the legal representative of the Late Morphy Smith’s family.’ Staring at it for so long, it seems more serious than I had imagined. He had never been this serious, not even when our late dad’s will was read. And the more I try to dissect every layer, the more it gets rowdy in my head. I shut my eyes, my little way of focusing on something else other than the stern reminder from our stone-cold lawyer. “Where are you, babe?” I suck my teeth and flip through my call logs, not sure if I should call Baron. It's past 7 PM, more than two hours since he left even though he promised to be back in an hour.‘Is he okay?’ It's hard not to entertain the scary thoughts coming to me. I start searching the blogs, scared I’d find terrible news about him. If he had an accident or something of such, it would be all over, right?‘Breathe in, Valerie!’My breathi
Baron’s POV “Go, now,” I tell Jax once I get into the car. The pocket where the little boy’s hair is suddenly feels itchy. Ignorant, she stands by the pavement and waves as I leave. Her little boy is in her arms, still rubbing the exact spot on his scalp where I had plucked hair off. “What's next, boss?” Jax breaks the silence while driving. “To the hospital or home?” I hiss, quite scared of the result. “A standard laboratory, just not ours.” He nods and drives us in silence. My eyes remain on the window as I watch the moving houses with zero interest. I stare, blankly. My heart beats spike each second. When Jax pulls the car to a halt in a free spot in the hospital’s garage, I replace my mask. I'm anxious, too anxious. Jax takes the lead. After a brief inquiry with the receptionist, he returns to my side and escorts you to the laboratory. The place is fully equipped, Bright light, test tubes, microscope… “I want to speak with the person in charge,” I say directly to a
Baron’s POVA bouquet of my wife’s sister’s favorite flower. Boxes of her vanity chocolate, gift bags for the little boy, and a whole lot of shit I can't remember.By the time we loaded the shopping cart, it was filled. Jax paid with his card so that my details remain anonymous. We drive straight to the penthouse that Veronica is occupying. “Wait for me in the car,” I tell Jax as soon as he finishes offloading the items from the trunk of the car. “And keep an eye out,” I whisper.He nods and walks back to the car.I stand by the door, holding the white and red roses. Once, then twice, I ring the doorbell.“Mummy!” A small voice yells from the living room. One that’s obviously Prescott’s. “Someone is at the door!” His voice reduces.I pause, giving mother and child room to communicate. Next, I hear footsteps, and the door opens. Luckily, it's Veronica, not her maid.“Banny…”“Shhh,” I cross a finger to my lips and I roll my eyes as I scan the area through the small opening. “Your m
Baron’s POVMy fingers zoom in and out on Prescott’s photo on my screen, fishing for the tiniest resemblance. He looks so much like Vernoica, but he had this little charming smile and a pair of blue eyes.Cool like mine.The secret DNA has to be conducted today, and definitely not in Dr. Pam’s clinic. I can't trust her not to blab to Valerie. But the first question is how am I going to see Veronica without raising the public’s eyebrow? Plus, I’ve kept my distance since her arrival.The knock on the door makes me jerk in shock. “Shit.” I sigh and instantly lock my phone’s screen. “Sir,” the manager pops his head out through the slightly opened door. “You called for a meeting.” “Right.” I tap my desk, putting myself together. “I’ll be there soon. And ensure not one of you is missing.”“Yes, sir.” He nods his understanding. “Also, we’ve closed the window phase and the paperwork will proceed in about a few hours.” “Fine. Just have them all set.” I sigh. Normally, I would postpone it, b