Taking the soak coat off his body, Rene tossed it on his bed and collapsed onto the mattress, burying his head in his hands, and sighed deeply.
"This is all your faulty Rome." He murmured to himself, clenching his fists.
Just then, his ringtone began to go off, and he fished for his phone from in his pocket, staring at the caller ID "Mom."
For a moment he hesitated, and then he pressed to accept, bringing the phone to his ear. He heard nothing for a minute, and then his mother's sweet voice flooded his ears.
"Son, are you there?" Catherine asked, sounding anxious.
"Mmh," Rene replied, running a tired hand over his face and sighing heavily, "Yeah.. Why are you calling?"
Silent for another few moments, Catherine let out a shuddery breath. "I don't know why I called. It's silly really... I'm sorry. I know how important this is to you, and that's not fair to you. You must be exhausted, I just wanted to check in on you and make sure you were okay."
"I..." Rene tried, but he didn't know what to say. After everything that had happened tonight, he didn't think he would ever be okay again. "Mother, I want to come home. I need you, mom."
A soft sob escaped Catherine, and he felt his heart clench painfully, knowing that she was crying, and she was the only one he tried to be strong for since he wanted her not to worry.
"I'm here for you." Catherine managed to choke out between sobs.
Rene closed his eyes, trying to push the sadness from him with willpower alone. He opened his eyes once again and said, "Not like this. How many years has it been? Sixteen years that I haven't seen you face to face. I was four mother, and he took me away from you. That-"
"He's your father, Rene." Catherine interrupted softly.
"Rome Ford is not my father!!"
"You are his only child-"
"And yet he abandons me in the care of his servants!! What crime did I commit? Being born with his blood?!"
"Rene..."
Growing cold with silence, he listened to the quietness on the line, and he knew her answer was going to be the same as every time he'd asked it. "Your father loves you, Rene."
Those words only she had spoken over these sixteen years made it hard for him to believe that Rome had ever loved him at all. And yet, as he lay there, soaking wet, covered in bruises and the smell of blood, he finally accepted that he would always be his father's son and because of that, he would have to live in the shadow for the rest of his life.
Just then, the sound of something slamming into the wall caught his attention and he immediately jumped from the bed, saying, "I will call you back, mother."
"Son-" Rene caught off the call and then walked out of the room, hearing the sounds getting louder and louder, he approached the living room.
Just then Adina's voice caused him to look back, seeing her lying flat on the floor, "Don't go out there."
"What's going on?" Rene asked, taking cautious steps towards her.
"I don't know. But Logan shouted moments ago that I should keep you inside."
"But-"
Just then the sound of something banging on their door echoed, and then a loud groan from a man followed, causing Rene to step away from her and approach the doorway.
"Son-Rene... Young master, don't." Her voice shook lightly.
Turning back around, Rene's brow creased with concern, "I'll be right back."
He hurried towards the door and then slowly turned the knob, opening it gently. But just then a force weight on the door, causing the knob to slip from his hand and he jumped back as a man dropped onto the living room floor.
"What's going on? Who are you?" Rene asked, gazing curiously at the strange man, who was still groaning in pain as he lay on the floor.
The stranger lifted his head and his face came into view, revealing that it was a man, probably in his early thirties with long black hair which hung limply around his shoulders. His skin was marked with tattoos and a thick scar ran over his eyebrow. His eyes seemed dull and lifeless, reflecting no emotion whatsoever.
"It's you!" The guy snarled, pushing himself onto his feet as a smirk played on his lips.
Then he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a knife. Rene flinched, watching the stranger warily as he slowly moved toward him. With one swift movement, he brought the blade upward and tried to slice across his arm, but Rene jumped back.
That didn't stop him from swinging the blade repeatedly at Rene, causing Rene to keep dodging until his back hit the wall, and a creepy smile played on the man's lip.
"I don't know who you are, having so many men protecting you. But you shouldn't have put your hand on my boss. Now, die!!" He yelled.
"Duck, young master!" A voice rang in Rene's ear and he immediately dropped to the ground before the sound of gunshots went off.
His eyes widened as he watched the man's knees weaken under him and then he fall backward, crashing into the couch.
"What just happened?" Rene's mouth out, no sound leaving his lips.
"Master Rome, the threats have been eliminated," Logan said as he put aside his gun and locked eyes with Rene. "Young master is safe. But it seemed like he was the target."
Standing from the floor, Rene swallowed back his fear and gazed over at the dead man on his couch before facing Logan, "Father, are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?"A look of fear settled in Logan's eyes, knowing that even though he was in charge of protecting, raising, and training Rene, this was the first time he had called him father while Rome was on the other side of the call."Your dad wants to speak with you," Logan said, withdrawing the phone and showing it to Rene.But he refused to accept it, rage filling his eyes as he stared angrily at the device. Yet, Logan took steps towards him, grabbed his wrist, and put the phone in his hand, commanding, "Master Rome wants to speak with you."Frowning, Rene took the phone and drew it to his ear, hesitating only slightly before saying, "Yes?"After some silent hesitation, the deep baritone voice of Rome spoke up. "Are you alright? Are you safe?""Yeh," Rene said, turning to look down at the dead man."Logan said they were after y
One month later.The living room of the safe house kept feeling like it was closing in around him as Rene paced back and front, unable to sit down. There was so much pent-up frustration that was building inside of him."Young master," Adina's voice sounded behind him, and he spun around in shock to see her standing there. Her hands were clasped tightly together in worry, concern written across her features. "Breakfast is ready. You should eat something."Burying his face into his palms, Rene sighed, letting out another deep breath, knowing that there was little point in resisting. Pushing off the wall, he followed after her, and she led the way into the dining area, where food had already been set out on the table. Taking a seat, he picked up his fork and stared at the food, but he wasn't hungry, instead feeling sick to his stomach.Looking up, his eyes caught sight of Adina standing beside the window, her arms crossed as she regarded him solemnly. "Can I join you?" A voice came f
The tension in the room grew as Rene glared at his father sitting at the table, barely touching their food. The silence was finally broken by Rome, who took a deep breath and looked directly at his son."Your mother has been grieving, Rene," Rome began, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "Seeing you locked away in this safe house, isolated from the world, has been tearing her apart. I made a promise to her that I would let you have a life in the real world."When Rene furrowed his brow with that stubborn look in his eyes, Rome's expression hardened slightly. "I've arranged for you to marry the youngest granddaughter of the Rossi family. It's a contract marriage, but it will give you the opportunity to live outside this safe house, to have a semblance of a normal life. You will be marrying her in replace of Kia Flores', a servant from the mansion, son."Rene's fork clattered onto his plate as he stood up abruptly, his face flushed with anger. "This isn't what I wanted!" he shout
For the longest, Rene stared at his father, feeling his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand as he clenched them into fists. His breathing slowed slightly, his jaw clenching. Then, with a nod, he replied, "Got it.""Thank you, son." Catherine cried, rising from her seat and rushing forward to pull Rene into a hug. "I love you so much." She breathed, holding onto him for a few seconds before pulling away. "Parblo is the head of the maids and his family owns lots of land that the Rossi family wants to acquire. In exchange for the lands, he made an arrangement with Carlo to make his son the grandson-in-law of the Rossi family and give him a title in the family company. The old man agreed and made that into a contract, stating that the one who broke the contract would be penalized based on Parblo's demand. But that request fell on Parblo when he found out that his son was involved with someone and the girl was eight months pregnant and his son refused to marry anyone but her." R
The Ford mansion gates pulled open automatically and Vincent drove the SUV slowly through the front gate and onto the large, cobblestone drive leading up to the entrance. The entire ride, Rene sat in the back, wondering if he would still remember his childhood home, or if he would have forgotten everything about it after all these years. Finally, the car pulled up and stopped in front of the grand house, and moments later, Vincent opened the car door for Rene, saying, "We are here."As Rene stepped out of the SUV, he couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions. Everything felt familiar and strange at the same time, and the familiarity was overwhelming. He walked past Vincent towards the massive, wooden double doors, which were opened for him immediately by one of the huge staff members, and then entered the main foyer.For a moment, his brain started to hurt as memories tried to force their way into his consciousness, but they were blurry and distorted, making his mind unable to ho
Two days laterThe taxi arrived at the huge gate of the luxurious Rossi family estate, and Rene sat by Parblo, rubbing his sweaty palms against his trousers. The grand gates loomed ahead, flanked by meticulously manicured hedges and towering trees. "We are here." The driver announced their arrival, and Rene could feel his heart pounding as they came to a stop.Parblo glanced at him, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and encouragement. "Remember, Theo, stay calm and follow my lead. Everything will be fine."Rene nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to steady his nerves. He knew this moment was crucial. The plan they had meticulously crafted hinged on his ability to convincingly assume the identity of Kia Flores. The gates opened smoothly, and the taxi rolled through, making its way up the winding driveway toward the grand entrance of the Rossi mansion. As they approached, the full scale of the estate came into view – a sprawling, opulent building with a façade of gleaming white sto
The room fell into a tense silence as Layla's eyes locked onto Rene, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. Jason, still holding Layla’s arm, followed her gaze and his eyes widened slightly, clearly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.Rene's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. He had not anticipated seeing Layla and Jason here, and their presence complicated matters further. He could feel the eyes of the Rossi family boring into him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disdain.Layla's voice, laced with a hint of disbelief, cut through the silence. "Theo? What are you doing here?"Before Rene could answer, Jason rushed for him, his fist swinging for Rene's face. At first, Rene wanted to dodge, but remembering Rome's warning and not wanting to make the situation more suspicious than it already was, he allowed Jason's punch to connect. Before he could retaliate, however, another fist collided with his jaw, and he felt his vision go
The room remained tense as Rene’s laughter died down. He wiped the tears from his eyes and straightened, still catching his breath. He locked eyes with Layla, then with Jason, a small, defiant smile playing on his lips."You think anyone would buy that?" Rene's voice was steady, despite the lingering pain. "You think I'm here to get back at you? Trust me, Layla, you and Jason are the last people on my mind."Parblo stepped forward, his expression a mix of confusion and determination. "Mr. Rossi, there's been a misunderstanding. This is my son, Kia Flores. He's here to fulfill our agreement.""Shut it." Mr. Rossi snapped as he glared at Parblo. Then he looked over his shoulder at Rene. "Explain yourself. How do you know my grandson, and why is my future daughter-in-law calling you by a different name."Silence hung heavily in the room as all eyes turned to Rene, waiting for his response. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking."Mr. Rossi," Rene began, his voice firm, "
A hush swept over the ballroom, heads turned. Glasses paused mid-air. Even the chandelier light seemed to bend its attention toward the entrance.She stood there... Catherina Ford.Grace was too small a word.She didn’t walk in, she arrived... poised like she owned the ground beneath her heels. Her dress was a deep emerald silk, folding around her like liquid elegance. Hair up in a classic twist, neck adorned with a single strand of pearls that looked like they'd been fished from the private vaults of royalty. Not a wrinkle in her brow, not a misplaced gesture. Only presence.And it was majestic.Mr. Rossi’s jaw dropped open, actually dropped, hanging loose like a broken hinge before he caught himself with a little cough and a half-step forward.“My God,” he muttered. “Is that-?”Gunnar turned toward the entrance as well, brow lifting in curiosity.Rossi's voice was low but urgent. “Gunnar… please tell me you invited her. We’re not… we’re not close enough to the Fords.”But Gunnar onl
The Rossi convoy pulled into the circular drive of the Grand Meridian, the most opulent skyscraper in the city... glass and steel stretching into the stars. Paparazzi flashes crackled beyond the velvet ropes, their lights bouncing off the tinted windows of the luxury cars. Valets and security formed tight lines, working in sharp, clean choreography.The first wave of family emerged... Mr. Rossi leading with Madam Rossi at his side, flanked by Jason, Antonio, Layla, Bianca, Princess, and the others.Then Maria and Rene stepped out next. He stayed by her side, arm tucked beneath hers, smile faint but present, expression unreadable beneath the golden lights of the entrance.The guards nodded. The family entered.But Alejandro didn’t.He stood off to the side, just beyond the corner of the building where the cameras couldn’t see, leaning against his Jaguar, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette burning low between his fingers.His tuxedo was only half-buttoned, hair tousled like he'
Maria stood near the window, phone pressed to her ear, her back straight, voice low. She wore a floor-length gown of deep emerald, sleeveless with a high collar and a low, scooped back that exposed the elegant arch of her spine. The silk flowed like water over her body, and her earrings... a cute glimmer of green stones... brought the whole look together with effortless grace.She ended the call with a sigh just as the bathroom door behind her opened.Rene stepped out, adjusting the cufflinks on his crisp white shirt. But it was the suit that caught the room.He wore a midnight black tuxedo, tailored to precision... sharp lapels trimmed in a sheen of satin, shoulders squared, waist nipped, the cut hugging his frame like it had been made by hands that knew him well. Beneath the jacket, the subtle gleam of a black silk vest peeked through, layered over a charcoal-gray shirt with the top buttons undone just enough to be daring, but not vulgar. A small silver pin was fixed on his lapel, a
The evening of the party had arrived.Beyond the grand windows of the Rossi estate, the sky bled into twilight, a deep indigo shroud setting the stage for the storm that loomed unseen. The Rossi residence shimmered with golden light, and distant voices echoed in the halls.The party.The celebration no one could stop.In the master bedroom on the top floor, the world was quieter... thicker with tension.Madam Rossi stood before the ornate mirror, a dark sapphire gown hugging her figure like silk. Her hands were at her sides, clenched and still. The diamonds at her ears glinted like ice, and the sharp bones of her face gave her a statue-like elegance. Yet the furrow between her brows betrayed her.Behind her, Mr. Rossi was finishing the final touches. He moved with an eerie calm, slipping the delicate chain of her necklace into place around her neck. His fingers were steady as always. Precise. Cold.“Your hands haven’t aged,” she murmured, watching his reflection. “Even after all these
The dining room was uncomfortably quiet without Maria and Rene.Jason sat at the head of the long table, his hand around a half-filled glass of wine, his eyes dull and unblinking. Layla sat beside him, unusually still, her perfectly styled hair tucked behind one ear, a forced smile frozen on her lips. Juan and Antonio were seated opposite each other, eating calmly but watching everyone else with barely disguised suspicion.No one spoke unless necessary. Only the soft clinking of silverware and the occasional shifting of chairs filled the room. A storm brewed behind every glance, every twitch of a brow, every sip of water. It was the kind of quiet that could split open at the slightest provocation.Abruptly, Layla’s phone buzzed sharply against the table, slicing through the silence. She flinched. Glancing down at the screen, her stomach turned."Dad."She cleared her throat gently, offering a courteous smile to the table.“Excuse me,” she said, her voice smooth, though her fingers gri
Rene tilted his head slightly, the faintest curve of a smile teasing at the corner of his lips. He gave a soft, contemplative hmm, as though the matter were merely an intellectual exercise. The silence dragged, intentionally, until even Madam Rossi’s fork stilled halfway to her mouth.“I must say,” Rene began, voice light, polite, dangerously unbothered, “you make a compelling case, sir. Betrayal, dishonor, public shame… It’s almost Shakespearean.” He set his water glass down with an elegant clink. “But there’s just one problem.”Mr. Rossi’s eyes narrowed to slits.“I didn’t betray anyone,” Rene said, voice sharpening beneath the charm. “I didn’t cheat. I didn’t lie. And I certainly didn’t ask to be used as some sacrificial pawn in your public relations game.”Jason scoffed quietly, just loud enough to be heard. “You act like you’re above the family, like none of this matters to you.”Rene turned his gaze slowly, lazily, toward Jason. “Oh, it matters. Just not the way you want it to.”
The early morning light spilled through the sheer curtains, casting pale gold streaks across the floorboards. Rene stood shirtless before the mirror, the soft scratch of gauze brushing against his ribs as he wrapped the bruises with practiced ease.The muscles in his shoulders twitched slightly at every pull, his face set in quiet concentration. The wound, though shallow, was enough to remind him of the night before... of passion, of pain, and of the call that followed.He barely flinched as he secured the bandage with a strip of medical tape, the sting long dulled. The quiet was broken by a knock on the door.Maria stirred from the bed, tangled in the sheets. Her voice was groggy, but steady. “I’ll get it.”She padded across the room, pulling his shirt over her shoulders, and cracked the door open. One of the younger maids stood there, neatly dressed with her hands clasped in front of her. She dipped into a polite bow.“Good morning, Miss Maria. Your grandfather requests your presenc
Suddenly, Rene rose from the bed, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. He tossed it aside, then pulled his T-shirt over his head, throwing it across the room as well. His jeans followed quickly after, and when he threw them all aside, his boxer was the only piece left.Rene stared at her for another moment, his eyes flickering down her body. Then, he smiled faintly, a little selflessly, “What now?" Staring down at him, Maria’s breath hitched. Her eyes moved over the bruises on his ribs, the faint marks across his skin. Her hand reached out instinctively, trembling slightly as it hovered near his side.But Rene stepped forward, catching her wrist in his hand and gently lowering it. His touch was warm, patient, but there was finality in it.“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low with a hint of pleading. “Not today.”Maria opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss, soft at first. His lips brushed hers like a question, not a demand. She exhaled ag
Staring ahead, Gunnar reclined on the leather couch in his private office, one ankle resting casually atop his knee, a tumbler of untouched whiskey in one hand. The room was dim, bathed in the warm golden hue of late afternoon light. The only sound was the faint ticking of the antique clock mounted above the fireplace.Across from him, Rene sat stiffly, one arm draped over the couch’s backrest, the other nursing his ribs with deliberate restraint. A thin bruise was forming along his jawline, still fresh from his father’s rage. He wore it like an afterthought, uninterested in pity."Will you tell me who did that?" Gunnar asked, lowering his gaze to the cut."No," Rene said casually.Just then, Gunnar’s phone buzzed on the table between them.He glanced down at the screen, then back at Rene. “Your grandfather-in-law is calling.”Rene smirked faintly, though his eyes remained dull. “Answer it.”Gunnar hesitated only a moment, then tapped the screen. “Okay, boss.”He placed the phone on s