Page 56 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

“Got it,” I replied, but as I stared at him, I had one request in mind.

Noticing that I wanted to say something, he asked, “What is it?”

“I just….” I paused and continued, “I was wondering if you could do me one favor; you’ve done enough already, I know, and I appreciate—”

“Spill, Viv….” He cocked his head, giving me a gentle smile. “Sorry…Kiara. It’ll take some time, but I’ll get used to it.”

I grinned and continued, “Can you find my mother and make sure she’s okay?”

His eyes widened, and his brows raised. “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting that, but okay.”

“We’re not really that close. She’s not exactly Mother of the Year, but she’s still my mom, and I care about her. So, please, do me this one last favor.”

His smile softened. “You have a kind heart, Viv. I’m sure, one day, you’ll be a better mom than the one who raised you.”

“Thanks, Ty.”

“Shit, I just called you Viv again, didn’t I?” He playfully slapped his forehead.

I laughed lightly, but my heart was bursting with appreciation for my best friend.

“Thank you, Ty. I mean it.” My smile faded, and I peered into his eyes. “You’ve been more than helpful to me, and I promise, once I find my footing in Valencia, I’ll definitely pay you back.”

“Until then,” he said to me.

Then, the PA speaker crackled to life, the announcer saying, “Flight 212 to Valencia, Spain, is now ready for departure….”

I exhaled sharply. “Alright, that’s my cue.”

He embraced me tightly, and I felt my tear glands charging up.

“Don’t get soft on me now,” he said after noticing that I was about to start sobbing.

We let go and looked at each other.

His own eyes began to water. “I’ll come visit when I can, okay?”

I nodded, picking up my luggage. “Take care of yourself, Ty. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too.”

We shared a final smile, and I walked away toward Gate 27, but as I approached, I couldn’t help but look back one more time.

He waved at me, and I returned the gesture with a bleeding heart before boarding my flight.

As the memory faded away, reality returning to me, I continued to admire this woman in the mirror.

Not bad for a young girl who couldn’t find her bearing four years ago, a girl who hadn’t known her left from her right. Now, I was a full-grown woman: mature and with responsibilities. I was doing just fine as a top data analyst for a prestigious organization called FinCorp.

It wasn’t always like this, though. I hadn’t transitioned from a saleswoman/runway model to a top data analyst without going through hell first.

Honestly, during the initial stage, after I’d landed in the beautiful city of Valencia, things were really tough for me. The first few months were real hell because I had to adjust to this new city, adapt to the changes that came with it, and also try to get a job.

My desire to study finance had still been alive and kicking, so I jumped on the first opportunity to enroll in a two-year training program in financial management. It had cost me almost all of my savings, but the odd jobs I’d done sustained me.

It had been a very difficult period for me, and I’d been tempted to tell Tyler about it each time we spoke on the phone. He’d known that settling in was going to be difficult for me at first, but he hadn’t known that things had gotten really bad for me. I hadn’t wanted to tell him because I knew Tyler all too well. He would’ve done everything in his power to help me out, and he’d done enough already. I couldn’t put him through that because of me.

It had taken me almost a year after the program to finally get on my feet after securing a job at FinCorp. I’d been so excited when the company invited me to work with them after an online interview.

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