"So, are you telling Edmund about Irina?" Penelope asked as I parked the car in front of the restaurant.I nodded. "I think so,” I said, sighing.We got out of the car and walked to the entrance when I saw that Edmund's man was still in the car. I stopped and he looked at me with a confused face as he got out of the door. "Is there something you need, Ma'am?". he asked walking up to me. "Yes. Why are you staying in the car?" I asked."Well, I have a clear view inside from the car, Ma'am,” he said looking hesitant."Come eat with us,” I said and he was about to protest but I stopped him. "You have been walking for hours too. I know you must be hungry. Come on,” I offered turning back around. "Ma'am, I don't think the boss will. . .” I cut him off. "I am not leaving you the choice.” I smiled. "Now come on," I said and he foll

 My eyes opened as I heard loud noises. I hissed and tried to sit up, but I couldn't. I started crying again when the door opened with a bang. "Alena,” I heard Edmund's deep voice as he walked up to me. He took me in his arms. "Love. . .” he said softly putting his hand on my stomach then tensed. "She took our baby, Edmund. Irina took our son,” I said weakly crying. "She said she was going at the airport. And I don't know how long I have been out,” I cried as his eyes darkened. "Please you have to go.” "Carlo!” Edmund yelled, and Carlo and Rio walked, followed by other men. "You have to go.” I cried. "Bring him back, please. . ." "Take her to the hospital,” Edmund said, looking at his friend. "Please take care of her. She means everything to me,” he said, and Carlo nodded. "I’ll bring him back, Love," he whi

 I was back home since yesterday and I still can't help but think about Irina. Edmund didn't want to tell me anything. What is it that he’s hiding? Did he hurt her badly?My heartbeat raced at that thought. Oh, my God. . .I shook my head and erase that thought. I sighed and put Iñigo in his crib. I stood there, staring at him before feeling arms being wrapped around me. "I have something to take care of,” Edmund whispered. "1'll be back in a few hours,” he added. I turned to look at him, took his hand and walked out of the room. "It's Sunday. Are you going to work?" I asked drawing my eyebrows together.  He shook his head. "It's not for the company, Love," he replied. "Then what?" I asked back. He looked at me blankly. "Can we talk later?" he said trying to walk past me. "I have to go now. I love you. Drink yo

 "Can I come in?" he asked looking at me and that seem to have woken Edmund from his transe. "No.” He snapped. "Come on, Son. I haven't seen you in twenty years,” he said darkly. "Aren't you at least going to present me to your beautiful little family?" he said pointing at Inigo and I.Edmund looked at him darkly. "Whatever you do, I don't give a fuck. Just stay away from my family," Edmund said darkly, and the man looked at him hardly then smirk. "You talk back at me now, Son,” he said darkly. "You're a man now, I see,” he added. "I heard you owned a big company". He hardly looked at his surroundings. "You're a billionaire. And you didn't even think about your old father who's starving every day.” Edmund shrugged. "Doesn't look like you're starving to me." "Who made you the man you are today?" The man snapped

"What did you find about Reynaldo?" Edmund asked as Carlo changed his expression into a serious one. With that face, you would never guess how playful he really is. "For years He has been working in shop in Italy. He came here two weeks ago. We don't know who he knows here or how he knew about you, but I know he has someone here,” Carlo explained seriously. "He has been in jail for ten years and has been released five years ago,” he continued. "He didn't get married again and no children. After you and your mother left, he went to the police saying you were missing but that was before your dad found a way to get the divorce for your mom and changed your last name into Cardinal. It just got harder for Reynaldo to find you.” He stopped. "Until now,” he added making Edmund sigh.  "Well, there's nothing he can do. I'm not scared of him. I'm not a kid anymore. If he tries to hurt my family, there'