Thomas Castiel was a man of high standards. He was a sixty four years old man with quite a healthy body. Brown eyes stared suspiciously at his wife and son. What were they saying?"Are you all instantly deaf?"Evelyn's mind suddenly came back. "Uh, hi. You're home.""Y-yea father. You came home early," Owen said, hurrying to help his father unpack."None of you have given me any reply yet." The man said again."Nothing. Uh, we were talking about Doris' marriage."Thomas casually walked towards the couch and took his seat. "She's still with that dumbass broke man?""Right!" Evelyn rushed and sat beside her husband, helping him unbutton his shirt. "Our daughter can be such a silly moron sometime." ✩★✩Nathan frowned as he sat still in the car, thinking about Fernando and his secret spy granddaughter, Tori. What the fuck! All this while, he'd been working with her. She had been secretly sent to guard him. What had Fernando taken him for? He was a full grown adult. How could he even ri

Nathan had been home quite early that day, a little past six. He texted Doris on his way home that he had a surprise for her. Then, branched at a supermarket to get some food ingredients. He would be preparing spaghetti and meatballs, along with some other interesting side dishes. Doris glared intensely at the ingredients on the kitchen table, then returned her gaze to her husband's grinning face. "Seriously? sautéed green beans, cucumber and vinegar salad, and oven garlic bread?" She asked with a slight frown on her face. Nathan chucked. "Don't forget the chocolate molten cake for dessert. It's gonna be awesome." "Nathan, that's all too much. Besides, when was the last you made... Any of these?" "I can handle it. We," he said pointing a finger at himself, then at her, "can handle it. It'll be fun, come on. You did promise me that you're willing to give us a chance again." His eyes opened a little wide, and eyebrows were slightly raised, as he stuck his bottom lip out, while tilti

"Okay, let's begin." Nathan said, then began to call out a few of his ideas. "We need to set up a private meeting with Manuel, I don't know which of us though."After Tori had written down the first idea, she proposed, "it could be me. Manuel would never even give you a chance.""But we know that it's really risky and dangerous. I can't let you get intertwined with a criminal like Manuel--""Because I'm a girl?" She asked with furrowed brows."Because you're a mother, Tori Lawyers." Nathan replied, frowning slightly. "Doris and I would give anything to be the parent of that cute chubby little guy you showed me the other day," he said, smiling cheerfully. Tori's baby was a cutie indeed. He was chubby with bright blue eyes, just like him. Tori had mentioned that she disliked the fact that he had resembled his father, despite their unfortunate break up."He is cute isn't he?" She said, her cheeks puffed into a pleasing smile. "But I can take care of myself. I'm a fucking cop!" "Maybe, I

Back at the house, Doris was being scolded by all of her family members. It was almost like a usual thing that she wasn't even disturbed. Her mind was focused on something else. Nathan had been hiding his true identity from her, all for the sake of trying to protect her. True, she couldn't hate him that much for trying to be a good and protective husband. But there was more to why he had lied. One time when she had been talking to him, his face hardened and sadness clouded his features. What was he not telling her? Then he had reported to her that her friend Ronnie Anne came around the night before, and he had not been certain that she was the one who had spilled the secret. If it had not been her, who had actually told her of Nathan's secret? And what was Nathan still hiding from her! "We may lose our entire business because of what Doris has done." Doris paused as she heard her name, her mind coming back to reality. She listened to the trash Owen was spewing, oh and she had be

There was something unsettling with Doris that day. She was certain that her mother would be the death of her, and so, after their little family meeting that didn't go as planned, she decided to try something new. To take a dangerous lane down her path. She had called up Ronnie Anne and asked for an audience. To her utmost surprise, the woman gave a direction. "Meet me at the usual bar, noon sharp." Luckily for Doris, there was still time. It had only been a few minutes to ten. For once in her life, she had to think like her husband. Nathan would have a plan, then a backup plan and a backup backup plan if the need should arise. What would Nathan do in her shoes? First, she needed to define her purpose for going to meet her. "Well," she began to say to herself, pretending to be Nathan. "I want to learn more about her intentions. It's obvious that she didn't send me the text that night and the whole evidence!" Okay, fine. She imagined a voice speaking to her calmly. So how do yo