Who Was Really Born To Be Mine?

In the grandeur of the Rodríguez Mansion in Switzerland, under a sky painted with the colors of dusk, a moment of unexpected confrontation unfolds at the doorstep.

Lilian Rodríguez, with elegance that masks the steel of her resolve, steps forward, her gaze locked onto the two bundles of innocence cradled in the arms of the man who once served their greatest adversaries.

Gabriel Rodríguez, her husband, stands beside her, a mix of disbelief and a hard-to-conceal intrigue etched onto his features. Helen and Markus Rodríguez, the patriarch and matriarch of the Rodríguez family, join them, their expressions a complex tapestry of curiosity and disdain.

The old servant, his eyes weary with years of servitude and secrets, breaks the silence, his voice trembling with the weight of his message. "Mr. and Mrs. Rodríguez, I bring before you the last heirs of the Holland, or as they are truly known, the Scott family. With Amber Scott's passing and Neil Scott's absence on a mission, there remains no one to care for these precious souls. I am beyond my years to provide the care they need."

Lilian's gaze softens as she beholds the children, Seraphina's red hair a fiery cascade, her gray eyes pools of innocence, while Maximilian's blond hair and blue eyes speak of a lineage intertwined with danger and duty. She reaches out, a gesture that bridges decades of enmity, her voice laced with a surprising tenderness. "Bring them in. They are but children, innocent of our past disputes."

Gabriel, torn between loyalty to his family's legacy and the unfolding human drama, hesitates before adding, "How can we trust this isn't another ploy of the Scott? After everything..."

Helen Rodríguez, her voice the embodiment of the family's power and pride, interjects sharply, "Gabriel, remember who we are. The Rodríguez family does not cower at shadows, nor do we abandon children to fate. We will take them in, but let this be clear—they are under our protection, not as heirs to our legacy, but as a testament to our mercy."

Markus Rodríguez, always the strategist, adds with a calculating gaze, "And let us not forget, in harboring these children, we may yet uncover secrets that the Scott have kept from us. This could be the key to finally eclipsing our rivals once and for all."

As the servant steps forward, entrusting the twins to the Rodríguez family, the air thickens with the promise of future confrontations. Yet, at this moment, the lines between friend and foe blur, giving way to a complex tableau of alliances and animosities.

The night grows deeper as the mansion's doors close behind them, swallowing the group into its vast interior. The twins, unaware of the gravity of their existence, become the unwitting pawns in a game that transcends generations.

As Armin, with his brown hair and emerald green eyes reflecting the lights of the chandelier above, plants a kiss on baby Seraphina's cheek, his declaration of her beauty brings a momentary lightness to the room. "She is so beautiful, like you," he says, looking up at his mother with adoration.

Lilian and Gabriel share a laugh, a brief respite in the gravity of their situation, their eyes meeting with a spark of shared love and amusement.

But the atmosphere shifts as Armin's gaze lands on Maximilian, his expression darkening. "I don't like him. He is more beautiful than me," he declares, his young voice tinged with a surprising bitterness. The room falls silent, the adults caught off guard by the raw jealousy emanating from such a young heart.

Markus and Helen, ever the observers, can't help but laugh, seeing in Armin's outburst the echoes of family dynamics that have spanned generations.

Gabriel, lifting Armin into his arms, tries to navigate his son's turbulent emotions. "You have brown hair and emerald green eyes, just like me," he says, his voice a blend of reassurance and inquiry. "Do you think you are not good-looking?" But Lilian's heart swells with a different pain as she watches Armin, her affirmation of his handsomeness a desperate attempt to soothe his wounded pride.

Yet, Armin's jealousy is not so easily quelled. His remark about his younger brother Bjorn reveals a deeper well of resentment. "That idiot Bjorn also looks like me. But he is an idiot," he states, his words sharp and unforgiving. Lilian's shock is palpable, her maternal instinct to protect both her children clashing with the need to address Armin's hurtful words.

"You shall not talk like this about your brother," Lilian admonishes, her voice carrying the weight of her dismay. Armin's retort that Bjorn monopolizes Lilian's attention, lays bare the heart of his turmoil. "Only Dad loves me. You don't love me since Bjorn came," he accuses, his voice breaking with the profound sense of betrayal only a child can feel.

Lilian, faced with the challenge of bridging the gap between her sons, feels a moment of helplessness. How can she explain to Armin, still so young, that love is not a finite resource, that it can encompass both him and Bjorn without diminishment? Gabriel, holding Armin close, exchanges a look with Lilian, their shared concern for their son's emotional well-being unspoken but palpable.

Gabriel, holding Armin close, locks eyes with Lilian, both parents suddenly confronted with the challenge of addressing the insecurities burgeoning in their firstborn's heart. The laughter that once filled the room fades, leaving in its wake a silence that speaks volumes of the task ahead.

Gabriel, his voice gentle yet firm, addresses Armin, "My son, beauty is not just what we see on the outside. It's who we are on the inside, how we treat others, and the love we share. And you, Armin, are beautiful, not just in appearance but in spirit."

Lilian, her heart aching at her son's words, kneels to meet his gaze, her eyes a mirror of unconditional love. "Armin, my love, you are and always will be special to me. Bjorn and the twins need care because they are younger, but that doesn't mean my love for you has lessened. Every one of you holds a unique place in my heart."

Armin, his young mind wrestling with emotions he scarcely understands, looks from face to face, the seeds of reassurance beginning to take root. Gabriel sets him down, urging him gently to approach Bjorn and the twins. Tentatively, Armin steps forward, his gaze lingering on Bjorn and then shifting to the sleeping forms of Maximilian and Seraphina.

"Okay, I will try to be a good brother," Armin's voice, barely above a whisper, carries the weight of a promise, a vow to grow beyond the confines of jealousy and rivalry.

Lilian, her heart swelling with pride and relief, embraces Armin, whispering words of love and encouragement.