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
“Ladies and gentlemen, please rise as our lovely bride-to-be makes her entrance.”All eyes turned to the grand stairs as Camila descended. Gasps of awe rippled through the room as they gazed upon her rare beauty.Even Alex was held spellbound. Camila was gorgeous. She was dressed in a sheer silver dress that hugged her curves like a glove and flared widely at the knees, sweeping the floor behind her. It was obvious from the thousands of diamonds that shimmered and winked on the delicate material that the dress must’ve cost upwards of a million dollars. Her shiny dark hair lay in waves around her shoulders and light makeup accentuated her soft, beautiful features. All in all, she looked like a fairy princess that fell from the sky. Camila never got the opportunity to answer all of Alex’s interrogations a while ago because an army of servants had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to help her get ready for the party. But Alex swore that he’d find the answers he was searching for soon
THE NEXT DAYThe moment Tariq stepped into his office, an urgent knock sounded on his door. “Who is it?” Alex didn’t bother answering. He just pushed the door open and walked in.Tariq smiled when he saw him but Alex did not return the smile.“Is there something wrong?”“Yes, Tariq. A lot of things are wrong.”Oh. He hung his suit at the back of his chair and sat down, exuding calmness and confidence.“Okay, I’m ready. Shoot.”Alex frowned.“You sound like you know why I’m here.”He raised a brow.“Do I?”“Stop playing with me, Tariq.”“Well, I definitely won’t know what the problem is if you don’t tell me. So tell me.”Alex took a deep, shuddering breath and walked farther into the room.“You knew. You know.”Tariq shrugged.“I know many things, son. You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that.”Alex was at the end of his rope. “You knew my grandfather was responsible for Gustavo’s accident, didn’t you?”He didn’t even bother to deny it.“Of course I knew. I personally
Dear Diary, Mendez got a restraining order against me today. I cannot go within twenty four metres of him or his house. I know he did it to stop me from having access to my property documents which he keeps in his house, but that’s fine. I’ll think of a way to get my documents back. I will never let them take over my company and that’s my vow…”Alex flipped to the next page. It seemed that his grandfather’s entries were becoming even more interesting.He noticed that there were blotches on the page and the ink looked like it had been washed with something. “Dear, Best friend.They killed my wife today. The Capo of the Spanish wife ordered that my wife should be killed and I couldn’t even do anything to help her because I’m kept captive here.They sent men to assault and murder Beatrice, and then had the audacity to replay the entire scene on television at dinner like it was the daily news. I’m writing this entry from the dungeon because I flipped out when I saw that video. The two
The receptionist burst into laughter. “Why do you keep embarrassing yourself, sir? There’s absolutely no way you have my boss’ personal number. Just leave.”Alex did not move an inch. He dialled Alejo’s number and the lawyer answered on the first ring.“Hello, sir?”The receptionist paused, her face morphing into a frown as she listened attentively.“Yes, I’m here, but your receptionist wouldn’t let me in.”“Tell Susana that you’re my guest.” Alejo replied.“I’ve already done that.” Alex said impatiently. “She wouldn’t let me through.”Alejo heaved a sigh.“Okay then. I’ll be there in three minutes.” Then the call went dead.But it only took those three minutes for everything to go south.“What are you still doing here?” The receptionist, whose name was Susana, snarled.“I just got off the phone with your boss. He asked me to wait for him.”She scoffed. “No, you didn’t just get off the phone with my boss. Don’t think you can come in here and try to fool me with a fake phone call. If
Alex was speechless. He stared at Camila, momentarily conflicted.“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked calmly. “You asked me to stay out of your personal life. You asked me not to pry… and that’s exactly what I’m doing. What’s the problem?”Camila heaved a sigh, leaned back against her seat and shut her eyes for the next few seconds. When she opened them, she looked spent… exhausted.“I miss you.” She whispered. “I miss you so much, David. I really wish I didn’t have to marry Hugo but I have no choice. What should I do? Help me.”More tears slithered down her smooth cheeks and Alex’s self control nearly snapped. He dropped his cleaning supplies and came closer, pausing just beside her table.“If you need my help, you’re gonna have to tell me what’s going on. Everything.”She blinked at him. “Won’t you hug me first? Won’t you comfort me?”Alex nearly leapt forward and wrapped her in his arms but he physically forced himself to stay put.“The fact that I’ve decided to help you doesn’t
Alex was standing at the balcony of his new apartment when his phone suddenly rang. He fished it out if his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. Tariq.He pressed the phone against his ear. “Tariq.”“Alex.” He sounded upset. “What is this I hear about speeding up the plan?”“Oh. I guess Alejo called you.”“Start explaining yourself, boy.”“Everything he told you is true. I asked him to invite the Guerreros to sign the documents tomorrow. What’s the use of waiting till next week when we could just get everything done this week?”Tariq sighed.“Don’t you think you’re going too fast? What if Maria or Mendez gets suspicious and decide to investigate?”“There will be no such investigations, Tariq. Calm down. In fact, Maria had been requesting that Alejo fix this meeting since two weeks ago. Calling them right now will not be suspicious at all.”Tariq calmed down a notch. “Okay, then.I hope so. What’s the plan?”Alex was alone in his house, but he lowered his voice cautiously like someone
After waiting for another fifteen and staring at the door longingly, Camila finally accepted the fact that Alex just wasn’t going to show up. He’d abandoned her. Her heart was breaking into pieces deep within her chest but she’d already vowed not to shed another tear for a man.She glanced at her Rolex, her eyes widening in shock when she saw how much time had gone.“Shit! It’s already two minutes to ten o’clock?”All her sorrows forgotten, she hurriedly slipped on the shoes she’d abandoned and made her way towards the conference room.Thankfully, when she finally made it, the Alvaro’s hadn’t arrived yet. Mrs. Maria’s lips curled in a frown when she saw her.“Oh, thank God you’re here. Where were you and what were you doing?”Camila lowered her head.“I’m sorry, aunt.”Mrs. Maria gave her narrow-eyed, suspicious look.“What the heck happened to your make-up? Were you crying?”Alarmed, Camila’s head snapped upwards.“Crying? No, of course not.”“Then why is your makeup looking all sm