It’s been a week since the dreadful attack on the Guerrero mansion.Miguel was sent to the dungeon as his punishment was yet to be determined and Alex was set to resume working at the head office the very next week. Camilla had not returned from her vacation and Alex was slowly realising that he missed her madly. He missed her too much.Lately, he’d been harboring the urge to tell her the truth before he actually revealed it to the rest. That was just how much he loved her.Now that Miguel was in custody, nothing extraordinary had happened. The video clip which proved that he’d framed Eden’s father was finally uncovered. The mafia apologised to him and offered him his job back but after being caned, Eden’s father turned down their proposal. He was however settled to the tune of five million dollars. Diego was released and after a heartfelt apology, he took over Miguel’s position as the head housekeeper. Miguel’s wife was supposed to be with him in the dungeon but she was only plac
“If you like her, just go ahead and tell her. I’m sure she doesn’t bite.”Simon froze for three seconds. Then he turned to Alex, his eyes narrowed in annoyance.“What did you say?”Alex had no idea why, but he was feeling particularly bold at the moment. He shrugged.“You have feelings for Mr. Tariq’s secretary.”His assumptions were proven when a flicker of guilty shock flashed in Simon’s eyes. He smothered it immediately, cleared his throat and stiffened his shoulders.“And what exactly makes you think that?”“It’s as clear as day.” Alex replied. “Your feelings for her are as bright as a neon sign, sir.”Simon took a deep breath.“What exactly do you mean?”Was he deliberately trying to act dumb or did he really need a clear explanation, Alex wondered.“All the slicking of hair, tapping of feet and little calls for attention that I cannot even count. It’s so clear that you have feelings for her, you might as well have written it on your forehead. I can help you with tips on how to w
“Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?”Alex froze. For the next three seconds, he remained completely still, hoping that the boss was talking to someone else. Almost a minute later, when he didn’t reply, the owner of the designer shoes took another step towards him. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m talking to you.”He finally came to terms with the fact that he was busted. He lifted his head slowly and came face-to- face with one of his twin uncles. His eyes drifted to the brass name tag which was pinned to the man’s suit. It read; “Gustavo Alexander, CEO, Alexander Group.”Oh. So this was Gustavo. The first twin.Not knowing what else to do, he bowed slightly. “Hello, sir. My name is David Wyatt. I’m the new head cleaner. I’ve only resumed my duties today.”His heart was thundering like a runaway train as Gustavo stared at him with disgust in his eyes.“You’re a cleaner?” He spat.Alex gritted his teeth and nodded.“Yes, sir.”The silence that followed his reply was loud. Too
Alex was stunned.“Gustavo… the CEO?”Tariq nodded. “Yes, the CEO.”“H-how? Why?”“Well, five years ago, Gustavo got into a dangerous accident and fell into a coma. Investigations revealed that his brakes were tampered with but the Spanish mafia still hasn’t been able to find out who was responsible until this day.”“Wait. Did he… die?”Tariq pursed his lips.“No, he didn’t. He’s still in a coma as we speak.”Alex was perplexed.“Then how come…”“The thing is, the Spanish mafia lied to everyone that he’d recovered from coma a year after the accident. Mendez and his brother are inseparable. They’re literally joined at the hip. There was absolutely no way he was going to survive without Gustavo, so a year after the accident, he decided to clone his brother.The procedure was ridiculously expensive and there was a ninety percent chance that it wasn’t going to work, but Mendez refused to give up.Rather surprisingly, he was able to successfully clone himself after the first try. That is
After destroying the phone like Tariq had advised, Alex woke up with the sun and set about discarding the pieces in different dumpsters in the city.Two hours later, he returned to his apartment to prepare for work.He’d originally intended to give it a day or two before he tried to crack open the safe, but yesterday’s events made him realize that time might not be on his side. If he really had a stalker, he had to get his job done before the stalker decided to become bolder.Thirty minutes later, a sleek, black, tinted car arrived to pick him up. Alex got into the backseat beside Tariq.Tariq took one look at his dark circles and muttered; “Bad night?”Alex sighed deeply.“Let’s just say I wasn’t able to sleep a wink.”“Did you do what I asked?”“Yes. The phone is in different parts of Madrid as we speak.”Tariq nodded.“Good. Good.” After a moment of silence, he asked again; “did you read the journal?”Alex shook his head. “Nope. I still haven’t found the courage to go beyond star
After forty-five minutes of thankfully uninterrupted struggling, Alex was finally able to get the safe open.“Hello, Mr. Gustavo. Welcome.” A female, robotic voice greeted as he pulled open the safe’s door.Gustavo? Wasn’t it supposed to be Mendez? Gustavo was the clone. Alex stored that little information away to use it later. He was already tingling with anticipation of what he would find inside, but his excitement dwindled when he looked in and only saw a journal which was eerily similar to the one he’d gotten last night.“What?” He muttered to himself. “What the hell is going on here?”After blinking to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, he poked his head into the safe and sure enough, there were no inheritance documents or jewellery. All he could find was the journal.“This better be a bad joke.” He muttered to himself as he pulled out the journal. However, the moment he stretched his hand into the safe, all hell broke loose.Suddenly, red lights flashed from specific corners of th
Alex was annoyed, but he tried hard not to let it show.He backed away from Camila and walked towards the door with slow, measured steps. However, instead of leaving like she’d asked, he paused, closed the door… and locked it.Camila’s heart raced violently when he turned around to face her. His blue eyes were dark and smouldering, and the throbbing vein on his forehead was an indication that he was not happy. At all. “What are you doing?” She stuttered, trying to appear bold. “I asked you to get out. Why did you lock the door?”Alex did not respond. Instead, he took one step towards her and she barely stopped herself from taking one back.She had to show him that she wasn’t intimidated or scared of him. “What happened to you, Camila? Why are you acting like this?” He growled.Camila gritted her teeth and lifted her chin.“How exactly am I acting?”“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t make me ask you again.” Camila swallowed thickly. His tone was dark and dangerous. A clear indi
Alex’s heart pounded wildly as he lifted his grandfather's journal from the locked drawer where he’d kept it.He ran his fingers over the broken, fragile cover before settling in his chair to go through the contents.“I wonder how long he had this thing for.” He muttered as he gently flipped to the first page.The entries were written more like a diary than a journal. And it seemed like he was addressing it to someone. “Dear best friend,Yesterday, I received news that my grandson had finally been born. Believe me when I saw I have never felt so ecstatic to hold a child in my entire life. I had to leave Spain for New York immediately so I could at least get to touch him while he was still new and fresh. He's a beautiful child, best friend, and he looks just like me. I don’t know why, but I feel a very special connection to him. I think I’ll name him after myself — Alexander, Alexander Stephan. He will be my one true heir after his father. I love him very, very much.Oh, I met my wi