“Even if what she had done had caused the life of her mother, would you still let her be together with our sons?” Luciano’s words rang in Rose’s head and she raised her head to look at her husband. Seeing that he had gotten her attention, a smirk rose on his lips, and he looked into his wife’s curious eyes as he revealed. “Seven years ago, Anna Wilson left her parent's home in the last hours, due to one reason or the other, and was kidnapped by some men in her neighborhood. Anna called her mother while they were taking her to the hideout, and she was able to trace the location to find her. Unfortunately, she was raped instead of her daughter, and she died in Anna’s arms in the hospital.” Rose’s face gradually altered into shock as she heard her husband’s words and she didn't even say a word when he continued. “Where I have a problem with was that as the crown of everything that happened, just like her father said, she didn’t contact anyone as soon as possible, and before the polic

That night, Anna once again slept peacefully between the twins, and Marcelo woke up the next morning to see two familiar older men before him. Of course, he was able to instantly recognize them as his fathers after the painting, and the fact that Jacob had shaved off his beard that morning made them easier to identify. A small smirk raised on his lip, and Jacob almost cracked up in laughter. “Did he just smirk at me?” “I think it's a good start.” Jackson asserted humorously, looking at the little boy, who was now climbing from the bed that he was sure he didn’t sleep in.“I want to see mommy.” Marcelo said to the twins, his little voice was energetic and clear. Jackson and Jacob shared a smile as they heard their son’s voice for the first time. “Did you know who we are, little man?” Jacob asked as he squatted to Marcelo’s height. His dark eyes roamed the boy’s face and he felt a strange feeling in his heart before he heard Marcelo’s little voice again.“My daddies?” Jackson an