LOGINI
When Atty. Garette stood up, he saw his Dad looking at him with such intensity while his soon-to-be stepmom never even dared to glare at him. He took the microphone and started to talk with such an air of a confident man.
"Thank you. Well, what will I say aside from congratulations Dad? Oh, alright, I just wanted to tell you Dad how much I admire you in everything even when choosing a step-mom for me and my sister. Your taste is overwhelmingly similar to mine," then he laughed to make his statement sound like a joke. "It was just a joke Dad but one thing I am sure of, I know you will have a happy life afterward, having a woman as young and as beautiful as that woman beside you." He added as he gestured his hand toward the place of the bride-to-be, smiling, but in his thoughts, it was a smirk actually.
The guests cheered and applauded Atty. Garette. He beamed in his most charismatic smile and bowed his head jokingly.
"Wow, such a great message out there dude." Atty. Hector said smiling wide.
“Sarcasm, or what?” Atty. Garette asked Atty. Hector with a lifted eyebrow, which the latter only answered with a loud laugh.
The engagement party ended and Atty. Garette immediately approached his father and his new fiancee dragging his friends with him.
"Congratulations Dad and soon-to-be Stepmom?" Atty. Garette's smile was from ear to ear as he extended his hand to his father for a handshake.
"Thank you Garette. By the way son, in case you have not met yet, may I introduce to you my fiancee, Dianthe," Mr. Raffy Le Brione introduced his wife-to-be to his only son. His eyes were keenly looking at his son's eyeballs as he made a fake smile toward his new fiancee.
"Nice meeting you Dianthe," Atty. Garette greeted her with such a mysterious smile as he extended his hand to her for a handshake also. His hand floated in the air for a while before his soon-to-be stepmom accepted it for a handshake. Atty. Garette gently squeezed her hand and looked at her with squinting eyes.
"Dad and Dianthe, I would like to introduce to you also my best buddies here. They are also lawyers. This is Atty. Hector; this is Atty. Paolo and this dude is Atty. Greg." Atty. Garette said while pointing his friends one by one to his father after he ended his handshaking with his new stepmom.
His three friends shook his father's friends one at a time and then his stepmom.
"Dad, we will go ahead. My friends here are dying to swim in our man-made waterfalls." Atty. Garette stated while giving Dianthe a mysterious look, that only the two of them could understand.
"It's okay, son. You go ahead and all of you, enjoy and have fun on the ranch while I and my new fiancee will stay here for a while." Don Raffy said, smiling.
Atty. Greg nodded to Don Raffy Le Brione and then suddenly looked at Atty. Garette, noticing his unfathomable expression.
II
The next day, Mr. Raffy Le Brione, returned to their mansion inside the ranch without his fiancee. He said Dianthe decided to enjoy herself in the swimming pool for a little while.
"Garette, can we talk? Follow me in the library." His Dad said as he rolled his wheelchair ahead to their library room, assisted by his driver.
Atty. Garette and his friends were in the living room that time when Don Raffy Le Brione arrived and requested a talk with his son.
His three friends nodded at him and motioned for him to follow his father.
While walking, following his father, Atty. Garette was thinking about what would be the agenda of their talk. He just shrugged his shoulder and walked fast.
As they got inside their library room, his father motioned for him to sit on the couch inside.
"What is it Dad?" he asked calmly after sitting on the couch. He looked at his father with curiosity in his eyes.
"Garette, you can see that I am already having trouble moving around. I need you here already. We had a lot of business and properties to take care of and I could not count on your sister. Can I count on you this time son?" His father stated with seriousness on his face.
Atty. Garette was surprised. What is he going to do on this dairy farm and cattle ranch? He is a lawyer and a good lawyer at that goodness! he thought after hearing his father's words.
"I know Garette, this is not your passion or your interest, but at the end of the day, all of these things will be transferred to you and your sister." His father said again.
"How about your soon-to-be wife Dad? Is she not getting anything?" He asked gently so that he would not sound like questioning his father's decision to marry again.
"It depends on you Garette and your sister. If you will not take over our businesses, then I have no other recourse but to appoint my fiancee as the new CEO of all of these businesses, and eventually, of course, she will be entitled to more." His father frankly said while looking at him deeply.
Atty. Garette glared at his father's back. "I am a lawyer Dad, I have no interest or even enough knowledge to run this dairy farm and cattle ranch."
"So, does it mean Garette, you cannot accept my request?"
Atty. Garette looked at his father again and said, "Give me some time to think and sort things out Dad," he muttered while still looking at his father with an unfathomable expression.
A smile slowly crept through Don Raffy Le Brione's lips when he heard his son's answer. "Alright Garette, at least you are giving me a little hope. I will give you until Monday morning before you leave this house, I want to know your answer."
Atty. Garette furrowed. "That soon Dad?"
His father nodded and replied with certainty, "Yes! You take it or leave it!"
Surprised, he just looked at his father without any words coming from his mouth. For a certain moment, both of them fell silent.
"And one more thing Garette; never touch my fiancee while I am still alive or until I permit you to do so. Respect her as you respect your mother!"
And Atty. Garette suddenly remembered how he kissed his father's fiancee, two times already.
One year had passed since the cries of a newborn shattered the midnight silence of the manor. The Texas sun was now shining on a transformed estate. The once-stark legal war room was now a vibrant family home, the gardens filled with the laughter of a growing dynasty and the scent of blooming sampaguita—a touch of the Philippines Dianthe had brought to the ranch.The celebration for Leo Raffy Le Brione’s first birthday was the social event of the decade, but the guest list remained strictly intimate. The "Inner Circle" had gathered on the sprawling lawn, which was decorated with custom silk banners designed by the now-famous VIVI-AMBER label.Leo sat on a throne-like high chair, happily smashing a piece of cake. He was the perfect blend of his parents—possessing Garette’s piercing, observant eyes and Dianthe’s warm, effortless smile.As the sun began to set, the four men who had once been known only as the most ruthless legal team in the country stood together by the outdoor bar.Greg
The sun dipped below the Texas horizon, bleeding into shades of bruised purple and molten gold, as if the sky itself was acknowledging the gravity of the union about to take place. The Thorne-Le Brione Manor had been transformed. Thousands of white lilies and orchids lined the perimeter, their fragrance thick and sweet in the evening air, competing with the crisp, metallic scent of the nearby plains. High above the manicured lawns, crystal chandeliers hung from invisible armatures within massive white silk tents, their light refracting against the champagne flutes of the global elite.This was more than a wedding; it was a summit. The "Sharks" were no longer just a legal team; they were becoming a dynasty.Garette stood at the altar as Best Man, a silent sentinel of power. His presence alone was enough to quell any lingering whispers regarding Greg’s past. Beside him, Dianthe stood with a radiant, soft strength, cradling baby Leo. The child, swaddled in silk, represented the new era o
The drive to the sprawling Miller estate in London was silent, the air inside the car pressurized by Greg’s uncharacteristic stillness. For a man who lived and breathed high-stakes litigation, he looked like a soldier preparing to walk into a minefield. Beside him, Amber was a vision of cool, ivory silk, but her fingers were curled tightly around the handle of her briefcase.“My father doesn’t negotiate, Greg,” Amber said, her voice cutting through the hum of the engine. “Billionaire oil and shipping magnates don’t care about ‘the truth’ or ‘redemption.’ They care about assets, liabilities, and ROI. To him, you are a partner with a fifty percent depreciation value because of your past.”Greg adjusted his cufflinks, his jaw set in a hard line. “Then I’ll just have to show him that my value isn't in the ledger he’s reading.”When the car pulled up to the Miller manor—a limestone fortress that looked like it had been built to withstand a siege—the doors were opened by security detail tha
The Texas morning broke with a clarity that felt almost cinematic, the sky a vast, unblemished blue that stretched toward the horizon. Inside the Thorne-Le Brione Manor, the atmosphere had shifted. The heavy, suffocating weight of secrets had been replaced by a quiet, rhythmic hum of a life being rebuilt.In the master suite, Garette and Dianthe were enjoying a rare moment of undisturbed peace. Baby Leo was sound asleep in his cradle, a tiny anchor of hope in the center of their world. Garette sat at the edge of the bed, watching Dianthe brush her hair, the sunlight catching the gold highlights in the dark strands."You’re staring," she said, catching his eye in the mirror with a playful smirk."I’m observing," Garette corrected, his voice low and warm. "There’s a difference. One is passive; the other is the strategic appreciation of my wife."Dianthe laughed, setting the brush down and turning to face him. "Is that the ‘Shark’ talking, or the man who spent three hours last night rese
The following evening, the usual high-voltage tension of the Thorne-Le Brione Manor was replaced by the clinking of silverware and the soft, melodic hum of a family finding its rhythm. Garette and Dianthe had arranged a small, intimate gathering in the conservatory—a room draped in jasmine vines and bathed in the soft glow of oversized lanterns. It wasn't a corporate gala or a strategic dinner; it was a welcome.Garette sat at the head of the table, baby Leo asleep in a bassinet just inches from his chair. He looked at Dianthe, who was radiant in a simple silk wrap dress, sharing a laugh with Greg’s mother, Elena. The "Shark" felt a strange sense of equilibrium. For years, he had fought to protect a legacy that felt like a burden; now, he was watching a family grow into its own strength."I have to admit," Garette said, raising a glass of vintage red toward Greg and Amber. "The manor feels a lot less like a fortress tonight and a lot more like a home. To the truth—no matter how messy
The Texas sun was unforgivingly bright as the black Cadillac Escalade pulled through the ornate gates of the Thorne-Le Brione Manor. Inside the library, Greg stood as still as a statue, his hands clasped behind his back so tightly his knuckles were white. Beside him, Amber was a vision of professional poise in a cream-colored silk suit, though the slight tremor in her fingers as she adjusted her glasses betrayed the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior.The arrival of Greg’s past wasn't just a meeting; it was a collision of two worlds. When the car door opened, it wasn't just two children who stepped out, but the pillars of Greg’s foundation—his mother, Elena, and his father, Arthur.The two boys, six-year-old Mateo and four-year-old Lucas, looked like smaller, unpolished versions of Greg. Mateo had the same sharp, inquisitive eyes, while little Lucas possessed the mischievous smirk that Greg often used to disarm his opponents in the boardroom. They clung to the hands of their gran
The heavy silence of the library was punctuated only by the sound of Greg’s ragged breathing as he remained on his knees, his forehead nearly touching the polished mahogany floor. Amber stood frozen, her hand still gripping the cold brass handle of the door. The shock had begun to recede, replaced
The Texas morning had matured into a lazy, golden afternoon, and for the first time in years, the heavy oak doors of the master suite remained locked to the outside world. Inside, the "Shark" of the Le Brione empire had been thoroughly defeated by a seven-pound infant and a diaper tab that refused
The legal cannons had finally fallen silent, leaving behind a ringing vacuum that was slowly being filled by the sounds of a house breathing again. With the Miller helicopter a fading speck on the horizon and the "Titan" successfully repelled, a strange, beautiful stillness settled over the Thorne-
The peace of the manor was shattered not by the gentle rustle of the Texas wind, but by the rhythmic, heavy thrum of a helicopter approaching from the north. The sound was a physical weight, vibrating through the floorboards and rattling the fine crystal in the dining room. It didn't land at the lo







