Mason drove into the garage after his meeting with some dealers only to find his father's car there already. For some reason, it made his heart skip, not because he was afraid of his father, but because he was afraid of the outcome. He knew that Don Romero went to see Noah, he could only imagine what Noah's reaction was.Getting out of his car, he was greeted by some guards and a maid who took his briefcase up to his room while he went straight to his father's study, knowing that he would find him there. Don Romero was always awake, plotting and scheming, and making sure that the clan was progressing smoothly.“Dad.” Mason called, walking into the study after placing a knock. The scent of tobacco was hanging in the air, but he was too used to it to care.“Oh, you're back,” Don Romero answered without lifting his head from the pile of papers in front of him. Mason wondered what all those papers were for, his father's business didn't require a lot of paperwork. “How was the meeting? Di
The positive result stared back at Noah, and the weight of the world seemed to have come crashing down on him. He didn't blink, he didn't even move, he simply stared at the piece of paper, trying to decipher what he was staring at. His eyes held the deep pain in his heart, it felt like a flaming arrow had just been driven into his chest, piercing his heart. He couldn't come to terms with the fact that everything he knew was a lie, or that he wasn't who he thought he was. His identity, his roots, were they all lies?With a single sniff, his muscles and his jaw clenched, then he threw the piece of paper back at Don Romero. “I'd be a fool to believe this and your deceptive words. I knew my father better than anyone, he is nothing like you described, and I will never believe you. This is obviously one of your tricks!” He shot and Don sighed, watching him exit the car in a fit of rage.“Noah!” He called out, getting out of the car as well. “Can you think about it!?” He clenched his fists
SEVEN YEARS LATER.Roy's company grew beyond his imagination, and he ended up extending it to different parts of the world, even starting up new companies like tech companies and cosmetic companies. He changed from Roy Incorporated to Cooper Conglomerate. He was a billionaire who many young men aspired to be, a man who was present in any important corporate meeting, invited to dine with presidential officials and even royal events. Everyone knew him, they loved him, and his fame even extended to his family. In the fifth month of Janice's pregnancy, Roy proposed and married her, and they've lived happily since then, forgetting everything that happened in New York. Their son, Noah, was a handsome boy who always stole attention wherever he went, a smart boy who knew things that kids his age did not know. His sister, Bianca, was born a few years after him, and she was perfect in every way as well. Roy couldn't be more proud of himself and his family. They were the envy of many, but Roy
Donovan stood in the middle of the living room, his eyes fixed on a portrait on the wall, although his mind was somewhere else. His left hand was neatly tucked into the pocket of his ironed khakis, while his right hand held a glass of whiskey which was quarter filled. His nose scrunched at intervals, and it was so quiet that the ticking of the clock could be heard.His ear twitched when he heard the jiggling of keys outside the door, but he did not turn. The door slowly creaked open and soft footsteps followed. The door shut again and Roy's cologne filled his nose, causing his muscles to tense. He took a sip out of the glass in his hand and remained in his position. “Hey.” Roy let out a sigh, feeling uneasy about Donovan's cold demeanor. They hadn't spoken in a long time, he had no idea why he decided to say hi to him, perhaps it was the guilt that was weighing down on him.“Since when did we start talking beyond the office?” Don questioned, swirling the drink. A grin tugged at the c
“You can't be pregnant! It was barely ten minutes!” Roy dug his fingers viciously into his hair, his face red with anger and confusion gnawing away at him. He had arrived at Janice's apartment a few minutes ago and met her in tears, surrounded by used paper towels. “It doesn't take a freaking hour to get pregnant!” She shot back, sniffing back her tears and wiping her face with the back of her palm. Her world suddenly came crashing down when she received the pregnancy positive result. She didn't plan to be a mother, at least not yet. And if she was going to carry any man's child, she would have wanted it to be Donovan's.“Well are you sure it's mine?” He asked, his eyes beaming with hope, even though he knew deep down what the answer was. “It's yours! Donovan hasn't touched me in two weeks, and that's how far gone I am. You're the last one..” she sniffed, folding her arms and falling back on the sofa. Her foot tapped the floor repeatedly, and she couldn't calm her racing heart. Th
TWO WEEKS LATER…It had been two weeks since the incident, but Donovan and Roy were still not in talking terms. Donovan had been going to the office everyday with no idea about what Roy was planning. Roy had been particularly busy with meetings and Don was starting to get really suspicious.“Here are the papers you asked for. I'll be needing them back by noon before I leave, I have a meeting to attend.” Roy said nonchalantly, placing a file on Donovan's desk before turning to leave but Don called him back.“What meeting? I don't remember us fixing any meeting. So who are you meeting with?” He asked, tapping his index finger repeatedly on the desk, but Roy's expression remained unchanged.“It's none of your business.” “None of my business? What the hell are you talking about? We run this business together, and we have equal rights, so I have the right to know what meetings you're having and who you're having them with.” Don stroked his chin. “You have no business with my affairs, thi