Jay's POV
The heavy oak front doors of the penthouse villa swung open, and the brief illusion of corporate victory instantly dissolved into a brand-new kind of warfare.
The moment my heels clicked against the polished foyer floor, the loud, chaotic hum of the household ground to a terrifying, sudden halt. It was as if someone had sucked all the oxygen straight out of the room. Dozens of eyes snapped toward the entrance.
But they weren't looking at me. And they weren't looking at Keifer.
Every single gaze was completely locked onto the towering, imposing figure walking casually right behind us. Rafael Reyes stepped into the foyer, his hands slid smoothly into his tailored suit pockets, his dark eyes sweeping over the crowd with a calm, unbothered smirk.
The entire living room froze.
"What the hell?!"
The explosive shout came from four different voices at the exact same time. Ate Ion, Leo, Sir Alvin, and Mam Cindy stood up so fast their chairs nearly flipped backward over the carpet.
Ate's face went entirely pale, his eyes wide as if he were staring at a literal ghost. Tiger's jaw dropped, while Alvin and Cindy looked completely thunderstruck, their hands freezing mid-air.
Before the heavy shock could turn into an actual shouting match, two figures pushed past the frozen crowd.
"Oh, Rafael! You are finally here!"
Tita Gemma's voice practically sang with joy. Beside her, Lola's face lit up with a brilliant, warm smile. The two matriarchs hurried forward, completely ignoring the suffocating tension in the room.
Rafael's cold, brutal corporate aura instantly melted away. He stepped forward, leaning down gracefully as Tita Gemma and Lola threw their arms around him, engulfing him in a fierce, genuinely loving hug.
"Look at you, you handsome boy," Lola murmured, gently patting his cheek as they pulled back. "We've been waiting for you."
"It's good to see you, Lola, Tita," Rafael said, his voice dropping into a rare, genuinely soft tone that he only reserved for family.
While they hovered over him, Leo finally broke out of his trance. He walked over, shaking his head in sheer disbelief, and held out his hand.
Rafael caught it, pulling him into a heavy, synchronized brotherly handshake—the kind shared only by old friends who had survived the trenches together.
I stood back, leaning my shoulder against the wall as I watched the scene unfold. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I couldn't help but admire the absolute chaos of this house.
One hour we were establishing a multi-trillion-dollar global monopoly, and the next, we were standing in a living room that felt like a ticking time bomb.
"Explain."
The single, ice-cold word shattered my brief amusement.
I exhaled a long, heavy breath, my shoulders dropping as I turned to face the music. Angelo was standing at the edge of the living room. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes burning with an intense, demanding glare that could melt steel. He didn't look at Rafael. He didn't look at Keifer. His focus was entirely pinned on me.
I sighed, running a hand over my face. "Fine. Everyone sit down."
We moved into the sprawling main living area. I slid onto the large, plush velvet couch, letting out a tired breath. Instantly, the cushions shifted as Keifer sat down right beside me, his solid, imposing presence wrapping around me like a shield. On my exact left, Kuya Rafael took his seat, completely relaxed, crossing one long leg over the other as if he didn't have a care in the world.
The rest of the family surrounded us like a jury. The silence was thick, heavy, and suffocating.
I took a deep breath and looked across the room. "Well, everyone... as you already saw in the boardroom, this is Rafael Reyes. Officially, he is the CEO and Chairman of the Reyes Group. Privately, you all know him as Angelo's former high school classmate." I paused, my eyes briefly darting toward the corner of the room before I cleared my throat and added, "And... he is also Ion's ex."
The moment those words left my mouth, the entire room seemed to gasp. Every single head snapped completely toward me, their eyes wide with sheer terror.
From the back row, Felix shifted uncomfortably, leaning over to clump his hands together. "Oh, it's going to be bad," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
"Jay is dead meat," Rakki muttered back, shaking his head in mock pity. "Absolute dead meat."
Mia leaned forward, her eyes darting between Angelo's darkening face and Rafael's unbothered expression. "What does this look like? It literally feels like some high-profile criminal investigation," she whispered frantically to Cin
"I will prepare Jay's funeral playlist," Blaster added solemnly, already pulling out his phone with a straight face.
Angelo's eyes snapped toward them, delivering a glare so lethal that all four of them instantly shut their mouths and stared straight at the ceiling. Then, Angelo's terrifying gaze swung right back to me, his jaw clenched tightly.
"Keep speaking, Jay," Angelo said, his voice dangerously low.
I swallowed hard, keeping my composure, and gestured toward the man sitting on my left. "He is also my Godbrother."
"WHAT?!"
The collective shout was so loud it practically shook the glass windows of the penthouse. Jaw after jaw dropped in total, unadulterated shock. Even Sir Alvin, who usually kept his cool, looked like his brain had completely short-circuited.
"Your godbrother?!" Yuri yelled, stepping forward. "Since when do you have a secret godbrother from an international cartel?!"
"Well, I met him when I was fifteen years old," I explained, my voice turning quiet as the memory surfaced. "It was during the mission. I was caught in an ambush and heavily attacked. I was completely outnumbered, and honestly, I didn't think I was going to make it out alive. But Kuya Rafael happened to be their. He pulled me out of the fire and saved my life."
The room went quiet, the humor completely draining from the air as they listened.
"I was severely injured," I continued, looking down at my hands. "I was on absolute bed rest for a full week in a hidden safehouse. During that entire time, he didn't leave. He took care of me like a real sister. He made sure I ate, protected the perimeter, and kept me alive. After that, I refused to let him go. I considered him my older brother, and after a lot of arguing, he reluctantly agreed to accept me as his little sister."
Beside me, Rafael let out a soft, deep chuckle. He reached over and roughly ruffled my sleek hair, completely ruining the perfect bun I had brushed so carefully for the boardroom.
"It was the best decision of my life, princess," Rafael said, his voice full of a protective warmth that completely contradicted his terrifying public reputation.
I just smiled up at him, not even caring that my hair was a mess.
Angelo cleared his throat loudly, the sound sharp and unyielding. The brief warmth in the room vanished as he stepped closer, his dark eyes fixing entirely on Rafael. The tension between the two former classmates was a living, breathing thing.
"Fine," Angelo said, his voice rigid. "That explains how you know my sister. But it doesn't explain the last years, Reyes. Why are you here? Why now, after all these many years of absolute silence?"
The room held its collective breath.
Rafael shifted slightly on the couch. The relaxed, teasing brotherly warmth completely drained from his face, replaced by a deep, heavy seriousness.
He turned his head slowly, his dark gaze cutting straight through the crowded room until it landed directly on Ion, who was standing frozen near the back, his hands trembling slightly against his sides.
"To fix things," Rafael said simply.
The words were quiet, but they hit the room like a physical blow. The absolute tension in the living room spiked past the breaking point.
Nobody moved. Nobody dared to breathe. The unspoken history, the hidden pain, and the unresolved ghosts of the past were suddenly laid bare in the middle of the room.
My heart began to hammer against my ribs. Sensing the incoming storm, my hand instinctively sought comfort. I reached out and grabbed Keifer's hand, squeezing his long fingers tightly. Instantly, his grip tightened around mine, solid, warm, and completely unshakeable, reminding me that I wasn't alone.
Rafael noticed my sudden tension. He looked down at me, his expression softening completely. He reached out and gently patted my shoulder.
"Princess," Rafael murmured softly, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "You go upstairs. You've had a long day."
I blinked, looking at him, then at Angelo, whose eyes were still burning. Rafael then shifted his gaze over to Keifer, giving my husband a subtle, silent nod of understanding.
Keifer nodded back once—a silent agreement between men who knew exactly when to protect and when to fight.
Keifer stood up, gently pulling me up with him.
"Come on, wifey," he whispered.
I didn't argue. My body was completely exhausted, and the emotional weight of the boardroom combined with this sudden family drama was pulling me down.
As Keifer led me toward the grand staircase, the rest of the family seemed to take the hint. Tita Gemma, Lola, and group quietly began to disperse, moving toward the kitchen or the lower veranda, leaving the main living room to the people who actually needed to handle the past.
The moment the bedroom door shut behind us, I let out a massive, shuddering breath. It felt like I was finally exhaling a breath I didn't even know I had been holding for the last four hours.
I walked over to the edge of the massive king-sized bed, my shoulders slumping completely as the corporate armor finally fell away. I felt entirely drained.
A pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped smoothly around my waist from behind. Keifer closed the distance, pulling my back flush against his broad, solid chest.
He rested his chin gently on my shoulder, his warm breath fanning against my neck as his large hands held me securely against him.
"You're shaking a little," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating right through my spine, instantly soothing the raw edge of my nerves.
"I'm just tired," I whispered, leaning my head back against his shoulder, letting him take my full weight. "And... I'm confused. Keifer, what exactly happened between them? Rafael, Angelo, and Ion... you know the full story, right? You always know everything."
Keifer stayed quiet for a brief second, his hands gently rubbing soothing circles over the fabric of my suit jacket around my waist.
"I don't know every single detail, Jay," he said softly, his voice serious. "But I know the pieces that matter. Years ago, when Angelo was studying in section e, he and Rafael were best friends. He and Ion were together. It wasn't just a casual thing—they were entirely committed to each other. But the politics of the families and the pressure of the upcoming tension tore them apart. Ion suddenly left Angelo. It broke something in Angelo that never really healed."
I listened intently, my heart aching slightly for my older brother. "And Rafael?"
"Later, after Ion vanished from Angelo's side, rumors started spreading through the underground networks," Keifer explained, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. "The word was that Ion and Rafael Reyes were dating. Nobody knew if it was a family alliance, a cover, or something real. But Angelo found out. That's why the hatred between him and Rafael runs so incredibly deep. It wasn't just friendly rivalry—it was personal betrayal."
"Oh... so this is what happened," I murmured, staring blankly at the wall as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place.
No wonder the boardroom had frozen. No wonder Angelo looked like he wanted to murder him.
Keifer gently turned me around in his arms, forcing me to face him. He looked down at me, his dark eyes full of an intense, protective warmth that completely chased away the shadows of the past.
He reached up, his thumb gently tracing the line of my jaw, wiping away a stray strand of hair.
"Stop thinking, wifey," he scolded softly, a dangerous, beautiful smirk suddenly playing on his lips. "The past belongs to them. They have to fight their own wars. Right now, your only focus should be on me."
I rolled my eyes, a small laugh escaping my lips despite the exhaustion. "And what exactly do you want me to focus on, Mr. Watson?"
Keifer leaned down, his face inches from mine, his dark eyes flashing with pure mischief. "Don't you think it's about time we should start making caretaker? The family is waiting, Mrs. Watson."
My face instantly flared into a bright, furious blush. I smacked his chest lightly with my hand.
"Gago," I muttered, using the profanity to hide how flustered I actually was.
Keifer just chuckled, a low, wicked sound. Before I could look away, he leaned down and captured my lips with his. The kiss wasn't like the frantic, desperate ones from the battlefield, nor was it the heavy, burning passion of our wedding night.
It was slow, soft, and incredibly deep—a sweet, reassuring promise that no matter how much chaos surrounded us downstairs, this room, this space, belonged entirely to us.
He pulled back just an inch, his lips brushing against mine as he smiled. " profanity, wifey."
I was about to retort, a witty remark already forming on the tip of my tongue, when suddenly—
BAM!
A massive, violent crashing sound echoed from directly downstairs, followed by the unmistakable, terrifying roar of Angelo's voice shouting in pure, unbridled fury.
The peaceful bubble shattered instantly. Keifer and I froze, our eyes snapping toward the bedroom door as the loud, chaotic voices of the family began to rise in a deafening wave from the living room below.
The past hadn't just arrived—it had officially exploded.
The sudden crash from downstairs rattled the glass panels of our bedroom door. I didn't hesitate. My exhaustion vanished instantly, replaced by the sharp, electric surge of pure adrenaline.
"Jay, wait," Keifer called out, his hand instantly reaching to catch my forearm, but I was already moving.
"They're going to tear the house down, Keifer!" I threw the bedroom door open and bolted down the grand hallway, my corporate heels clicking furiously against the hardwood floor.
The noise grew louder with every step I took toward the grand staircase. It wasn't just typical family bickering or friendly teasing anymore. This was raw, dangerous, and violent.
I could hear things shattering—the expensive porcelain vases Tita Gemma loved so much, the heavy wooden chairs scraping violently across the marble, and the panicked, chaotic shouts of our friends trying to hold back two grown men.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I froze for a split second, my eyes taking in the complete disaster unfolding in the main living area.
The center of the room was a war zone. A heavy mahogany side table lay shattered on its side, a crystal bowl broken into a thousand sparkling pieces across the rug.
Angelo and Rafael were locked in a fierce, brutal grapple. Angelo's face was completely flushed with rage, his veins popping along his neck as his fingers clawed at the collar of Rafael's midnight-blue suit jacket.
Rafael wasn't backing down either. His usual calm, arrogant smirk was entirely gone, replaced by a cold, lethal intensity. He had his forearm jammed tightly against Angelo's throat, shoving him backward against a structural stone pillar with a force that shook the room.
"Get your hands off him!" Tiger shouted, throwing his arms around Angelo's waist from behind, attempting to pull him back.
"Let go of me, Leo!" Angelo roared, his voice cracking with pure venom as he tried to break Leo's grip. He kept his eyes locked entirely on Rafael. "You think you can just march into my house after years? You think you can still restore everything after what you did?!"
Ate Ion was standing a few feet away, her back pressed hard against the far wall, her face completely bloodless. She looked smaller than I had ever seen her, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide and trembling as she watched the two men tear each other apart because of her.I know the situation .I have faced it with Keifer amd Yuri.
Alvin and Percy were on Rafael's side, each grabbing one of Rafael's shoulders, trying desperately to break the lock between the former classmates.
"Rafael, stand down! Right now!" Sir Alvin barked, his muscles straining against Rafael's immense strength.
"Tell him to let go of my jacket first," Rafael growled, his voice a dark, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the high ceilings. "I came here to speak, Angelo. Not to play high school games with you."
"Games?!" Angelo yelled, a wild, furious laugh escaping his lips. With a sudden, explosive surge of strength, he broke free from Leo's grip, drove his shoulder straight into Rafael's chest, and slammed him hard against the edge of the large velvet couch.
"Stop it! All of you, stop it right now!" Tita Gemma's voice screamed from the kitchen doorway, her hands clasped tightly together in pure terror.
Lola was sitting rigidly in her armchair, her face pale but her eyes sharp, watching the destruction with a deep, sorrowful frown.
I couldn't take it anymore. This was my wedding week. This was our peaceful sanctuary.
I rushed down the stairs, my eyes flashing with absolute fury.
" KUYA ANGELO! KUYA RAFAEL! SEPARATE!" I screamed, my voice carrying the exact same icy command I used on the active battlefields.
Before I could even reach the bottom step, a massive, imposing shadow shifted right beside me. Keifer had overtaken me, his long strides moving with a terrifying, silent speed.
He didn't say a single word. He didn't yell. He simply closed the distance between the two fighting men like a dark storm cloud.
With a swift, brutal movement, Keifer jammed his massive hand right between Angelo and Rafael's chests. Using his sheer, unyielding weight, he shoved them apart.
Angelo stumbled backward, Tiger catching him before he could hit the floor. Rafael was thrown back against the armrest of the couch, Sir Alvin and Percy immediately stepping in front of him to form a human wall.
"That is enough," Keifer spoke, his voice dropping into that low, quiet, and absolutely lethal tone that always made people think twice before breathing. He stood right in the center of the living room, his broad shoulders squared, his dark eyes cutting back and forth between Angelo and Rafael like a judge about to pass a death sentence.
"This is my wife's home. You will respect her, or I will personally throw both of you off this penthouse balcony. Am I clear?"
The silence that followed was suffocating. Angelo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he wiped a smear of blood from his lower lip with the back of his hand. He glared at Keifer, then his eyes flicked to me, seeing the absolute anger and disappointment burning in my face.
Rafael straightened his suit jacket, his movements slow and deliberate as he smoothed down the crumpled fabric. His dark eyes remained fixed on Angelo, but the violent edge had receded slightly, replaced by a grim, hard look.
"Jay," Angelo muttered, his voice raspy as he looked at me. "You don't understand. You don't know what this bastard did."
"I know enough," I said, my voice cold and steady as I walked into the center of the room, stopping right beside Keifer. I looked at the broken crystal on the floor, then looked back at my older brother. "I know about the past, Angelo. Keifer told me. But breaking my furniture and acting like wild animals in front of Lola and Tita isn't going to fix anything."
I turned my head and looked directly at Rafael. "And you. You said you came here to fix things. Is this your version of fixing? Coming into my home and triggering a brawl?"
Rafael let out a long, heavy sigh. He ran a hand through his dark hair, looking genuinely regretful as his eyes softened while looking at me. "I apologize, princess. It wasn't my intention. He touched me first."
"Because you shouldn't even be breathing the same air as us!" Angelo shouted, pointing a shaking, furious finger toward Ion, who was still frozen against the wall.
Ion finally broke her silence. Her voice was small, shaking, and full of an old, deep pain that made everyone turn to look at her. "Angelo... please. Just stop."
Kuya Angelo froze, his gaze snapping to Ion."He didn't do anything," Ion whispered, a single tear slipping down his pale cheek. "Years ago... Rafael didn't take me from you. I left on my own. You know that. The rumors... the things people said about us dating... it was a lie. It was a cover to protect you from the cartel networks that were targeting anyone close to the you and Fernandez alliance. Rafael was hiding me. He was keeping me alive."
The revelation hit the room like a physical shockwave. Angelo's jaw tightened, his hands clenching into tight fists as he stared at Ion, his eyes swimming with a mixture of confusion, lingering anger, and a sudden, sharp realization of truth.
Kuya Rafael didn't say anything to defend himself. He simply stood there, his face expressionless, carrying the weight of a secret he had kept for fucking long years just to keep his friend's world from falling apart.
I looked at Keifer, seeing the quiet, knowing look in his dark eyes. He had suspected it all along. The underground networks were always full of lies, but the truth was always much simpler—and much more painful.
"Everyone out," I said quietly, my voice exhausted.
Kuya Angelo looked at me, open-mouthed. "Jay—"
"I said, everyone out," I repeated, louder this time, my eyes fixing on Leo, Sir Alvin, and the rest of the group. "Take Angelo down to the lower courtyard. Let him cool down. Tita, please take Lola back to her room. Kuya Rafael... stay here. We need to talk ."
No one argued with me this time. The absolute authority in my voice left no room for negotiation. Tiger and Sir Alvin gently grabbed Angelo's arms, and though he looked like he wanted to scream, he let them guide him out the glass doors toward the veranda.
Tita Gemma quietly helped Lola up from her chair, giving me a supportive, gentle nod before leading her away from the wreckage.Within minutes, the living room was empty again, save for me, Keifer, Rafael, and Ion, who was still standing quietly in the corner.
I leaned my back against the edge of the dining table, rubbing my temples as a dull headache began to throb behind my eyes. Keifer stayed right by my side, his hand moving to rest securely on the small of my back, offering his silent, unyielding support.
"Sit down, Kuya," I murmured.
Kuya Rafael didn't sit, but he moved closer, stopping a few feet away from me. He looked down at his shoes, then up at me, a rare, vulnerable expression crossing his face.
"I'm sorry for the mess, princess . I truly didn't mean for it to go this way."
"Why didn't you just tell him the truth earlier?" I asked, my voice soft but demanding. "Why let him hate you for all this time?"
"Because if he knew the enemies was targeting Ion to get to him, Angelo would have marched straight into their headquarters with a gun and got himself killed," Rafael said simply, his voice flat and practical. "He was hot-headed back then. He loved too hard, and he didn't think clearly when it came to Ion. Hating me kept him focused. It kept him angry, and anger keeps a man alive in our world."
Ion let out a soft sob, covering her face with her hands. Rafael turned his head, his dark eyes softening as he looked at the woman he had spent three years protecting in the shadows.
"You should go to him, Ion," Rafael said quietly. "He's downstairs. He's angry, but he's not stupid. He knows the truth now. Go fix your past."
Ion looked up, her eyes red and watery. She nodded once, giving Rafael a look of immense gratitude that didn't need any words, before turning and quickly slipping through the glass doors toward the courtyard where Angelo had gone.
The living room fell into a quiet, heavy peace.I looked at Kuya Rafael, my heart softening as I realized how much this man had sacrificed in silence while the rest of the world thought he was a ruthless, cold-blooded ghost. He had protected me when I was fifteen, and he had protected my brother's happiness for years, all while carrying the reputation of a villain.
"You're a terrible actor, Kuya," I said, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through my exhaustion.
Rafael looked at me, his sharp lips curving into his signature, arrogant smirk. "I don't know what you're talking about, princess. I am an absolute delight."
"Gago," I laughed softly, using the exact same profanity I had thrown at Keifer upstairs.
Keifer let out a low chuckle beside me, his arm wrapping around my shoulder to draw me into his side. "He really is an idiot, Jay. But he's an idiot who handles a boardroom well."
"Thank you, Watson," Rafael said, bowing mockingly toward Keifer. "I take that as a high compliment coming from the man who managed to lock down my little sister."
Before I could reply, the sharp, distinct buzz of a smartphone broke the quiet atmosphere.
My heart dropped. The brief warmth in my chest vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, icy dread that turned my blood to slush.
I reached into the pocket of my slacks and pulled out my device.The screen flashed. It was message from the hidden number from the person I thought was dead years ago.My fingers trembled slightly as I tapped the screen to open it.
"I see you've brought your little protectors together, Jay-Jay. The Watson boy, the Reyes ghost... quite a collection. Enjoy your little family reunion while it lasts. I'll see you by tomorrow sunset."
The air left my lungs completely. My face went entirely pale, my eyes wide as I stared at the words. He was watching us. He knew about the merger. He knew Kuya Rafael was here.
"Jay?"Keifer's voice was instantly sharp, his hand tightening around my shoulder as he felt my entire body go rigid. He leaned down, his dark eyes tracking the sudden terror in my face.
He didn't even ask—he simply reached out and took the phone straight out of my hand, his eyes scanning the screen.Beside him, Kuya Rafael's expression turned instantly lethal. The casual, joking brotherly aura vanished in a fraction of a second, replaced by the terrifying, cold-blooded Chairman who had just threatened to liquidate a man's entire family line an hour ago.
He stepped closer, looking over Keifer's shoulder at the screen.
"Who the hell is this?" Rafael growled, his voice dropping into a dark, murderous whisper that made the hair on my arms stand up.
Keifer didn't speak, but his jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. His dark eyes flashed with an unadulterated, terrifying rage that I hadn't seen since Keizer execution. He gripped the phone so tightly the screen creaked under the immense pressure of his fingers.
"Jay," Keifer said, his voice dropping into that deep, fiercely possessive, and dangerous tone that meant he was ready to kill. He looked down into my eyes, his gaze locking onto mine with absolute intensity. "Tell me right now. Who is sending these?"
I swallowed the massive lump in my throat, looking between my husband and my godbrother—the two most dangerous men in this city, both ready to burn the entire world to the ground just to keep me safe.
"It's him," I whispered, my voice trembling but clear. "The one who I thought I escaped from . The one who made me even scared of my brothers. My stepdad. He's back."
Rafael's eyes narrowed into tiny, dangerous slits, a slow, terrifying smile creeping onto his lips—the smile of a predator who had finally found the trail of his oldest enemy.
"Is that so?" he purred softly. "Well... it looks like I came back just in time."
Keifer handed the phone back to me, his dark eyes steady, focused, and completely void of fear. He reached out, his long fingers cupping my face gently but firmly, forcing me to look only at him.
"Remember what I told you, Mrs. Watson," Keifer murmured, his voice a low, solid promise that echoed through my soul. "Whatever comes through that door tomorrow... we face it together. No secrets. No solo missions. If he wants a war, we will give him one he won't survive. I won't let him near you."
I looked at him, then at Kuya Rafael, who nodded once in absolute agreement. The fear in my chest slowly began to melt away, replaced by the familiar, cold confidence of the CEO .
The storm was coming tomorrow at sunset. But this time, I wasn't a samll girl caught in an ambush. I was a married woman, a leader of an empire, and I had a family of wolves standing right by my side.Let him come.
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