Arrienne Pov
"Hey, witch, stop pacing!" Jacky shrieked.
I couldn't sit still and had been walking back and forth in front of her for a while now. I was having second thoughts about going to the place Jace told me to meet him. What could we possibly talk about? I was so nervous. "It's just, friend, I'm really nervous. What do you think we'll talk about?" I asked, turning to face her. "Maybe he wants to make things right, girl." She said without hesitation. "What if he doesn't? What if we talk about an annulment?" "Oh, girl? I thought you didn't like him? That's the only thing missing between you two, right? What's the problem with that? If that's what he wants to talk about, then it's for the best." She said. You're right, aren't I? Why am I so nervous? "You have a point. You're really smart, Jacky. I'm not surprised you passed the board exams." I just said. But I knew I still looked completely flustered. "You love him, you just don't want to admit it." She whispered. "What love are you talking about?" I snapped at her, giving her a nasty look. She chuckled softly, "Wow, you're so dramatic. You're giving yourself away." She even made a funny face. "And I spoke so quietly, you heard that? You have great hearing, girl!" "You're crazy! I don't have good hearing. Your voice is just really loud." I sat down on the couch. "Tsss. I'm really nervous!" I blurted out. My heart was still racing. She looked at me and stood up. "Whatever. I'm going to my room. I'm getting dizzy from you." She rolled her eyes and walked towards her room. I just sat there, staring blankly, waiting for the time to pass. Until I looked at the wall clock. Sh*t, it's six o'clock already. I better get dressed. Even if it's only a fifteen-minute drive, it's better to be early than just sit here. I went to my room and picked out an outfit. I just grabbed whatever I saw first. Whatever, I'll figure it out later!Jace's POV
Quarter to seven.
Will she come? I'm nervous. I hope she comes. I'm planning to make things right with her and start over. This time, I hope it works. When I saw her in the office earlier, I felt a pang in my heart. I remembered how she left me. It hurt so much. I did everything, gave her everything she wanted, but it wasn't enough. She still left me. I can't get over what happened. To be honest, I was ready to forgive her back then. When I saw her earlier, I didn't plan on getting back together. I thought that you shouldn't force someone who doesn't want it. She doesn't want to be with me, okay, no need to force it. But I changed my mind earlier when I saw her files.Flashback I jumped up when I saw an email from Candy. This must be what I've been waiting for. I opened it immediately and downloaded the attached document. I smiled when I saw Lana's Curriculum Vitae.ARRIENNE JILL RAMOS GARCIA As expected, that's what it said. I was right, she's still using my last name. I stroked my chin and smirked involuntarily. I glanced over all the information there. Personal Information Sex : Female Age : 21 Civil Status : Single Birthday : December 15, 1990 Weight : 110 lbs. Height : 5"3' Nationality : Filipino Religion : Roman Catholic I continued scrolling down when I stopped. Wait, something seems wrong. I furrowed my brow and went back to the first page. I stared at every detail. Personal Information Sex : Female Age : 21 Civil Status : Single Birthday : December 15, 1990 Weight : 110 lbs. Height : 5"3' Nationality : Filipino Religion : Roman Catholic I just burst out laughing when I realized what was wrong. I shook my head and looked at it again. I wasn't satisfied and even bolded it. Civil Status : Single She's using my last name, but her civil status is single. I know she can be a little clueless sometimes, but to make a mistake like this? That's not just a little clueless.End of flashback I looked at my wristwatch. It's seven fifteen. I looked at the entrance of the restaurant. Where is that woman? I checked my phone, but there was no text from her. "Are you ready to order, Sir?" I looked at the waiter who approached me. "I'm still waiting for someone. But a cup of coffee will do." Get here, Arrienne! If you don't, you're dead to me! I thought when we were still together. She was always late for our meetings. I sat down confidently. She'll come, just be patient, Jace. Seven thirty. I rubbed my face. I was tapping my fingers on the table while looking at the entrance. I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. The number you have dialled is either un... I immediately cut off the operator's voice on the other end. She's not coming, huh? I let out a sigh. You're really in trouble, woman, if you don't show up. Seven forty-five. Okay. Enough waiting. She's not coming. It's so annoying. At least she could have told me she wasn't coming so I wouldn't look like a fool waiting for her. I stood up with a frown and left some cash on the table. We'll settle this tomorrow, Arrienne.Arrienne’s POVI woke to the sound of silence—almost too perfect. It had been days since we last heard from our enemies, but the stillness felt off. I knew better than to believe we were safe just because things seemed calm. The world around us had been spiraling out of control, and I had the sinking feeling that it was only a matter of time before the storm hit again.I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets to my chest, the weight of the past few weeks still hanging heavily in my mind. Jace had been distant lately, though his eyes never left me when we were together. He wasn’t just worried about me anymore—he was afraid of what we’d become, afraid of losing more than we already had.I took a deep breath and pushed myself out of bed, forcing myself to move despite the exhaustion that clung to my bones. The baby was kicking, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside me. There was so much at stake. More than I ever imagined.As I stood in front of the mirror, I caught sight of the bruis
Arrienne’s POVThe air in the room felt thick, like the weight of our survival was pressing down on us, crushing everything we held dear. Every step I took, every breath I took, felt like it was an eternity. The sounds of the men approaching only made my heart race harder, my body stiff with tension. I kept my daughter close, her trembling form a reminder of how fragile this world could be.Jace moved ahead, his sharp instincts guiding him. He didn’t need to say a word, but I could see it in his eyes—the same determination that had always been there. He wasn’t just trying to survive; he was fighting to protect everything that mattered.I had seen him in countless battles, in situations where we should’ve been long gone, and yet he had always found a way. He was a master at keeping his composure, at seeing through the chaos. But this time… this time felt different. The weight of what we were facing was heavier, more immediate. The danger was close enough to taste.“Arrienne,” Jace’s voi
Arrienne's POVThe darkness in the panic room was suffocating. My breath came in sharp gasps as I clutched my son tightly to my chest. The weight of the situation crashed over me in waves. The fact that we were under attack again, that my family was in danger once more, felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.I kept my eyes on Jace. He stood rigid, his gun in hand, his face set in stone. The same cold determination I knew so well, the same strength that had kept us alive through every danger, was there—but it was different now. His eyes, normally filled with calculated resolve, were clouded with something far deeper. A raw, primal fear. Fear for us. For our children.I knew what he was thinking. He had seen me bleed before, seen me face down death, but this was different. This time, the enemy wasn’t just after me—it was after everything we had built, everything we held dear. And Jace wasn’t about to let that happen.I reached for his hand, pulling it to my stomach. "Jace," I whi
Arrienne’s POVThe house was too quiet.Too still.After everything that had happened—the ambush, the escape, the birth of our son—I thought the chaos would finally settle. But deep in my bones, I knew better. Peace, for us, was never permanent. It was a borrowed breath before the storm returned.I rocked our baby gently in my arms, his tiny body wrapped snugly in a soft blue blanket. Janna sat beside me, unusually quiet, hugging her favorite stuffed bunny while casting worried glances at the door. She was only five, but children like her—children born into war masked as family loyalty—grew up faster than most.“Mommy,” she whispered, “where’s Daddy?”I kissed the top of her head. “He’s making sure we’re safe, baby. He’ll be back soon.”She nodded, but the worry didn’t leave her eyes.Neither did mine.Jace had left hours ago, chasing a new lead—one that could end Nathan Vasquez’s trail once and for all. But something about the silence in the air, the way the security team paced the ha
Arrienne’s POVThe silence in the safe house was different now. Not peaceful—just… waiting. Heavy. Every ticking second felt like a countdown, but to what, I wasn’t sure.Janna sat quietly beside me, her small fingers braiding the hem of my shawl. Her eyes, so much like Jace’s, held a quiet awareness far beyond her years. Across the room, our newborn son slept soundly, his tiny chest rising and falling like nothing in the world could ever touch him.But we knew better.Jace stood by the window, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the dark horizon. He hadn’t spoken much since the night of the ambush. Not really. He was here—but somewhere else, too. His mind always moving, planning, fighting shadows I couldn’t see.“Any word from Aiden?” I asked quietly.He shook his head. “Nothing since his last check-in. They’re sweeping the last safehouses. If Dominic’s still moving, he’s doing it quietly.”I swallowed. Dominic.The name had once been synonymous with loyalty. With family. Now, it tasted l
Arrienne’s POVThe days that followed the attack blurred into a haze of pain, recovery, and quiet dread. The safe house was secure—for now. But security was no longer the illusion it used to be. I knew better. We all did.Jace barely left the side of our newborn son, who we named Elian, a name that meant “God has answered.” And maybe, despite the chaos, He had. Our baby was alive. Janna was safe. Papa Enrique was recovering. And I was breathing. That had to count for something.But every time I looked at Jace, I could feel the weight he was carrying. His eyes, once so quick to light up when Janna laughed or when I teased him, now held shadows that never left.He stayed awake long after I drifted off, fingers always tapping on encrypted files, watching surveillance footage, reading reports. Every move was calculated. Every breath, monitored.One evening, I approached him while he sat alone in the makeshift study at the far end of the safe house. He didn’t hear me come in, not until I re
Arrienne’s POVI had always thought that the worst pain I’d ever feel was the loss of my mother. Or the night I believed Jace had died in that explosion. Or maybe the moment I found out Nathan Vasquez had returned from the shadows, dragging every ghost we buried right back into our lives.But I was wrong.Nothing compared to this.The pain of watching my children sleep in the backseat of a van that wasn’t ours, being driven away from the life we built. The sting of betrayal still fresh from someone we trusted. The weight of knowing that every second we breathed was a second borrowed from fate.We were running again. Hiding again.And I was exhausted.“Are they okay?” I asked quietly, glancing at the rearview mirror where Janna clutched her baby brother’s hand, even in sleep.Jace nodded, his eyes never leaving the road. “They’re fine. For now.”His voice was gravel—tight, controlled. The way it always was when he was trying not to fall apart.I reached for his hand, resting mine over h
Arrienne’s POVThree days passed.Three days of holding our breath behind reinforced walls, of trying to smile for Janna and soothe a newborn who sensed the tension in every heartbeat.But peace—true peace—never came.I sat on the edge of the bed, cradling our son while Janna braided strands of my hair. “Mommy, are the bad men gone?”I hesitated.Lied.“For now, sweetheart.”Janna nodded, her little brow furrowed with seriousness no child should wear. She kissed her baby brother’s forehead and whispered, “I’ll protect you, okay? Just like Mommy and Daddy.”She was only five.And yet the world had already demanded so much from her.Jace’s POVThe safe house was secure, but my instincts screamed otherwise. Something was off. Too still. Too quiet.Dominic was a man of patterns, and this calm... it was deliberate.A message.Marco entered, jaw tight. “We intercepted a drone—commercial grade, high-powered lens. Sent from the forest perimeter.”“How close?”“Close enough to see the baby.”My
Arrienne’s POV There’s a silence that comes after chaos. A stillness so deceptive it makes you believe the storm has passed. But I’ve learned better. This stillness—it’s the inhale before the scream, the shadow before the shot. And we were in it. The safe house buzzed with covert tension. Every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of a security feed sent hearts racing. Jace barely left the war room now, hunched over screens, deciphering Dominic’s data drop like a man unraveling the blueprint of his own demise. Our children slept down the hall, innocent to the scale of the threat around us. But I couldn't stay idle. The scars left by Dominic's betrayal hadn’t just wounded Jace. They’d lit something inside me too. A fire I’d kept buried beneath motherly warmth and wifehood. But now, that fire had a name. Revenge. --- Jace’s POV Nathan Vasquez wasn’t just a rival anymore. He was a phantom slithering through the cracks of my empire. And Dominic—my brother in all but blood—had b