The accident of Tony came to Selina like a bomb. She nearly collapsed from shock. She raced to the hospital, heart pounding in her chest, only to be met by a grim-faced doctor who delivered crushing news: Tony had suffered massive internal injuries. He had slipped into a coma, and his condition was critical.
For a week, Selina never left his side. She stayed by his bed, wiping his face, cleaning his wounds, and whispering soft apologies as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Tony," she would whisper, holding his hand. "I didn't know how to tell you… about my pregnancy. I didn't know how to tell anyone."
She was broken, but she tried to be strong for both of them.
Then, one quiet evening, just hours after Selina left his room, Tony's eyes fluttered open. Disoriented, he scanned the room, confused by the beeping machines and sterile walls. A doctor standing nearby approached quickly.
"You're awake," the doctor said, relieved. "You've been in a coma for a week. It's a miracle you pulled through."
But what came next shattered Tony.
"I'm sorry," the doctor said, then hesitated before saying, "the accident caused irreversible damage to your reproductive system," the doctor explained gently. "You might not be able to father children anymore."
Tony was shocked as he felt his world crumble, a drop of tear flowed down his eyes as he remembered the terrible thing he did to Selina.
Lost in thought, he decided to call Marcus.
Marcus was sitting in his sitting room, drinking wine with one of his girlfriends when his phone rang. He picked up the phone, and his lazy voice went through to the other end of the line, making Tony frown with irritation.
"Where have you been? I heard of your accident," he said nonchalantly.
"Yeah… I'm fine now," Tony replied, voice flat. "About that mission. The plan... Did you do it?"
There was a brief pause, and then Marcus spoke with pride.
"Yeah. I did it. I took her."
Tony's face fell, pain and regret eating him up. He tried to talk but no word came out.
"Okay," he muttered and hung up.
From that moment, Tony made a choice. He would tell no one about his condition. Not yet. Not ever, if he could help it.
But secrets have a way of slipping out.
Whispers eventually reached Marcus. He learned about Tony's infertility—but he didn't say a word. He watched silently from afar.
A few days after Tony was discharged from the hospital, Selina came to him trembling, with tears in her eyes. She told him she was pregnant. She told him about the night she was assaulted and how it happened, then days later, she realized she was pregnant.
Tony didn't react the way she expected. There was no shock. No confusion. Just… calm.
He took her hand and said, "Don't worry. We'll get through this together."
Selina broke down in tears, relieved and grateful, believing she had an understanding partner, a man willing to accept a child that wasn't his.
But what she didn't know was that he accepted it because he could no longer father a child.
Tony knew the child wasn't someone unknown. He knew exactly where that baby came from. And now, with his disability to have children, he knew that this was the only way he could have his own children.
So, he took her in. And not long after… they got married.
After Tony married Selina, the months passed quickly. Eventually, she gave birth to twins—a boy and a girl—both beautiful, healthy, and full of life. Tony was overjoyed. Their little family blossomed. He fell back in love with Selina, and for a while, they lived a perfect married life. Quiet mornings, laughter-filled evenings, and the kind of warmth Tony never thought he'd feel again.
But far away from that happiness, Marcus watched in silence.
He had never tried to start his own family. He had rejected every woman who came into his life. Why would he need another woman, he thought, when he already had children—twins born through Selina? In his mind, those children were his. He had taken her. He had planted the seed. And that was enough for him to wait patiently.
And that patience soon turned bitter.
As the years passed, Marcus's jealousy began to fester. Seeing Tony live the life he believed he deserved, raising his children with his woman, ate away at him like a disease. His silence finally cracked when he was unable to bear children through Rachel.
He filed a lawsuit against Tony, claiming paternity of the twins.
Tony was blindsided. He never imagined Marcus would expose their dark past in such a public way. The betrayal cut deep. But what terrified him more was that he knew the truth—the knowledge that Marcus had indeed assaulted Selina that night. And if the paternity tests sided with Marcus… he would lose everything.
Selina was terrified too. Deep down, she always knew the children were not Tony's. But she had never known the identity of the man who had violated her. The revelation that it could be Marcus, Tony's best friend, shook her to her core.
On the day of the court hearing, the tension was unbearable. Marcus, Tony, and Selina sat in silence, each with their own storm of thoughts. The court had ordered three separate hospitals to conduct paternity tests. The results would determine everything.
If all three tests confirmed Marcus as the father, he would take custody of the twins and Selina.
But if Tony was confirmed as the father, the case would be dismissed, and their family would remain intact.
As they waited for the verdict, Tony slipped away to the washroom to steady himself. The fear was clawing at his chest.
Moments later, Marcus walked in behind him, a smug grin on his face.
"You know those children aren't yours," Marcus sneered. "I took her. I'm going to win this case… and take everything from you."
Tony didn't respond. But inside, he was breaking. He knew Marcus was telling the truth and that the paternity test could destroy him.
Then, the results arrived.
All three tests matched. The children were Tony's.
The courtroom was silent as the chief judge read the test results.
Tony was speechless. Selina's eyes widened in disbelief. Even Marcus, so sure of himself, stood frozen in confusion.
How could this be? He was the one who had violated Selina. He knew it. He had never doubted it. And now… this?
Marcus couldn't risk speaking. He knew if he admitted what had truly happened that night, he'd be confessing to a crime that would land him in prison for the rest of his life. And he knew that Tony didn't have the means to fight him.
So he said nothing.
He simply stormed out of the courthouse, with rage.
PRESENT DAY.....
"It all happened too fast," he muttered under his breath, eyes burning with vengeance. "But you'll see, Tony. I won't let you walk away unpunished."
His voice turned into a growl as he picked up another bottle of wine and took a long, angry gulp.
"It's time I eliminate anyone who stands in my way, and take back what's mine. Expand my power. My wealth. My name."
He slammed the empty bottle down.
The war had just begun.