LOGINJenny agreed to marry Fabiola in a 3-year contract marriage in a move to stop her mother from being jailed. The situation got messier when Jenny discovered she was pregnant after a one-night stand with a total stranger. How will this unfortunate incident affect her marriage with Fabiola? Will she opt for a divorce or put the pregnancy on Fabiola? Find out in this intriguing story.
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The Theft. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky as the chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. "Where are you at, Fabiola? You're going to be late for work. I'm ready; let's go together.” Alvin, Fabiola's father, stood in front of his room and called out, but there was no response. “Knock! Knock!” He slammed the door, but still no response as his voice echoed back to him. He bent his head and peeped through a tiny hole in the door and discovered Fabiola's bedspread was neat and untouched, which indicated that he hadn't even spent the night in his room. "Where could he possibly be at this hour? He needs to run an errand for me as the managing director of the company. I can't trust a total stranger with matters like this.” Alvin pondered and motioned to the living room for a glass of water, only to find something that nearly pulled his eyes out. For a second, he paused and remained speechless. His words failed him. He didn't know the appropriate words to describe how he was feeling at the moment. He dropped his briefcase on the ground and sat on the couch, thinking out loud. “Have I made the biggest mistake of my life? What offense did I commit in entrusting my company into his hand? Perhaps, it was my fault. I was too soft with him. This nonsense has to stop before it gets out of control.” Alvin cried as he slowly limped to his bar and grabbed a bottle of tequila. He opened it and sprinkled it on Fabiola and a mystery lady sleeping next to him on the ground. She only wore a bra and panties, while Fabiola was shirtless. Without being told, Alvin could tell these two had sex last night on the couch and slept it off. "Dad, what sort of embarrassment is this? This is so unfair.” Polluting the air with his stinking breath, Fabiola yelled at his father. "Unfair, you say? Do you know what's unfair? It's you bringing a harlot into my house to have sex with. What the fuck is wrong with you? Damn! Today's Monday. And here you are sleeping next to some strange girl with empty bottles of liquor scattered on the ground. Can't you just emulate your kid brother for once? He's more of a complete man than you can ever become." He lost his cool with Fabiola and asked the strange lady to leave his house, but Fabiola refused. He stood up, challenging his dad and defending the mystery girl. “She isn't going anywhere. You've got no right to speak to her in such a manner. I am the only one who decides if she stays or leaves.” "I knew it would result in this. How I wish your mom were alive to see the beast you've grown to become. So pathetic. I should have known I was making the biggest mistake when I built my empire around you and neglected your kid brother. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would have preferred not to have you as my son. You are such a disgrace to this. …" "Oh, please. Spare me the sermon. Take my mom out of your fucking mouth. She's dead and gone and never going to come back. I want to make it clear to you. I'm different from my kid brother. We both have different lives, don't we?” Fabiola fired back and stood in front of his mystery girl, forming a shield. He knows how hot-tempered his father is and what he's capable of doing. Alvin doesn't mind smashing a bottle on her head in anger. Leaning forward, he narrowed his gaze at Fabiola and muttered succinctly. "I got my eyes on you. You won't find this funny next time. Be warned,” he threatened Fabiola and left for the office. After his departure, Fabiola was still calm and didn't find it necessary to go dress up for the office. He attempted another cuddle when she landed a slap on his face. "Ouch! Why did you do that? I just want to cuddle,” Fabiola screamed and caressed his cheek. "You're so unbelievable. After what happened, you still want to cuddle? I thought you were the managing director of your father's company. Yet, you act so unbothered as though it's nobody's business.” She scolded him, but none of her words got to him. He just wants to cuddle and nothing more. "Ignore my dad. He's just an old man. We will fix it.” He insisted and attempted to get closer when she pushed him to the ground. "Get the fuck out of my sight, you fool. You should be ashamed of yourself.” She flared and wore back her dress before leaving the house. ************ After a 15-minute drive, Alvin finally arrived at his multi-billion-dollar company amidst the outburst with his son Fabiola. The Royal Gold Mine is a modern and sleek gigantic edifice made with glass and sophisticated steel. A quite spacious environment located in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia. "Welcome, boss. I hope your night was productive.” Josh, Alvin's office assistant, approached him and offered to retrieve the briefcase in his possession, but he refused and motioned to his office with a sad face. His attitude didn't stun Josh. He already knew the type of person he was dealing with. Minutes later, he summoned Josh to his office. Pointing to a brown envelope and a briefcase on the desk. “Inside that envelope is a check for $1 million. Go to the bank and cash it out. You can use this briefcase to bring the money. Don't waste any time. Fabiola isn't available at the moment; that's why I chose you for this assignment. I want no stories. Now leave immediately. My chauffeur would take you there.” "Okay, Sir. I promise to be back soon.” Josh grabbed the envelope and briefcase and vacated the office with immediate effect. And in a short while, the chauffeur drove him to Ozone Bank, which was a few miles away from Royal Gold Mine. Josh held the briefcase in his right hand and motioned majestically to the manager's office to cash the check. Despite just joining the bank a few months ago, Alvin has already been considered the bank's favorite customer due to the large amount he usually deposits. Approaching the manager's door entrance, a janitor working in the bank brushed Josh's shoulder and tossed the briefcase to the ground. Josh didn't see that coming as he sparked outrageously at her. "Are you blind? Didn't you see me coming? Where's the manager? He should have you sacked for your incompetence. "Pardon my manners. I wasn't looking.” She pleaded and opted to raise the briefcase when Josh declined. “Hey, don't touch that. Just go before I call the manager on you.” "Thank you, sir.” She walked away while still apologizing. Josh picked up the briefcase and walked to the manager's office angrily. "Hey, Mr. Josh. Welcome to Ozone Bank. Alvin already notified me of your arrival. Please be seated.” Mr. Connard May welcomed Josh and noticed the sad look on his face. "What's wrong? You don't seem happy. Did anyone offend you?” He asked with keen interest. "It was…Never mind! It's already sorted out. I just came to cash this check.” Josh dipped his hands into his pocket but couldn't find the envelope anymore as fear sent some shivers down his spine. "What are you searching for?” Mr. Connard asked. "The envelope containing the $1 million check. It's not there anymore. How on earth did I misplace it? Gosh! Alvin will kill me!” Josh cried and went completely nuts. He searched every part of his body but still couldn't find the check. as the chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. "Where are you at, Fabiola? You're going to be late for work. I'm ready; let's go together.” Alvin, Fabiola's father, stood in front of his room and called out, but there was no response. “Knock! Knock!” He slammed the door, but still no response as his voice echoed back to him. He bent his head and peeped through a tiny hole in the door and discovered Fabiola's bedspread was neat and untouched, which indicated that he hadn't even spent the night in his room. "Where could he possibly be at this hour? He needs to run an errand for me as the managing director of the company. I can't trust a total stranger with matters like this.” Alvin pondered and motioned to the living room for a glass of water, only to find something that nearly pulled his eyes out. For a second, he paused and remained speechless. His words failed him. He didn't know the appropriate words to describe how he was feeling at the moment. He dropped his briefcase on the ground and sat on the couch, thinking out loud. “Have I made the biggest mistake of my life? What offense did I commit in entrusting my company into his hand? Perhaps, it was my fault. I was too soft with him. This nonsense has to stop before it gets out of control.” Alvin cried as he slowly limped to his bar and grabbed a bottle of tequila. He opened it and sprinkled it on Fabiola and a mystery lady sleeping next to him on the ground. She only wore a bra and panties, while Fabiola was shirtless. Without being told, Alvin could tell these two had sex last night on the couch and slept it off. "Dad, what sort of embarrassment is this? This is so unfair.” Polluting the air with his stinking breath, Fabiola yelled at his father. "Unfair, you say? Do you know what's unfair? It's you bringing a harlot into my house to have sex with. What the fuck is wrong with you? Damn! Today's Monday. And here you are sleeping next to some strange girl with empty bottles of liquor scattered on the ground. Can't you just emulate your kid brother for once? He's more of a complete man than you can ever become." He lost his cool with Fabiola and asked the strange lady to leave his house, but Fabiola refused. He stood up, challenging his dad and defending the mystery girl. “She isn't going anywhere. You've got no right to speak to her in such a manner. I am the only one who decides if she stays or leaves.” "I knew it would result in this. How I wish your mom were alive to see the beast you've grown to become. So pathetic. I should have known I was making the biggest mistake when I built my empire around you and neglected your kid brother. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would have preferred not to have you as my son. You are such a disgrace to this. …" "Oh, please. Spare me the sermon. Take my mom out of your fucking mouth. She's dead and gone and never going to come back. I want to make it clear to you. I'm different from my kid brother. We both have different lives, don't we?” Fabiola fired back and stood in front of his mystery girl, forming a shield. He knows how hot-tempered his father is and what he's capable of doing. Alvin doesn't mind smashing a bottle on her head in anger. Leaning forward, he narrowed his gaze at Fabiola and muttered succinctly. "I got my eyes on you. You won't find this funny next time. Be warned,” he threatened Fabiola and left for the office. After his departure, Fabiola was still calm and didn't find it necessary to go dress up for the office. He attempted another cuddle when she landed a slap on his face. "Ouch! Why did you do that? I just want to cuddle,” Fabiola screamed and caressed his cheek. "You're so unbelievable. After what happened, you still want to cuddle? I thought you were the managing director of your father's company. Yet, you act so unbothered as though it's nobody's business.” She scolded him, but none of her words got to him. He just wants to cuddle and nothing more. "Ignore my dad. He's just an old man. We will fix it.” He insisted and attempted to get closer when she pushed him to the ground. "Get the fuck out of my sight, you fool. You should be ashamed of yourself.” She flared and wore back her dress before leaving the house. ************ After a 15-minute drive, Alvin finally arrived at his multi-billion-dollar company amidst the outburst with his son Fabiola. The Royal Gold Mine is a modern and sleek gigantic edifice made with glass and sophisticated steel. A quite spacious environment located in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia. "Welcome, boss. I hope your night was productive.” Josh, Alvin's office assistant, approached him and offered to retrieve the briefcase in his possession, but he refused and motioned to his office with a sad face. His attitude didn't stun Josh. He already knew the type of person he was dealing with. Minutes later, he summoned Josh to his office. Pointing to a brown envelope and a briefcase on the desk. “Inside that envelope is a check for $1 million. Go to the bank and cash it out. You can use this briefcase to bring the money. Don't waste any time. Fabiola isn't available at the moment; that's why I chose you for this assignment. I want no stories. Now leave immediately. My chauffeur would take you there.” "Okay, Sir. I promise to be back soon.” Josh grabbed the envelope and briefcase and vacated the office with immediate effect. And in a short while, the chauffeur drove him to Ozone Bank, which was a few miles away from Royal Gold Mine. Josh held the briefcase in his right hand and motioned majestically to the manager's office to cash the check. Despite just joining the bank a few months ago, Alvin has already been considered the bank's favorite customer due to the large amount he usually deposits. Approaching the manager's door entrance, a janitor working in the bank brushed Josh's shoulder and tossed the briefcase to the ground. Josh didn't see that coming as he sparked outrageously at her. "Are you blind? Didn't you see me coming? Where's the manager? He should have you sacked for your incompetence. "Pardon my manners. I wasn't looking.” She pleaded and opted to raise the briefcase when Josh declined. “Hey, don't touch that. Just go before I call the manager on you.” "Thank you, sir.” She walked away while still apologizing. Josh picked up the briefcase and walked to the manager's office angrily. "Hey, Mr. Josh. Welcome to Ozone Bank. Alvin already notified me of your arrival. Please be seated.” Mr. Connard May welcomed Josh and noticed the sad look on his face. "What's wrong? You don't seem happy. Did anyone offend you?” He asked with keen interest. "It was…Never mind! It's already sorted out. I just came to cash this check.” Josh dipped his hands into his pocket but couldn't find the envelope anymore as fear sent some shivers down his spine. "What are you searching for?” Mr. Connard asked. "The envelope containing the $1 million check. It's not there anymore. How on earth did I misplace it? Gosh! Alvin will kill me!” Josh cried and went completely nuts. He searched every part of his body but still couldn't find the check.Harry told me about my grandfather over a cup of tea at the kitchen table.He sat across from me and he said it plainly, the way he said all the hard things, without softening the edges or building toward it. Robert Knowles. 1987. Floyd County. A parcel of land that had belonged to my father's father, acquired by Alvin Alejandro in the same year my father was eleven years old.I held the cup and did not say anything for a long time."Jenny.""I heard you.""I know this is...""Don't." I set the cup down. "Don't tell me what this is. Give me a minute."I thought about my father at eleven years old.I thought about a family that had already lost something they did not understand losing. A parcel of land in Floyd County, whatever it meant to them, whatever they had planned to do with it, gone the same year Alvin Alejandro had been building the foundation of his empire. My grandfather, Robert Knowles, whose name I had heard twice in my life and whose face I knew only from a photograph tha
Josh sent the first file at two forty-seven in the morning.Fabiola was at the kitchen table in the Decatur house with a coffee he had stopped tasting an hour ago and a laptop that had been running since midnight. The file arrived in a compressed folder, eighteen months of northern expansion correspondence, and when he opened it the first document on the list was an internal memo dated four years ago from his father's office to the head of environmental compliance.The memo read: Approval required by end of quarter regardless of outstanding review status. Use discretionary fund protocol Delta.He sat with that sentence for a long time.Discretionary fund protocol Delta.He typed it into the search bar.Forty-three documents came back.He called Josh at three fifteen."Protocol Delta," he said."I know." Josh's voice was flat and awake, the voice of a man who had already seen where this road went. "I found it in the financial archive an hour ago. It runs through the charitable foundati
The blog post went up at eleven forty-seven on a Tuesday morning.I know because Tasha sent me a screenshot at eleven forty-nine with no message attached, just the image, which was her way of telling me something needed to be seen without having to say that she had been watching for it.The blog was called Atlanta After Dark. The writer was a woman named Celestine Park who had been covering Atlanta society for nine years and had a gift for the suggestive sentence, the kind that implied more than it stated and left the reader to construct the accusation themselves.The headline read: Trouble in Paradise? Whispers Around the Alejandro Heir's Marriage.The piece was three hundred words.It did not name Harry. It did not name me specifically beyond the new Mrs. Alejandro, formerly a company secretary. It said that sources close to the family had noted unusual tension at a recent private gathering. It said that Royal Gold Mine's stock had opened that morning at a slight dip, which it attri
The detective's name was Claire Tan and she had the kind of stillness that came from listening to people in bad situations for a very long time.She sat across from my mother at a folding table in a conference room at the Zone 3 precinct, a yellow legal pad open in front of her, a pen she had not yet picked up. She looked at my mother the way people looked at my mother when they were trying to figure out how seriously to take her.My mother looked back at her without blinking."Start from the beginning," Detective Tan said.My mother put her hands flat on the table."A man was waiting outside my home this morning at approximately six twenty-five AM. He was standing near the laundry across the street. When my neighbor Dorothy Haines came out of her building, he grabbed her arm. Dorothy screamed. He ran.""He grabbed your neighbor. Not you.""He was waiting for me. Dorothy was wearing a coat similar to mine. In the morning light the mistake was easy to make."Detective Tan picked up he
Fabiola's thing he needed to tell me turned out to be a business trip.Three days in Savannah for the Ashworth secondary site review. He told me across the kitchen island on Thursday night, standing at the counter in his shirt with his sleeves still rolled from the office, watching my face while he
The words sat between us on the small table.It is about Fabiola."Tell me," I said.Harry looked at his mug. At the table. At the window where he had stood two minutes ago pressing his hand against the brick like the floor had moved. Then at me."When Fabiola was nineteen," he said, "he got sick."
Veronica was not at the garden gate.I had excused myself after coffee on the pretense of needing air. The kind of excuse that works in a house full of people performing contentment who do not want the performance interrupted. Through the sitting room, down the short corridor, out the glass door to
The soup was butternut squash.I know because I stared at it for a long time without eating it, watching the cream swirl at the center settle into the surface. Listening to the first ten minutes happen around me the way a person listens to rain from inside a car. Alvin was talking. He was always ta












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