Semua Bab The Unexpected Surrogate for the Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The yellow crime scene tape adorned the front gate of Fernandez mansion, with plain-wrap vehicles rimming the street. Inside, the family sat stunned, silenced, in the living room while the FBI fluttered around.Isabelle's hands jittered around a cup of cold coffee. Her actions pressed on her like a press, and she was smothering. Facing her sat Sophia, stiff in her chair, in an attitude of defiance, her eyes red-rimmed. Alex huddled beside his sister; his young face portrayed a picture of confusion and fear.Jack paced up and down in front of the window. His earlier confidence was fast giving way to visible anxiety. He couldn't help looking at his phone, which had suspiciously remained silent since the raid began.Breaking the tight silence, the sound of approaching footsteps turned all heads as Carlos was led into the room flanked by two stern-faced agents. He was bedraggled—his normally immaculately dressed suit rumpled, his eyes sunken."Dad!" Alex exclaimed and started to run towar

Media StormOn the launching of Allison's reality TV show, the Fernandez family was now more under the public eye, where they had to keep appearances as a united family. Carlos was caught in excruciating indecisiveness regarding how and when to come out to the world about knowing who Jack was and how to do it, with all the backlash it could hold, against the freedom of living honestly.Isabelle had stepped in to handle the public side of the family image and extend the necessary fortitude and flexibility during crises. She knew that Allison's star was just starting to rise and that they had to be prepared."It is impossible Vanessa would come all the way up here for a mountain hike," Isabelle murmured. She paced the study in circles. "We need to get out in front of this before the media tears us apart."Carlos's brows furrowed in worry, and he raked a hand through his hair. "I don't know if I'm ready for that much exposure. Jack's past is…complicated. I'm still trying to wrap my head

Homecoming HeartacheThe Fernandez mansion was silent, a far cry from the bomb that had gone off a few days before inside those very walls. Jack's revelation and his consequent exit seemed to leave behind an almost palpable feel of vacuum that echoed through every single room.Isabelle stood at her study window, her eyes on the horizon, her mind far away. It was almost as if a video of those last week's events played in her head: that stunning revelation concerning Jack's true heritage, the pain and betrayal in Carlos's eyes, and that awful moment when Jack walked out the door forever.A soft knock broke into her reverie. "Mom?" Sophia's voice was tentative, almost fragile. "Can we come in?"Isabelle turned to see her twins hovering in the doorway, their faces etched with concern. "Of course, darlings," she said, managing a small smile. "Come here."As Sophia and Alex sat down on the couch, Isabelle could only admire their strength. Through everything, they had clung to one another—a

Unexpected AlliesThe Fernándezes had breakfast with an air of expectation heavy at the table—Isabelle had finished that conversation with Jack from the night before about the message from Richard and the mandatory family meet.A muscle in Carlos's jaw began to work; his knuckles turned white as he gripped that cup of coffee. "I don't think I'm ready for that," finally said, in a low voice.Sophia, too, had leaned forward, her eyes flashing with interest. "But Dad, don't you think it might help? To clear the air once and for all?"Before Carlos could answer, the doorbell rang out through the mansion, its echo reminding everyone that they didn't have visitors expected at this hour."I'll get it," Alex volunteered, pushing back from the table.He fell back in through the door about a minute later, his face a picture of shock. "Um, you guys aren't going to believe this, but… Allison's here."The whole table gasped. Allison—Carlos's ex-mistress, the woman who had almost fractured their fa

CrossroadsWarm light from the morning sun crept through the curtains and reached out to touch Isabelle as she stirred from sleep. She lay there for a few minutes longer, steeping in the peace of a new day, until feelings about the past few days crashed her back awake. She rolled over, only to find that the other side of the bed was empty, save for Carlos's shadow. On his pillow was a note in his handwriting:"Gone for early meeting. We need to talk later. Love you."Isabelle's gut twisted. Those four words: "We need to talk," never seemed to bring her glad tidings. She blew out a loud breath, running a hand through her tangled hair as she padded downstairs.The kitchen was in full swing this morning. Sophia crouched over her laptop on one side of the breakfast bar while Alex rustled around in the fridge. Jack was at the stove, flipping a pancake with an impressive bit of skill."Morning, Mom," Alex mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.Isabelle managed a smile, pouring herself a much