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
“You said I’ll have to disguise myself.” Alex reminded him. “What’s the plan concerning that? How will I get into Guerrero territory?”Tariq glanced at him before refocusing his attention on the road.“I’ll give you all the needed costumes and we’ll also go through the plans when we’re aboard the plane. We’ll be there soon.”Alex nodded.“Okay, then.”Just as Tariq had said, less than ten minutes later, they arrived at the hangar where a small, private plane was already waiting for them.“We’re going via a private jet?” Alex asked in surprise as they alighted the car.“Yes. We were supposed to fly out of New York tomorrow with a commercial flight but I had to cancel those plans and book a jet instead because of Maria’s call.”“That must’ve been a hassle.” Alex observed. “We could’ve used my jet to save you the stress of having to book one.”Tariq’s lips curved in a knowing smile. “I think you must’ve misunderstood me. The jet is mine, Alex. By booking, I was referring to the time it
Alex opened his mouth to snap back at the disrespectful guard hit one look from Tariq and he comported himself. He fisted his fingers and tried to remember that he was no longer Alexander Alexander Stephan. For the next few months, his name was…“This is David Wyatt.” Tariq said, hurrying to his side. “He’s the new housekeeper and cleaner that Miss Maria hired. I just flew him in from New York City.”Alex forced his lips into a smile and nodded.“Yes, that’s me. David Wyatt. Wonderful to meet you.”The guard gave him a scathing look and sneered;“You have no business talking to me like we’re on the same level. You’re a cleaner. Shut your mouth until you’re asked to speak.”Alex was on the very verge of taking just one step forward and giving that guard a piece of his mind but Tariq tugged on the back of his shirt in warning and he forced himself to remain silent. He could not remember the last time someone spoke to him in that manner. “I sincerely apologise.”“Good.” The guard snap
“Alex, is something wrong?” Tariq asked when he noticed his stiff shoulders.Alex snapped out of his trance and faced him, debating silently on whether to tell him about the gun or not. Unfortunately, before he could come to a decision, their doors flew open and two, fierce looking guards poked their heads inside the car.“What the hell are you two still doing in here?” The guard on Alex’s side snapped, his loud baritone echoing through the interior of the car. When the men saw Tariq, they stepped back and bowed respectfully — then went right back to being fierce and intimidating.“Welcome, sir.” The head guard greeted him. “Who’s your companion?”“Thank you. His name is David Wyatt. The housekeeper cum cleaner from New York whom Miss Maria requested for. Alex’s heart pounded wildly as one of the guards walked up to him and proceeded to assess him from head to toe. “I don’t know… he looks strangely familiar.”“Fuck.” Alex muttered under his breath. Did they know his grandmother? H
Alex felt his throat tighten with heated pressure as the head guard gradually caught on to the dog’s strange movements. The guard named Pedro walked forward, his brows drawn together in suspicion. He stopped before the head guard and gave the suitcase a closer look.“Are you sure Killer isn’t trying to tell us something?”The head guard shook his head.“I don’t think so. We searched all the bags already, didn’t we? Did you find anything suspicious?”“I didn’t, but we both know Killer doesn’t just go off like this for no reason. I’m telling you that something’s up. We need to check that bag once again.”Alex’s heart pounded a wild rhythm as he waited for the head guard’s next course of action. The organ nearly beat out of his chest when he lifted the empty bag and shook it… hard. Ten seconds later, he turned to Pedro;“See? There’s nothing in here. I think Killer is just hungry or something.”Pedro scratched his head, his face twisted in confusion.“But he’s never acted like this bef
Alex waited at the bottom of the stairs for a long time. His feet hurt from the long journey and he was gradually getting tired. He looked around, trying to survey the environment when he saw a pretty, white settee in the corner just behind the stairs. He debated over it for a second. A full second. No longer able to bear the pain of standing, he trudged over to the settee and sank into it.The moment he took pressure off his aching legs, Alex breathed a long sigh of relief. He was just about to look around some more when a sharp female voice came from above the stairs.“Who are you and what do you think you’re doing?”Startled, Alex shot up from the settee immediately. He looked up, already opening his mouth to reply but froze in wonder… because coming down the stairs was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.Her long, midnight black hair cascaded over her shoulder in waves. Her face was a perfect oval that housed the brightest, most stubborn pair of grey eyes he’d ever seen… and
For a moment, the room is deathly still. No one speaks. No one even dares to breathe. My mother looks like she’d rather be swimming in a pool filled with dangerous crocodiles than be present in this room right now. I do not fucking care. I’d rather swallow my own vomit than let Mrs. Maria treat me like she treats my mother — like an unworthy piece of trash. Mrs. Maria lifts her nose in the air, her lips pinched with disgust.“Your daughter is very disrespectful, Milcent.” She targets my mother as usual instead of just addressing me. “First of all, she should understand that she’s not supposed to speak to elders in that manner. Second, it would be better if she just gave up her invitation. After all, what exactly will she be doing at the fashion week?”Okay. I’ve finally had enough. I get to my feet, my fingers tightening into fists at my sides.“First of all, if you have a problem with me, Mrs. Maria, I believe you should address me and leave my mother out of it. Second, what are y