Luis never made it to the delivery corridor. He had barely stepped away from Andrew's room when a voice stopped him. "Luis." His entire body stiffened. He turned slowly. Two men stood at the end of the corridor. Neither wore a uniform. Neither looked like ordinary security. One of them held a folder beneath his arm while the other stared at Luis with an expression that immediately made his stomach tighten. "Yes, sir?" The older man walked toward him. "You were inside too long." Luis forced himself to remain calm. "I was cleaning." "Cleaning?" "Yes." The man glanced at the tray in Luis's hands. "You've been cleaning a lot lately." Luis swallowed. "I was told to keep the room clean." "Who told you?" Luis opened his mouth. Nothing came out. The older man's eyes narrowed. That hesitation was enough. "Come with us." Luis's fingers tightened around the tray. "Sir, I still have—" "Leave it." The other man took the tray from him. Luis watched helplessly as it wa

The next morning began like every other morning in the Kahuna household. Except Steven Kahuna was already awake. He lay on his side, facing Jennifer. His eyes were open. He had been awake for nearly twenty minutes. Not because he couldn't sleep. Because Jennifer had shifted in her sleep. That was enough to wake him. He watched her quietly. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, her face peaceful as she slept. One hand rested beneath her cheek while the other lay protectively over her stomach. Steven smiled. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Jennifer stirred. Her eyes fluttered open. She immediately found him staring at her. "Why are you looking at me?" "You're beautiful." She groaned sleepily. "It's too early for this." "It's seven thirty." "Exactly." Steven chuckled. "How did you sleep?" "Fine." "Any pain?" "No." "Any contractions?" "No." "Are you sure?" Jennifer opened one eye. "Steven." "Yes?" "Go back to sl

The first contraction came at three seventeen in the morning. By three twenty-five, Steven Kahuna was already driving through the nearly empty streets with both hands gripping the steering wheel. Jennifer sat beside him, one hand wrapped around her stomach and the other gripping the handle above the door. Another contraction came. She sucked in a sharp breath. Steven immediately looked at her. "Are you alright?" Jennifer managed a strained smile. "I'll be fine." "You don't sound fine." "I'm having a baby, Steven. I'm not exactly going to sound like I'm ordering coffee." Despite his fear, a nervous laugh escaped him. "Right." He glanced at her again. "Are you sure we shouldn't call the doctor?" "Steven." "Yes?" "Drive." "Right." He stepped on the accelerator. By the time they reached the hospital, the maternity team was already waiting. Steven barely allowed the nurses to take Jennifer from him. "I'm coming with her." One of the nurses sm

The moment Juliana's car disappeared beyond the gates, Thiago Andreas remained standing by the tall windows of his study, watching until the last glimpse of the vehicle vanished from sight. His expression had been calm when she left. Almost indifferent. But the instant she was gone, the calmness disappeared. He had seen enough. He had watched Harrera Marcelo become a familiar presence around his daughter. First, the unexpected encounters. Then the exchanged numbers. The messages. The walks. And now, Harrera was openly meeting Juliana and comforting her while Andrew Tate remained missing. Thiago's jaw tightened. There were some things he could tolerate for the sake of his daughter. This was not one of them. He turned away from the window and pressed the intercom. "Call Raphael and Emiliano. I want both of them in my study." The response came immediately. "Yes, sir." Thiago walked to his desk and sat down, but he didn't touch the files in front of him. His mind w

"He's suspicious." Emiliano gave a humorless laugh. "Father is always suspicious." "Not like this." Raphael lowered his voice. "He saw Juliana with Harrera. He won't ignore it." Emiliano finally looked at him. "Maybe he shouldn't." Raphael frowned. "You know what Harrera is doing?" "No." "Then don't defend him." "I didn't." Emiliano folded his arms. "You defended him downstairs." "I defended Juliana." That silenced him. Raphael sighed. "Whatever happens between Harrera and Juliana, we cannot forget that Andrew is still missing." Emiliano's expression darkened. "I haven't forgotten." "Good." "Because if Harrera has anything to do with it..." Emiliano didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Raphael knew exactly what his brother meant. Neither of them noticed Juliana standing at the far end of the corridor. She had heard enough. Not everything. But enough to know that her father had discovered how close she and Harrera were becoming.