Chapter 93

**Belle.**

My steps halted in the hospital's break room as I poured a cup of coffee. Hearing the news, my eyes darted to the screen. At the mention of the flight, the cup fell from my hands. I exhaled sharply, shaking my head in denial. I ran toward the television and turned up the volume, praying it was all a bad dream, that it wasn't the same flight.

**Breaking News.**

The commercial airplane from Airline has suffered a technical failure, losing all communication with the control tower after its last transmission. We still don’t know anything about the 200 passengers, and it is estimated they had to make an emergency landing. An intensive search is underway, but with adverse weather conditions, the search and communication efforts are increasingly difficult.

I covered my mouth, shaking my head as tears filled my eyes. Suddenly, someone burst into the break room. I turned to see Keylef’s distraught face. He was breathing heavily as he looked at the TV, quickly moving to turn it off.

“No! I want to hear it. Step aside!” I protested, moving closer, but he held my hands to stop me.

“What are you doing? I need to see it!” I shouted.

“For what? It’s true; something has happened to him... don’t torture yourself by watching this.”

“No... it can’t be his plane,” I cried, shaking my head, and he swiftly pulled me into a tight embrace. I broke down, clinging to him for strength.

“Calm down. Trust him... he’s a very strong man; he’ll survive this and anything else.”

“But... what if they don’t find the plane?”

“Don’t imagine the worst. We’ll send a rescue team to find him if necessary. But for now, we need to stay calm.” I pulled away, trying to push the dark thoughts from my mind.

“Come on, let’s go home. They said they’d keep us updated.” I nodded, distraught, fearing the worst.

**Belladona.**

“Aunt, are you all right?”

“Oh my God... this, this can’t be happening... I can’t be living through this nightmare again,” said the woman, trembling and about to collapse. I quickly caught her. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Keylef ran in with that awful woman. He looked at me, confused, before rushing to her side.

“Keylef...” she murmured, lifting her gaze to embrace him. “I’m so glad you’re here. The news... your brother...”

“Calm down, I’ve seen it. We’ll hire the best search team. I promise my brother is strong; nothing will happen to him.”

“But what if... I couldn’t bear another loss, Keylef. This family has been through so much already. I promised your mother I’d look after you all,” she sobbed, collapsing into her nephew’s arms.

“It would be best if that woman left. These are family matters she has no business being involved in,” Belladona said, her brow furrowing slightly as she looked at me. She glanced at my blonde hair, and I smiled.

“I’m not leaving until I know how Cesar is.”

“You mean Mr. Cesar?”

“Enough, Belladona. Don’t start! She has as much right to be here as you do,” Keylef interjected. I let out a small laugh and replied.

“Are you comparing my importance in this family to this woman?”

“Belle! My name is Belle... and after learning who you really are, you’re no better than me.”

“What did you just say?”

“Who is this woman?” the aunt asked, her gaze shifting quickly as I interjected.

“She’s the woman who hit me, Aunt.”

“You two... you look identical,” she whispered, stunned. “Are you sure you’re not blood sisters or something?” she asked, looking between the two of us.

“Well, enough with silly questions. Belle is staying because she’s my guest, just like you, Belladona. Let’s focus on what’s important—finding Cesar.” I crossed my arms, sitting on the couch in frustration, throwing glances at that woman. How long would I have to endure seeing her?

**Cesar.**

“Help!” A cry startled me, my eyes flying open. In pain, I got up, brushing away the debris. Smoke rose into the sky, and people were crying, calling out for their loved ones. The scene was chaotic. As I tried to take a step, I let out a groan of pain and began dragging my leg.

“Where the hell am I...?” I wiped my forehead with my hand and saw it was covered in blood. Suddenly, a woman grabbed my arm, trembling and crying.

“Please... help me... my children... they...” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. Blood seeped from her wounds.

“Calm down, ma’am... tell me where your kids are.”

“Over here, please... hurry,” she begged. As best as I could, I followed her, looking at the wreckage, unable to remember how I got there or even who I was. What had happened to me?