Todos los capítulos de BRINKS: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

No response followed Meenah’s words, the silence thick as incense in the opulent dining hall. She let it linger, riding the uncomfortable hush until Sidney finally shattered it.“I’m officially enrolled at Wicks International,” he announced, voice laced with cautious pride.Rafael glanced up from his plate, chewing slowly. “You chose Wicks.”“Yeah.” Sidney’s smile widened, dimples— inherited from his mother—carving deep into his cheeks like innocent craters in a battlefield.Meenah leaned toward him, her whisper soft against the clink of silverware. “I’m proud of you.”Sidney nodded, a flicker of warmth easing the tension in his shoulders.Marieh poured wine with deliberate grace, her voice syrupy. “Whatever happened to the prestigious institutions here, my love? Doha has exceptional academies… you know.”“Mom,” Sidney countered, steady but firm, “the core of our empire—and the business—remains anchored in the U.S. We have to be there. Father migrates like a restless avian, and Meenah

---“No, you didn't,” Marcus announced, like that was the truth. Everyone paid close attention when he stood up, pretending to be calm. “Rafael, you never hurt him. You never shot him, we all loved Wire so much hence you couldn't have. Eric killed our son, Eric did it—although it's your fault.”“No,” Rafael replied, shaking his head, eyes wide, the disbelief in his eye clear as day... “No. It's not my fault... I-i-it's not my fault. No.” He hit his head again.“It was your fault,” Marcus concluded and walked away. His only goal was to put the blame on Eric alone, while letting Rafael know deep down it was really him—like the ghost behind his eyes ever since that day.---My vision went blurry...My hearing slowly faded...Maids rushed to me.My brain went blank and I passed out.The strong urge to follow him.The urge to die along with him.I was struggling to die. I wanted to end it all. I didn't want to live in this cruel world without Wire as my shield. I only wanted Wire—only him.

“Finally decided to answer?” Rafael mumbled, calmly hiding the sting he felt about Diana ignoring him.“I'm not known for answering the devil's calls”“Yet you're married to him.”“Describe one”Rafael scoffed, “Well, he obviously doesn't wear goodness. How would you describe one?”“I'm hearing his voice right now”Rafael sitting at the back of his car as it was headed for the airport, while Meenah was sitting besides him on her phone. Both seating at each end, maintaining a luxurious distance between them, “How dare you ignore me?” He added and Meenah's eyes fell on and off of him. His gaze outside the car's tinted black glass window. Watching as other cars went behind on high speed. “Do you think I'm into little games?”“It was a wrong number” Diana added with a sly smile, as she waved off Ursula on her attempt to use a high frequency wand on her hair.Rafael adjusted his tie and cleared his throat, “You should have answered mine or called back to tell me that...” Meenah glanced at

Louisa's POV“Isa!~ Isa!~”My husband, Thomas, called in a happy tone that afternoon. I was in the living room with the TV on, just finding out he didn't pay the subscription for the month—which I gave him money for last week prior to its expiration today.Thomas, my dearest husband, is a kind, lovely, handsome, hardworking man. He's just unfortunate not to have a job, so it's not like he can't provide for his cherished family.I had the thought that he went to gamble again with the money I gave him, hence he didn't pay the subscription... Just like an incompetent and stupid wife would. It was only reasonable that I asked him before having useless thoughts.You see, my husband loves me more than Romeo loved Juliet, and he's always thinking of making me happy. Always putting me in check to ensure our family stays whole, unlike some others’. For this reason, I respect him, love him, and always praise him. Even though his hard work in the family might be insignificant to you because he h

Writer’s POV:Rafael stepped into the cool, warm breeze of his Michigan penthouse, a sanctuary carved high above the rustling and bustling of the city below. Guards took up silent positions at the four corners of the room like sentinels framing a rare piece of art—or a dangerous relic. He dropped onto the living-room sofa, hands resting loosely on the armrests, the posture of a rogue man in self-imposed exile.If he could snap his fingers and drag himself back into the past, he would. But life doesn’t bend that way.He hissed through his teeth and let his head fall back against the headrest. A quiet, bitter “damn…” slipped from his lips. He had just signed his life away. Handed his sweat, his empire, his future over to the worst possible person. And the worst part—the part that burned—was that he hated how much he loved it. He actually fucking loved it.A low, dark laugh escaped him.The elevator dinged at the entrance. Oscar and Eli emerged into the living room. Eli slowed his steps