For a moment, Alex was silent. His guts tightened with tension as he shifted to the edge of his seat.“What about him?” “Well, this news might be bad or just… normal, depending on how you take it.”“Just tell me,Tariq.”“Well, here goes. Your grandfather has another entire family in Spain. You’re not his only grandson.”Alex froze, not sure he’d heard right. “Excuse me? Did you say…?”“Yes, you heard right.” Tariq cut in. Alex blinked for a second, trying to assimilate the shocking news. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wrap his head around it.“But the members of the conglomerate all told me that I’m his only grandson. Even Abuela Zeya claims that it’s just me. How the heck is this possible?”“Well, the conglomerate and Zeya are not aware because Alexander wanted to keep his second family a secret. He did not want them involved in the drama of his real life at all. Because…” he drifted off and Alex nearly passed out from all the suspense. “Because? Tell me.” He growled.
Alex was stunned into silence. He gave Tariq a hard stare, trying to come to terms with what he meant.“Revenge…?”“Exactly.” Tariq concurred. “But in order to take revenge, I need to go into their territory.” Alex mused. They hated my grandfather. Surely they’ll hate me, too, if not more. It’ll be like walking straight into a lion’s den.”Tariq nodded.“Everything you said is true. Which is why you’ll go there under disguise.”Alex blinked in shock.“I’ll have to disguise myself? What aim will that achieve?”Tariq shifted closer.“Look, Alex, did you know that you have a vast inheritance in Spain?”Alex was taken aback.“What?”“You heard me.” Tariq confirmed. “Your father spent ten years in Spain before he was able to escape Armando’s clutches. Within that period, he established factories and other multi-billion dollar businesses. When he died, Maria and both her sons got a hold of his will.”“She had two sons for him.” Alex whispered.“Yes, she did. Gustavo and Mendez. Gustavo is
“Alex, are you sure this is safe? Are you sure we can trust this guy?” Abuela Zaya asked for the umpteenth time as she watched him pack up a small travel bag for his trip.“Yes, Abuela. We can trust him. Tariq was grandpa’s best friend.”“Then how come I do not know him?” She retorted, her face twisted with worry. “How come he’s telling you that my brother has an entire family in Spain and I had no knowledge of it? I need you to calm down and think about this rationally, Alex. Something just doesn’t add up.”Alex heaved a sigh, dropped the bag and walked to the bed. He sat beside her and draped one arm around her shoulders.“Nothing adds up, Abuela. Nothing. But you read the letter from grandpa, didn’t you? You even recognised his handwriting the moment you set your eyes on the paper. You also confirmed that Grandma died through very mysterious means. Grandpa’s investments in Spain are on the verge of being crippled by his greedy second wife and her children. Tariq even confirmed t
Alex’s secretary interrupted him the moment he arrived at the office.“Sir, there’s a man waiting for you in the conference room.”Alex’s eyes narrowed.“Oh? What man?”“A private investigator. He says he was sent by a Tariq Shamir. He’s been waiting for the past five minutes.”Tariq already sent the private investigator? Alex mused. That was quick. He handed his briefcase to Peter and said over his shoulder as he walked away in the opposite direction;“Peter, take that to the office for me, will you? I’ll be there soon. Reina, I need the auditor general and accountant in my office by the time I return. Please be snappy about it.”“Yes, sir.” They both chorused.Alex straightened his already pristine suit as he made his way to the conference room. He could not deny the tension and anxiety that ate away at his guts. This was it. Employing the investigator will confirm that he didn’t trust Blakely.But was it worth the risk? What if she was innocent and found out that he’d placed some
“Mrs Andrews. What are you doing here?”She ignored him and turned to Tony.“Hello, detective. We meet again.”Alex was shocked. He stared at Tony, expecting him to deny ever knowing her. That did not happen. Instead, Tony smiled tightly and gave her a slight nod.“Mrs. Andrews. It’s not a pleasure, as always.”She scoffed. “Oh, please. Let bygones be bygones. Surely you’ve forgotten about our little altercation, right?”Alex watched in amazement as she bat her long, false lashes at Tony.“Wait. Hold up. What the hell is going on here? Am I missing something?” Alex asked, totally confused. Mrs. Andrews opened her mouth to speak but Alex put up a hand, effectively shushing her.“I wasn’t referring to you, Mrs. Andrews. Let Tony speak.” He turned to Tony who looked slightly uncomfortable. “Well? Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”“I’d rather not.” Tony deadpanned.Alex let out a short, incredulous laugh.“Well, if you want to work for me, you’ll have to tell me the relationship y
Alex was stunned. His mind was reeling. His fingers were trembling. No matter how hard he told himself to think twice before believing Mrs. Andrews’ wild tales, his intuition told him that the woman was not lying. And his intuition was hardly ever wrong.“There’s more?”She smiled, a mixture of sadness and resignation. “Yes, sadly.” Alex scooted to the edge of his seat.“Really? Tell me?”“Turns out, that was not the first time Blakely and my husband were hooking up.”Alex’s eyes widened in shock.“Wait. So you’re saying…”“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Mrs. Andrews cut in. “That’s the reason I called her his sugar baby. Those two idiots started their little illicit affair the day after my son brought that crazy bitch to our house. And guess what? She approached him first… at the polo club. That was the first time they did it. The sneaky bitch fucked him so good in the men’s restroom, he was convinced that she was the one for him. Their affair continued and they met up at
Alex had never been more shocked in his entire life. He sat still, completely still, while Mrs. Andrews fiddled with her Birkin bag, her face twisted in a tight expression. “Are you serious right now?” He whispered, his brain whirling like he’d just gotten off a roller coaster ride.“I’m dead serious.” She said shortly. “I’m so serious that I have the DNA test to prove it.”Alex got to his feet once more and paced the length of the conference room. His heart burned with the feeling of betrayal. His chest felt too tight, like it might burst through the seams of his shirt any moment now.He wanted to doubt Mrs. Andrews. He wanted to preserve the tiny bit of faith he still had in Blakely, but betrayal had dug its claws too deep into his heart. There was no going back.“How did you get the DNA test?” He muttered darkly.“Knowing that little bitch’s sneaky behaviour, I wanted to confirm for myself that my husband was really the father of her baby. I asked my husband to keep paying her of
Alex was just about to rush back home and check on the state of things when his phone buzzed.He looked at the caller ID and his heart rate picked up when he saw Tariq’s name. “Alex, are you ready to leave right now?”Surprised, he asked; “For Spain? I thought we were supposed to leave tomorrow.”“Change of plans. The Guerrero family demanded that I come home with my connection immediately. I just got off the phone with Maria. We need to leave right now.”Alex paced the room, his mind reeling with shock.“Shit. Shit. Shit. And here I was thinking I’d have time to go back home and check on things there.”“Blakely is at your mansion, yes? I’m sure your house is in good hands.”Alex said nothing… because he didn’t share in that sentiment. He didn’t know anymore. “Thankfully, I brought my bags here. Where should I meet you?”“I just arrived at your company. Come downstairs immediately.”“Wait, What?!” He exclaimed. “You’re already here? You know what, I’ll be down in three minutes.”He