Chapter 1

"I don't believe this," the suited man turned in his glance to furthermore his grim sight at the woman seated in front of him. " I have been calling the wrong man as my father for thirty-one years".

"Christopher is still your father regardless. He accepted you, loved you as his own son," she said. Her voice trembling, her obviously expensive silk scarf doing a good job of wiping her tears off before they could damage her make up.

"He knew? "Charles scoffed as his mother confirmed it. Taking a seat on the leather sofa which strangely was the only furniture he ever sat on, he ran his hair backwards, the dryness annoying him a bit. " I still don't believe that you kept this from me."

"Charles,{ the richly dressed woman whose age was not telling on her spoke softly} truthfully, if I had my way, I would have preferred you not to know . Rodrigo is sort of a bastard, Charles."

"I was a bastard unknowingly for years, mother."

The gentle look on his mother's face turned to a frown for a second. "Don't speak such things about yourself Charles. You were raised by a wonderful father, the best you could ever have."

He sighed.

He did love the man called as Father. Charles appreciated him for everything he had done. But it hurt. It hurt to know that he had spend many years calling the wrong man as his Father.

"So, if this letter had not came, I would not have known about this."

"I really wish it did not came," Mrs. Oxford whispered into the office that wore a cold look similar to the on the face of its main occupant.

Silence took over. Mother avoided her son's piercing glares. It was as through she knew that he was trying to mask the anger within him behind his roughly shielded face. Charles took another look at his mother, his eyes all set. " I have to meet Rodrigo Ordinaz."

The silly hat on his mother's head fell as her whole body reacted to his statement. Shaking her head, tears forming on the surface of her eyes, she begged, " Please my son, don't do this. Don't give in his demands."

"I deserve to meet my biological father before he dies." He rarely see his mother cry, so he could tell how serious she was with her plead. But his mind was made up.

"But if you want to meet him, you will have to give in to his demands."

Charles gave a short shrug. "I have to get married, how hard can that be?"

"You can't just pick any girl to marry, that's like the worst thing that can happen to a man."

"Who says I am marrying any girl? mother," his hands tucked beneath his chin. "I am a man that deals with precise selection of things, I will not make an exception when it comes to choosing a wife."

"Is this about the wealth? Rodrigo's wealth? You don't have to do this son. Your father's empire is more than enough."

"I don't care about his money. I just want to meet my real father, dammit! " He hated to see his mother flinch, but she was too blinded by her emotions to see how important it was to him. HECK! He would marry a thousand times to get to meet his real father and siblings.

"I even have siblings. Don't I deserve to meet them?"

"What I am saying is that you don't have to give in his demands, there are other ways..."

"Mother, you said it by yourself, Rodrigo Ordinaz is a strange yet calculating and highly manipulative man. I am sure he must have broken off any alternative routes that I could use to get him. Please mother don't make this any harder, I have made my decision."

"So, you are getting married." Contrary to the usual excessive grins mothers wore whenever their child tell them they are trying the knot , the formal looking middle aged woman had her face falling.

"It seems so."

"Just be careful Charles." And she got up, leaving him with his thoughts and his lonely looking office.

His recent decision meant a change in his plans. Apart from looking for a woman who would want to be his wife{which would be a bit tasking}, he needed to move to America where his real father has lived for many years. Charles needed to be closer to his recently discovered family.

His intent on meeting Rodrigo Ordinaz may seem unnecessary to some people, like his mother. But he grew up wondering why he had features of a Brazilian, when both his parent were British. He certainly was not going to miss an opportunity to find a complete answer to his question.

But the conditions attached. Where was he going to find a woman that he could trust enough to get married to?

If only she had gotten married to him back then, he would not be having this problem. He still had not forgotten her. It was difficult to forget a woman with a face like hers. Voice so seducing, it made you react instantly. Her body was so curved in the right places, Charles could almost see him running his hands through her soft skin.

It bothered him though, that he was yet to forget her.

For crying out loud, she left him waiting at atlas. Left without a note, vanished without a trace. She made him suffer a heartbreak, because he loved her and he had every reasons to believe that she did too.

"Mr. Charles?" The voice of his secretary brought him out of his thoughts.

"Miss Kane, what is it?"

"The files are on your table sir," he noticed that her shirt had a few buttons loose and they definitely were not like that when she came in to announce the arrival of his mother.

"What about the contract....?" he cleared his throat, she offered to pour him water. " What about the contract with Jubili Limited?"

Charles could see the curved of her breasts as she angeled her body to achieve a seductive pose. He had give it to her, she knew her game. Miss Kane was attractive no doubt, with her blonde silky hair that she never failed to flaunt. And her office wears which she always wore fitly to bring out her body shape. But he had a strict no sex with employee policy and he sure was not going to break it.

"here sir." Her fingertips brushed his knuckles as she handed him the glass of water." They have sent the copy of their signed contract."

"I need you to have the private jet ready. By next week Monday, we will be leaving for America."

"Okay sir." She was importantly competent, he would not want to taint that by having a night pleasure with her.

"So, send me the rest of the documents yet to be signed. And try to see if you can squeeze meetings into the rest of this week. If at all any meeting will fall in the following weeks, make sure it is meetings that will be held in the States."

"Alright sir. Is that all?" He gave a curt nod which was to his secretary's disappointment, but he did not notice that. He had gone back to relishing the beauty of the woman in his earlier thoughts.

Charles hated that he was doing it, yet a part of him seem joyous as though Isabella was still in his life and was going to walk into the room any second soon, her eyed beaming with hunger for him.