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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Sera’s POVThe limousine suddenly came to a stop. “Let's go, girls,” Jennifer commanded, opening the doors.Everyone came down like they had some this before, their guns tucked close to them. I held mine loosely, my hands still shaking from their weight, my breath coming out choppily. I was so scared, I was considering attending church if everything went right.We walked into this large orphanage that looked like it was built during the last world war, Jennifer leading us. “Everyone stop. This is a heist,” she announced, raising her gun up in the air.The elderly women looked so scared and one spoke up. “Please don't kill us.”“Lay down,” one girl barked, pointing her gun at them. They all did as she commanded, lying on the cold floors. I watched in horror as the girl walked to them, her gun trained on them. Her eyes screamed danger and I hoped she wasn't planning on firing the gun, even if it was fake.“Okay, you and you, stay here with them. Where is the money?

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURSera’s POVI walked in the pool of water, my teeth chattering from the cold. Little droplets of water clung to my lashes as I got on my porch, and I struggled to find my keys, needing to get warm from the drenching deluge.I finally brought my keys out, fiddling for the right one as my phone rang. It was an unsaved number. Recently, a lot of fans have been calling and texting me about Dylan. Maybe it was time for me to issue a message online, discouraging them.“Hello?” I put my phone to my ear and opened my door, soaking my wooden floors with water. “Who is this?”“Seraaaaaaa,” Jennifer's shrill voice answered me. “How are you, Seraphina?”“Jennifer?”“Yeah it is she, bitch don't you have my number?”I mumbled something under my breath. I really did not want to get close to her, especially since she was always next to Mika. “I am fine. What's up?”“Yeah, can you hear me?”I barely could, noise blasting from where she was. “No, not really,” I replied, crouching dow

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Sera’s POV This was bullshit.“Seraphina,” Agatha hissed behind me. I rolled my eyes heavily. “Do not make that move again, focus on the flag.”How could I when you are screaming down everyone's ears like a wench?We were having a friendly match with another school and the rules of the game were simple. The best of five won. It was two rounds and right now, our asses were being handed to us in a fucking silver platter.“Sasha, switch, Romeo on seat,” Agatha screamed again, switching for the third time in the game. The opposing school players snickered amongst themselves, and their coach looked very uncomfortable. I tried to pass the call to Romeo’s Avatar so I could attack the guy that just snuck into our lair. “Fuck, Seraphina do you not listen, hold on the the fucking flag.”Yes ma’am.This was not a fucking holding on game We were meant to shoot to kill on site, the flag is just something to motivate us. Each team had ten players and could switch each ten p

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWODylan's POV I was still stewing from anger when I woke up, particularly aimed at two people. Naomi was right to be angry, but there was no need for her to bring on players just because she wanted to test me. It was demeaning, I thought she said I was the star.Then why did she not treat me like one?The second person I was angry with was Koby. He finally stopped calling me last night and reported me to her. A man should know not to snitch and as good as the coach was, I was severely disappointed in him.“Yao, I have to go for training this morning.”Yao came in and did not say anything to me. “Damn, it is like that now? Because I caught a break, you are not even going to say hi?”She kept her silence, quietly booking the same ride that took me to training everyday. When he was downstairs, we walked down together.“You know, this elevator ride is already horrible, imagine how the car would be? Just say hi?”She said nothing, pursing her lips.“Fine, suit yourself.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEDylan’s POVI badly needed a break.Koby was even a greater pain in my ass than my father. He did not smile, he hated my guts and was quick to point it out and worse, he wore me down till I almost exploded on him.I had training in the morning, afternoon and evening. I barely rested and worst of it all, all my complaints to Naomi fell on deaf ears. She asked me to sit my ass down and do as they said because I did not realize just what they have done for me.Not tonight though.“Yao,” I called. “Yao?”She came in. “Mr. Dylan?”“Just call me Dylan, Yao. Is there any Casino close by?”Yao pursed her lips. “Yes, there is.”“I want to go there.”“You need authorization from my boss”I stared at her. “I'm not doing that,” I barked out. Her expression doesn't change. “Yao, I'm not fucking doing that. I need a break.”“You have training, sir,” was her curt reply.“You know what? Just get out.” She left my room silently locking the door behind her. I needed to be out and I w

CHAPTER THIRTYSera’s POV“Pleaseeeeee,” Romeo whined. “Just accept this, omg.”“You know you're pretty annoying,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Yes, but I feel horrible. I cannot believe you missed training.”“Yeah, I know right?” I mumbled, finally putting my last load of laundry in the machine. “Okay, I am going to come have coffee with you and Sasha.”“Thank you, bitch,” he said cheerily, hanging in up. I changed my clothes into something more casual then left my house.The cafe in school was open 24/7 and I loved their breakfast options especially. When I got there, Romeo and Sasha were already sitting down in a booth next to the window and he waved at me.I walked inside. “Hi.”Romeo looked nice. His blonde curly hair was pouring down his face. “Jeez, are you going for a fashion show? You look good.”“Thank you,” he beamed. “I wore mascara.”I signed to Sasha. “He wears mascara?”“I do not suffer from fragile masculinity, Sera. I can wear what I like.”I nodded. “How was training?”

The morning of Angela's wedding dawned clear and bright, with the kind of golden September light that made everything look like it had been touched by magic. Bella stood at the kitchen window of the farmhouse, watching the catering crew set up tables and chairs in the backyard where Angela would marry David in just a few hours.Twenty-six years old now, Angela had grown into a confident, accomplished woman who worked as a journalist for the state newspaper and had met David, a fellow reporter, while covering a story about local education initiatives. Their love story had unfolded over two years of shared deadlines, late-night conversations, and a mutual passion for truth-telling that reminded Bella so much of her own journey with Killian."Mom, have you seen my earrings?" called twenty-one-year-old James from the hallway, his voice carrying the slight panic of someone running late. Home from art school for his sister's wedding, James had grown into a tall, thoughtful young man whose p

The sound of sixteen-year-old Angela's bedroom door slamming echoed through the farmhouse, followed by the muffled sounds of tears and what Bella was pretty sure was furniture being moved in frustration. From the living room where she sat grading papers at the kitchen table that had become her makeshift office, Bella sighed and looked up at Killian, who was helping nine-year-old James with his science project."Should I go up?" Bella asked quietly, mindful of seven-year-old Emma doing homework nearby and five-year-old Liam building an elaborate tower with blocks on the floor."Give her a few minutes," Killian suggested, his voice equally low. "She's been wound pretty tight lately."Two-year-old Grace looked up from her coloring book, her dark curls bouncing as she turned toward the stairs. "Sissy sad?" she asked with the concerned expression that had become her trademark whenever any family member was upset."Sissy's okay, sweetheart," Bella assured her, though she wasn't entirely con

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows of their renovated farmhouse, casting golden light across the breakfast table where controlled chaos reigned supreme. Five-year-old James sat in his booster seat, carefully arranging his pancakes into a tower while twelve-year-old Angela helped three-year-old Emma cut her fruit into tiny pieces. At the head of the table, Killian bounced one-year-old Liam on his knee while trying to drink his coffee and read work emails simultaneously."Daddy, James is playing with his food again," Emma announced with the serious tone of a child who took rule-following very seriously."I'm not playing, I'm building," James corrected with the patient air of someone who had explained this many times before. "This is the Leaning Tower of Pancakes.""It's going to fall," Angela warned, reaching over to steady the wobbling stack."That's the point," James said matter-of-factly. "Then I get to eat the ruins."Bella smiled as she flipped more pancakes at th

The first contraction hit Bella at three in the morning on a snowy February night, jolting her awake with a sharp pain that radiated across her lower back and around her swollen belly. She lay still for a moment, breathing through it, wondering if this was finally it or just another false alarm like the ones she'd been having for the past week.When the pain subsided, she glanced over at Killian, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, one arm thrown across his eyes to block out the soft glow from the nightlight they'd started keeping on for late-night bathroom trips. She didn't want to wake him yet – not until she was sure this was real labor and not just more Braxton Hicks contractions.Twenty minutes later, when the second contraction gripped her with unmistakable intensity, she knew this was it. Their baby was coming."Killian," she whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. "Killian, wake up."He was alert immediately, the way he'd been sleeping for the past month – ready to spring

The autumn leaves crunched beneath Bella's feet as she walked through the park, her hand resting protectively over the gentle curve of her growing belly. Six months had passed since the wedding, and life had settled into a rhythm she had never dared to dream possible. The morning sickness had finally subsided, leaving her with that radiant glow everyone talked about but she had never quite believed in until now.Killian walked beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her waist, occasionally glancing down at her with that same look of wonder and protectiveness that had become second nature to him. He still couldn't quite believe it sometimes – that they were married, that they were expecting their first child, that all the chaos and danger was truly behind them."I can't believe how much everything has changed," Bella said softly, watching Angela run ahead of them, chasing fallen leaves with unbridled joy. The little girl had grown so much in just these few months, both physically a

The day of the wedding had finally arrived. The morning sun streamed through the windows as everyone prepared for the ceremony. After all the chaos and danger they had faced, this day felt like a gift - a chance to celebrate love and new beginnings.The guests filled the chairs that had been arranged in neat rows, all facing toward the altar where Killian stood waiting. He looked handsome in his dark suit, but there was nervousness in his eyes as he watched the aisle, waiting for his bride to appear.When the music began to play, everyone turned to watch Bella walk down the aisle. She looked absolutely radiant in her mother's wedding gown. The dress fit her perfectly, as if it had been waiting all these years just for her. The lace caught the light beautifully, and the train flowed behind her like a river of silk.Nora walked beside her sister, holding a beautiful bouquet of white roses and baby's breath. She had insisted on being the one to walk Bella down the aisle, since they were