Claiming back his missing wife

The big Bombshell

In the grand hall of the Rodriguez Mansion, tension hung heavy in the air as Armin Rodriguez strode in, pulling Seraphina Holland protectively toward his chest. His parents, Gabriel and Lilian Rodriguez, stood at the center of the room, their expressions filled with barely contained fury.

Gabriel's face was flushed with anger, while Lilian, though visibly shaken, clung to her husband for support. In the corner, Armin’s younger brother, Bjorn, watched the scene with wicked amusement, a devilish smile playing on his lips. He thrived on these moments, the unpredictable chaos that always seemed to surround his family.

"Armin!" Gabriel barked, his voice booming through the room. "Where the hell were you last night?"

Armin shot a glance at Bjorn, who continued to smirk as if this were nothing more than another twisted game. "I was with my wife," Armin answered confidently, pulling Seraphina closer.

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed, burning with disbelief. "Really? Then why is she standing right here with you?" He gestured toward Seraphina, his tone dripping with suspicion.

Taken aback by the question, Armin straightened up, pulling Seraphina even tighter to his side. "Mom, Dad, meet Seraphina Holland, my wife," he announced, his voice unwavering despite the storm brewing around him.

The moment the words left his mouth, the room seemed to freeze. Lilian gasped audibly, her hand flying to her chest as if she were trying to stop her heart from breaking. Her entire body trembled as her gaze shifted from Armin to Seraphina. Gabriel, usually composed even in the worst situations, stood rooted to the spot, his face draining of color.

"Wh-what…?" Gabriel whispered, his voice barely audible. The shock in his tone mirrored the look on Lilian’s face.

Armin remained calm, though the tension in his muscles betrayed the storm brewing beneath his exterior. "You know I’ve loved Seraphina for years. I always have. And now, I’ve finally married her. This is my choice," he declared firmly, his gaze daring his parents to challenge him.

Gabriel’s face turned crimson with rage, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Armin!" he roared, his voice filled with fury and disbelief. "You cannot be married to her! This is impossible!"

A cold chuckle escaped Armin’s lips as he met his father’s gaze head-on. "Well, Dad, I already did it," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "And you have no choice but to accept Seraphina as your daughter-in-law. Otherwise, I’m ready to walk out of this family right now." His words were a challenge, a line drawn in the sand.

Seraphina’s lips curled into a devilish smile as she wrapped her fingers gently around Armin’s thick arm, her gaze defiant as she stood by his side. Her presence, as calm and composed as Armin’s, only seemed to fuel Gabriel’s anger.

Bjorn, meanwhile, was practically glowing with delight as he watched the drama unfold, the chaos playing out exactly as he had hoped. His devilish smile widened as he leaned back in his chair, enjoying every second of the spectacle.

Gabriel’s eyes blazed with fury, his entire body trembling with the effort to contain his rage. He took a step forward, but Lilian, sensing the danger, grabbed his arm tightly. "Gabriel, not now," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Let us talk to the Jarl family first… see what is going on."

Gabriel clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Armin. But after a moment, he nodded stiffly, his gaze filled with cold calculation. "This isn’t over," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Not by a long shot."

Bjorn, unable to resist, quipped, "Well, this just got interesting," his words cutting through the tension with a hint of levity.

Bjorn stood there, scratching his head in utter confusion. He had seen a beautiful woman named Alysha at the Suegra hotel last night, and now Armin was suddenly married to Seraphina Holland, the daughter of Neil Holland, the Jarl family’s security chief. None of this made any sense to him. How had this all happened so quickly? His mind raced with questions, and just as he was about to open his mouth to ask Armin, his father’s voice roared through the room.

“Bjorn!” Gabriel barked, his voice sharp as a whip.

Bjorn snapped his head toward his father, taken aback by the harshness of Gabriel’s tone. His lips parted, but he hesitated under the weight of Gabriel’s fierce glare.

“Come here,” Gabriel ordered, his eyes narrowing. “Do not open your mouth without my permission.”

Bjorn’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had always been the one to stir up drama, and his father knew it. But this reaction caught him off guard. Just as Bjorn was about to respond, Lilian, ever the peacemaker, stepped in.

“Gabriel, why do you always talk to him like this?” Lilian said softly, her voice filled with maternal concern. She walked over to Bjorn, her hands reaching up to cup his face as she gazed at him with adoration. "My precious son…" she cooed, gently stroking his hair. Bjorn gave his mother a half-smile, relishing in the attention while watching Armin and Seraphina out of the corner of his eye.

Armin, clearly uninterested in the unfolding family drama, rolled his eyes in exasperation. He squeezed Seraphina’s hand and, without saying a word, quickly led her out of the room. As they disappeared, Gabriel's gaze followed them, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

“Lilian,” Gabriel muttered, his voice dripping with irritation, “tell Bjorn not to make any drama. I know him too well. Everything in this family is a source of entertainment for him. He loves chaos.”

Bjorn’s lips curled into a sly grin, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Isn't it, Dad?" he quipped, his voice teasing. "This family is full of drama! I was just wondering—"

“Shut up!” Gabriel cut him off, roaring once again, his face flushed with anger. Bjorn, taken aback by the sudden outburst, raised his hands in mock surrender, but the grin never fully left his face.

Lilian sighed, placing a gentle hand on Gabriel’s arm. “Gabriel, calm down,” she said softly. "We'll handle this." Then she turned to Bjorn. "Come with us, darling. Your father’s right—now isn’t the time for your games."

Bjorn frowned slightly. "Where are we going?" he asked, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Gabriel's expression darkened. "Europe," he growled. "We’re going to meet with the Jarl family."