Looking at her reflection in the intricate mirror, Jennifer saw a face that was unfamiliar but undoubtedly her own. She inhaled deeply, attempting to calm her fast-beating heart."Isabella," she murmured quietly, testing the name that seemed unfamiliar in her mouth. "My name is Isabella Beckett."As the door made a creaking sound, Alexander entered the room and his expression softened upon seeing her. He inquired, leaning casually against the doorframe, "Are you prepared for this?"Facing him, she attempted to force a smile. "As prepared as I will ever be."He laughed while quickly walking across the room. "You can do it." Always keep in mind that confidence is essential.Jennifer acknowledged with a nod, even though her hands were shaking a bit. "It's simple for you to say." "You have been engaged in this activity for your entire existence."Alexander casually raised his shoulders, a mischievous sparkle in his gaze. "Correct, but you possess something that I never had.""What is that

Marcus nodded, his expression serious. "And the Romano? They’re getting too close."Monica smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Let them. They’ll never find the evidence."Jennifer exchanged a look with Alexander, her heart racing. "She’s overconfident," she mouthed.Alexander nodded, his expression grim. "That’s our advantage."As Monica and Marcus wrapped up their conversation, Jennifer and Alexander slipped away, adrenaline coursing through them.Back at the estate, they reviewed what they’d overheard."We need to find that evidence she mentioned," Jennifer said, determination in her voice.Alexander nodded, his mind already working. "And we need to act fast. Before they make their next move."Jennifer looked at him, admiration in her eyes. "We can do this."Alexander smiled, a rare moment of warmth. "Together."Time flew by quickly as they engaged in various activities, uncovering valuable information that led them towards the truth. As darkness descended, Jennifer experienced

Monica ended the call before Alexander could answer. His thoughts were racing as he gazed at his phone. He had never encountered a woman named Monica, much less had a child with her. This must have been some sort of error. The following day, the news spread like wildfire through the press. Headlines blared, "Secret Love Child of Romano Heir!" Photos of Monica and a young boy, prominently displayed in newspapers and websites, sparked the controversy. The media frenzy escalated dramatically, with reporters constantly following and harassing Alexander and Isabella. "Mr. Romano, is that accurate? "Do you possess a hidden son?" "Isabella, what are your thoughts on your husband being unfaithful?" "Are things turbulent in your marriage?" They were overwhelmed by the incessant barrage of questions, leading to a tornado of disorder and bewilderment. "This is absurd!" Alexander shouted as he made his way through the crowd of journalists. "I have no idea who this woman is

Alexander paused, his face briefly showing a hint of uncertainty. He said with a strained voice, "I... I can't bring myself to believe it. The way he behaved... the gleam in his eyes while revealing the safe code... it seemed like he was aware of something we weren't."Isabella suggested that, "perhaps he was simply concerned," although a hint of doubt had been instilled in her thoughts."Perhaps," answered Alexander, though uncertainty still lingered in his tone. The upcoming days were a flurry of inquiries, questioning, and allegations. The intense media hype about Monica and Daniel kept going strong, further escalating the situation. Every discussion, every exchange was tainted with a sense of doubt. "David, have you found anything else about James and Uncle's whereabouts?" Alexander asked over the phone, his voice sharp with impatience."Nothing concrete yet," David replied. "Sterling has vanished. Cleaned out his accounts, disappeared without a trace. And James is in Europe.

As night descended, they snuggled on the couch, watching a movie, their bodies wrapped around each other. A feeling of routine came back, a pleasant break from the disorder in their daily lives. Isabella whispered softly, leaning her head on Alexander's chest, "This is nice.It just the two of us." "Yeah," Alexander agreed, tightening his arms around her. "Just us."While they enjoyed their renewed bond, they couldn't shake a persistent feeling of unease. The sensation of being observed, of something feeling off. While carrying Isabella to bed, Alexander noticed a sudden movement outside the window. He looked quickly, but noticed no one. He brushed it off as just his imagination, yet the sense of unease lingered. Later that evening, while Isabella was fast asleep in his embrace, Alexander couldn't rid himself of the sense that something was wrong. He rose from the bed and approached the window, gazing out at the darkness. The road underneath was empty, with only the soft buzz of t