All Chapters of Ruthless Husband your Wife and Son are Mine : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rafael stood silently at the graveside, his eyes fixed on the cold, grey stone that read : Henry William Wood 1962 – 2009 He said nothing and showed no emotion. The only movement was the bouquet of white lilies in his hand, swaying gently in the wind. Suddenly, a memory flooded back. Years ago in Japan, snow fell softly as young Rafael, wrapped in a thick coat, ran through the grounds, his boots crunching on the frozen snow.. "Uncle Robert!" he shouted, spotting the familiar figure stepping out of a car. "Kiddo!" Uncle Robert greeted, arms open as Rafael rushed into them. The boy didn’t waste a second. "Where’s my father? He said he'd come this time. You promised!" Rafael ran to the car and peeked inside, but it was empty. Uncle Robert didn’t move. He just stood there, his eyes weighed down with something heavy. His silence said more than words ever could. Little Rafael turned back, confused, then scared. "They’ve killed him… haven’t they?" His voice trembled, as tears wel

Enjoy today,” Uncle Robert said as he gave Rafael a light tap on the shoulder before turning to walk away. Rafael stood still for a moment, then called out softly, “Uncle…” Uncle Robert paused and turned back to look at him. “Thank you… for everything,” Rafael said sincerely. Uncle Robert smiled gently, a rare softness in his eyes. “No problem, kiddo,” he replied before turning again and walking away. Rafael watched him go, the smile lingering on his face.. ..................... Thersa stared down at her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen just after she’d hit send. "Happy Birthday, Mr. Rafael Williams Wood. I hope you have an amazing day today." She sighed quietly, unsure of what she was expecting. Maybe nothing. Maybe too much. She was just about to set the phone down on the table when it buzzed in her hand. "Thank you."... She smiled slightly looking at the message Before she could let herself linger on it, the door creaked open. She jumped and qu

Celeste slipped in quietly, She looked left, then right and quickly shut the door behind her.. Her chest rose and fell with agitation. “He has to have something of her… a frame, a note… anything,” she whispered to herself, eyes darting around the room. She hurried to his desk, her fingers flying over drawers, rifling through papers, files, anything that might hold a clue. “What do you have here, Raf?” she muttered, pulling open the top drawer and tossing aside pens and notepads. She squinted and rushed toward one of the shelves. “Where are you hiding her, Rafael?” she muttered, searching fast but still found nothing. Just as she was about to check another corner, the door opened. And she forze in place.. A woman walked in holding a stack of files. She looked surprised to see her. “Miss, is everything okay?” the woman asked with a frown. “I… I was just..” Celeste started. “Oh, you must be waiting for Mr. Wood,” the woman said kindly. “Y..yes,” Celeste replied quickly, stepp

Mr. Mondragon stepped out of his car, slamming the door so hard the driver flinched. He wore a black suit and had a stern expression, his jaw tight and eyes cold. Two guards followed behind him without a word. As he strode toward the court entrance, his lawyer caught up with him, walking briskly. “Sir, I’ve reviewed the file again. Everything is in order. You won’t even have to spend more than thirty minutes inside..... this whole thing is built on speculation.” Mondragon scoffed. “Speculation? Then I expect it to be dismissed before I finish my coffee.” The lawyer hesitated. “There is… one thing.” Diego stopped. “What thing?” The lawyer lowered his voice. “A maid. Formerly employed at Mr. Saito’s residence. She’s been called to testify. Apparently, she claims you were the first to appear at the house even before the body was discovered.” Diego simply sighed, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Let’s see how that goes,” he muttered, adjusting his cuffs. “

Celeste was already waiting near the entrance when Thersa arrived. Before Thersa could reach the door of her shop, Celeste rushed forward and grabbed her arm roughly. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” Celeste snapped, yanking Thersa back a few steps. Thersa staggered slightly, shocked by the sudden aggression. “Ashamed of what?” she asked, confused, her brows furrowed. Celeste spoke in a cold tone. “A married woman having an affair outside her marriage.” Thersa’s breath caught. “What are you talking about?” she asked with a steady voice but her heart pounded faster. “Where are you getting this from?” “Stop it,” Celeste hissed. “I know. I know you have something going on with Rafael.” Thersa looked away, a lump rising in her throat. “That’s not true,” she muttered. “Whatever you think you know is” “You think I’m stupid?” Celeste cut in. “You think I haven’t seen the way he looks at you? I know everything. The late-night meetings. You think you’re special to him?” “