Selena's POVIt was the D-day. The wedding song was about to begin, my cue to march in and meet my future husband. Only my family was present.As planned, I would be walking down the aisle alone. The few guests from my side included Mom, Gracie, Sophia and the twins, Hillary and her son Max, Mr. Luke and Mr. Abrahams, along with my assistant. My aunt had refused to participate in "such a union."I hadn't seen Jake for two days. The last time we interacted, he seemed distant, avoiding conversation with me while remaining playful with the kids. Was it because of the wedding? My behavior last time? How did he feel about me now? I was a different person than before. Could he see it? Did it matter to him? Or was he only concerned about the kids?Was securing heirs all his attention on them amounted to? It brought tears to my eyes when Jada called him "dada" one evening, and Jadon mimicked her. I watched as Jake wiped a tear away, pulling the twins into a hug that excluded me.For two days

Selena's POVI was so tired that I slept half of the time for our short flight. By the time I felt a touch on my shoulders, it was Diego. He looked down at me with a grin.“We are here.”“Where is the 'here'?” I asked, rubbing my eyes and sitting upright in my seat. I couldn't feel the motion, so we must have landed. “Sorry, I slept off.”“It is no problem. Come and find out where we are,” he helped me with my seat belt and took my hands. We stepped out of the jet, and my jaw dropped.We were on an island. I looked around for a hint of which island. Queens, that was where we were. Diego led me to the glass house away from where we landed.“Wow, this is massive, Diego,” I said, shocked.“Wait till you see the inside of it,” he said with a wide grin and walked ahead of me to the house. “They will bring our things in, don’t worry,” he called back to me.I gathered my wedding gown and hurried after Diego. He was waiting for me at the door. I stopped beside him. “Ready?” he asked, looking d

Jake's POVI realized that it does not have to be an hour or a whole day before one's life can turn upside down. All it took was seconds for the news to go on air.It spread like wildfire; my phone has been ringing since I left New York. I knew reporters would be waiting for me at the airport since the news had gone out that I was in New York for business. I traveled to South America and took another flight back to Italy.No one would be expecting that. I made sure my disguise was in place as I exited the gates. I saw the reporters, but hopefully, no one noticed me. I called for a cab, still leaving my car in the airport parking lot. Who knows, they might be waiting for me there.I took the cab to the penthouse I stayed in with Selena when we got married. No one would be expecting me to go there. I tried calling Jeff, but it would take me to his voicemail.How on earth did the news get out? Was it my doctor? Did he spill my secret for money? I closed the door behind me as I walked into

Diego's POV I watched her intently, sensing she was carefully choosing her words, saying what she thought I wanted to hear. There had to be a limit to how much she could tolerate.I knew exactly what to ask to break down the walls she'd built around her emotions. Jake Marino. Couldn't she just forget about the damn guy?"Heard from Jake lately?" I inquired casually.She lowered her spoon, surprise flickering across her face. "What?""He's facing some challenges, I heard," I said, unable to hide the glee in my voice when I saw the news. He was gone, back to where he came from. Hopefully, this would be his downfall, ensuring he wouldn't return."Well, I saw it on the news too," she replied evenly."Why the concern for Italian news, then?" I pressed.She bit her lip and closed her eyes, a tactic I recognized. She'd probably count to ten to control herself, but I wouldn't give her the chance."You still love him, don't you?" I blurted out.Her eyes snapped open, and she glared at me. "Di

Jake's POVIt turns out that the meeting did not go as planned. I wasn’t even able to say a word in my defense before the whole room erupted. Accusations were flying from different angles; I heard even stranger things about myself.Jeff had to lead me out of the room to a safe place, away from the eyes of the angry mob. I was unable to speak to my mom or sister. I needed to ask about my father’s health. He should be here to take over the company, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen soon.Once again, I was summoned to the company to speak for myself so the board members could decide if I should be thrown out of the company or not.But instead of Jeff and the security men leading me towards the private elevator, they wanted me to take the front door. To show the people, the media, that I would boldly take back my position, not caring what was being said about me.To me, it sounded like a crazy idea, because for some reason I wasn't aware of it, the mob gathered was angry. It