The Billionaire You Loved Threw You Out With Nothing… But When He Learned You Were Carrying Triplet Sons, He Stormed the Hospital Too Late, Because the Most Feared Magnate in the Country Had Already Claimed You as His Future Wife
The first thing you notice is that Alejandro Torres, for the first time in the entire time you have known him, looks small.
Not poor. Not harmless. Small. Like all the cruelty he wore so confidently only worked in rooms where nobody richer, smarter, or more dangerous had bothered to walk in yet. And now Fernando Castillo is standing in the doorway of your hospital suite like judgment in a tailored black coat, with two bodyguards behind him and enough cold authority in his face to make the air feel sharper.
Alejandro takes one step back.
His lawyers take three.
You are still breathing too fast, one hand over your stomach, the other trembling where Alejandro grabbed your wrist. The monitor is beeping wildly beside the bed, the nurse call light flashing red above the door, but nobody moves. Nobody wants to be the first person in the room to make a mistake in front of Fernando Castillo.
The man you never dared call.
The man whose card sat in your pocket for two weeks while you hid in a rooftop room and tried not to starve your babies with your own fear.
Fernando glances at your wrist, sees the red marks, and something in his expression hardens from controlled fury into something darker. He does not ask if you are all right. Men like him know better than to ask questions when the answer is bleeding in plain sight.
He turns his gaze to Alejandro.
“You have five seconds now,” Fernando says.
One of Alejandro’s lawyers clears his throat and makes the worst decision of his professional life.
“Mr. Castillo,” the lawyer begins, trying for polished confidence and landing somewhere near panic in a necktie, “this is a private family matter. My client is the biological father of the unborn children, and he has every legal right to discuss—”
