Javier was walking around the place, wondering what to do about his situation. To fight, or to flee? He asked himself as he paced around the house. He was definitely in love with Selena, but he had never been an accomplice to something as grace as this. Attempted murder. Sure, it had been quite a while since the incident and all, but he was still worried about it. What if something like this happens again? Selena did not act as if she was a stranger to doing something like that when they talked about it. "What if she does this thing again?" He asked himself as he moved around, wondering if his life was worth all the money that she believed that they would get. After all, there was no insurance that she would allow him to remain alive after they got the money. And knowing Selena, she would find a way to collect it all from him, and it was not as if if he died, people will know about it. And if people knew about it, what would they do? Javier briefly contemplated his choices.

"Taron? Can you hear me?" Rebecca asked. "Yes I can, what is going on over there?" "There are people here to see you, and I think you would want to see what is going on, and who they are." Rebecca said, her voice low. "Why are you whispering?" Taron asked Rebecca, wondering if everything was okay. "Taron, come out!" She said and disconnected. Taron looked at his mom and Anthony. “What is going on?” Eloise asked, and Taron shrugged, not knowing what to say. “Well, you should go and see what is going on, we will be right here, waiting for you to get back.” Anthony said, and Taron nodded before going out. “Hello, Mr McCarthy.” Taron froze as he heard Selena’s voice. What was she doing here? And the man that she was with— Taron could recognize the face of that man anywhere, as he looked just like his late, old friend, Pablo Hernandez. “Javier? Javier Hernandez?” Taron asked in surprise, and the man beside Selena just nodded gravely, and without a word.

Taron was frustrated. It was like whatever it was that Selena had unleashed on him was working perfectly. One of his companies was trending online, but for wrong reasons, where he was accused of overworking and underpaying his workers, in spite of being one of the biggest in the world. It was not as bad as a personal scandal, but it was a terrible thing in itself. People were calling the heads of the offices and Taron out, and the HR of the affected company had already planned to make videos to convince the public that it was all a lie. People who Taron had turned their businesses down when Taron refused to partner with them were there too, and for some reason, Taron felt that this was only the beginning of it all, and he wasn’t sure of what to make of his foreboding. Rebecca had been doing her best to make things easier, but that didn’t stop his thoughts from running wild. But as he had seemed to lose himself in worry more often than usual, she took up most of the managing work,

Taron was tired out of his mind. After Anthony left his office, he had a lot of phone calls to receive, and eventually, he ended up hiding from the rest of them, because it was overwhelming. He was in and over his head, and so were they. "Let me rest!" He groaned as his phone started ringing for the umpteenth time, and he reached out, grabbed the phone, and threw it against the wall. The phone hit the wall, and he heard a crack as it fell to the ground, and pieces of glass fell too. Rebecca rushed inside with a worried look on her face. "What was that?" She asked, when she saw Taron all alone in the room and followed his line of sight, and sighed. "Oh Taron, I told you that you needed to get some sleep, you know?" "I'm not sleepy." Taron said as Rebecca went to the mess and picked up his phone, hissing as glass pricked her skin. Taron got up and hurried towards her. "Don't hurt yourself, I still need you more than anything else." Rebecca looked up and when she looked b

“What’s wrong, princess?” Taron asked as he pulled Rebecca into his side. “Nothing.” Rebecca murmured. They were back to living together, and she was not feeling so well. She did not feel ill in any way, but she had a terrible foreboding, like as if something was just about to happen, and she had no way to stop it. “You don’t look like it’s nothing— don’t get me wrong, you look good, but you also look kind of down, are you upset?” Taron asked. With all the pressure from the other side outside their home, Taron was actually happy to be worried about Rebecca. Just her, as he was supposed to, if that Javier guy didn’t bother to enter what wasn’t his business at all. “I just feel weird, like, there’s something off, but I can’t tell what it is,” Rebecca said with a huge frown on her face before looking up to point at Taron. “don’t call me a Casandra, or I’ll hit you.” “Okay, violent!” Taron raised his hands in mock surrender. “You do know that I would never say that about