Nobela ni Temi

The palace of Valora had never known a day without chaos, but that morning began differently. A soft hush lingered in the royal chambers, broken only by birdsong drifting through the tall windows. Then— A piercing shriek. “Carl!” Ariel suddenly leaped from their bed, her hair flying wildly as she dashed toward the bathroom. Carl, lying half-asleep with his hair in a tousled mess, blinked lazily at the ceiling. Then the memory of everything slammed back into his brain—the sleepless nights, the never-ending crying of infants, the seven miracles that had turned their palace into a nursery. His heart stopped cold. “Oh no… no, no, no,” he muttered, springing out of bed like a soldier under attack. He stumbled after Ariel and pressed his ear to the bathroom door, whispering cautiously, “Ariel… please don’t tell me you’re throwing up again?” Her muffled voice shot back, sharp and impatient. “What the hell, Carl? How many months are the kids no

The honeymoon days had passed in golden bliss. For Adrian, Lilian, and Charlotte, every sunrise had been filled with laughter, playful quarrels, and boundless affection. But as all seasons do, the honeymoon too came to an end. On their last morning, Charlotte stood by the balcony of the seaside villa, gazing at the horizon with dreamy eyes. The waves shimmered under the kiss of dawn. She sighed softly. “I will truly miss this place,” she whispered, clutching Lilian’s hand as though afraid the memory might slip away. Lilian chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair from Charlotte’s cheek. “You sentimental goose. Yes, it was paradise… but now we’re going back to real life. And real life, with Adrian, is about to be much more exciting.” The two women exchanged a conspiratorial smile. When Adrian finally emerged from the room—still rubbing sleep from his eyes—they both linked arms with him. “Ready, Your Highness?” Lilian teased. “Whether you’re ready or n

That night in the hotel, the atmosphere was calm and glowing with soft golden light. The curtains swayed gently with the night breeze, and the city lights glittered far below like a thousand stars. Charlotte leaned against Adrian’s shoulder, her smile gentle and full of warmth. Her voice was soft but firm, like someone speaking from the depth of her heart. “Thank you, husband,” she whispered. “I’m so excited… I never thought I’d find such happiness.” Then, turning her gaze to Lilian, Charlotte’s eyes shimmered. “And thank you too, Lilian, for making me part of this family. I never imagined an orphan like me could share a home—and a husband—with the president’s daughter. It still feels like a dream. Ariel was the first to give me hope, but you, Lilian… you did not reject me. And finally, our husband—our crown—accepted me too. How could I not be grateful?” Lilian’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. She reached for Charlotte’s hands, gripping them with sincerity.

The honeymoon began with laughter. Charlotte and Lilian, glowing in matching silk gowns, walked hand-in-hand down the polished marble steps of the hotel while Adrian followed a few steps behind. His head was bowed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his mind still reeling from the absurdity of everything that had happened at the wedding. God has truly blessed me, he thought silently. But how do I even thank Him? Me — a man with two wives. Am I dreaming? When Charlotte glanced back, she saw her husband lost in thought, his brow furrowed as though he was solving a kingdom’s crisis instead of enjoying his honeymoon. She nudged Lilian and giggled. Together, the two brides rushed back, linked their arms around him, and tugged hard. “Stop thinking so much, my lord husband!” Lilian teased, her voice soft but playful. “You married us, not a library of worries,” Charlotte added. Before Adrian could respond, both of them pulled him along, their laughter ringing li

The great hall of Valora glittered brighter than the stars themselves. Chandeliers dripped with golden light, flowers hung from the rafters in cascades of white and crimson, and music floated through the air like honey. Guests filled every corner — nobles in their finest robes, servants sneaking peeks from behind pillars, and even townsfolk pressed close to the windows, determined not to miss the kingdom’s most talked-about event. Adrian, the ever-serious surgeon-prince, stood in the center dressed in robes of white and gold. To his left stood Charlotte, radiant and teary-eyed, while to his right stood Lilian, her smile soft yet full of nervous energy. The sight alone was enough to send whispers racing across the hall. “Two brides?” one noblewoman gasped behind her fan. “Only in Valora,” another muttered, barely containing her laughter. King Zubrel clapped his hands and raised his voice. “Let it be known — today, my son Adrian weds not one, but two wives. A bon

The palace was never this noisy. From dawn, laughter and music echoed through every corridor, spilling into the streets of Valora. Nobles in glittering robes, ministers with proud steps, and even townsfolk sneaking peeks at the grand decorations whispered the same thing: “Prince Adrian is finally marrying… not one, but two wives.” The grand hall sparkled with gold drapes, chandeliers swaying with crystals, and flower petals scattered across the aisle. The atmosphere was so charged that even the guards could barely keep a straight face. Carl stood at the entrance with Ariel in his arms—still refusing to let her walk—while their seven children were safely under Isabella’s watchful eye. The crowd’s eyes followed Carl as much as Adrian. Ariel whispered in his ear, cheeks burning, “Carl, this is not your wedding. Put me down.” But Carl only muttered stubbornly, “I nearly lost you. For today, I’ll carry you even if it kills me.” The crowd laughed, adding fuel to

The blood wouldn’t stop. It sprayed. Poured. Rushed like a broken dam. Lilian’s vision blurred. Her head spun. Her chest tightened. Her breath caught in her throat— It’s over, she thought. Voices echoed from somewhere far away: “Dr. Lilian!” “Do something!” “Pressure! Pressure now!” But she no longer heard them. Her mind slipped into darkness, swallowed by panic, fatigue, and the overwhelming smell of iron. Until— A soft whisper pierced the chaos. “You are a champion, Mom… I vote for you.” Aiden’s voice. Clear. Strong. Innocent. Then another—gentle, brave: “You are not an ordinary doctor, Mum. You’re a fighter… you fight for life.” Aria. Her little girl. Her heartbeat. Her children. Her world. Her reason for surviving. Another flash—Aiden again: “No doctor is as brave as you. You’re the best, Mom.” And then— A memory. She saw herself kissing their foreheads that morning, whispering, “I’ll come home safe.” Something ignited inside her. Hope. Fire. A mother

Lilian’s mind went blank. A thousand voices rushed past her but none reached her. Nurses shouted. A stretcher rolled. Footsteps echoed. Alarms screamed through the corridor. But she heard nothing. She felt nothing. Her body moved on instinct, pushing Chairman Lawson toward the operating room with trembling hands. The world around her shifted like a blurry fog, as though she was walking underwater. Lord… help me. Her soft whisper dissolved in the chaos. Just as she reached the OR doors, two shadows stepped in front of her. Lawson’s wife—icy eyes, flawless diamonds, a woman who looked like she had never been told “no” in her life. And beside her… Her son. The cruel one. The one people feared more than his father. The one whose name alone could make a city tremble.He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “If my father dies…” His breath touched her ear. “Then forget about leaving this hospital alive.” Lilian didn’t flinch. Not because she was fearless

Ethan didn’t sleep. As soon as he returned from the airport, he ordered all security footage from the last twelve hours. His men rushed to bring recordings, and he sat in the monitoring room like a man possessed. Then the screen froze. There. A woman in a white dress. Sunglasses. Graceful… familiar. Lilian. His heart stopped. He leaned closer, eyes widening as he saw two children beside her. Aiden and Aria. Aiden looked exactly like him. The same sharp jaw. The same stormy eyes. But Aria— Aria looked different. Smaller. More delicate. Nothing like him. Ethan’s brows furrowed. So she had two children… but only one looks like me? The thought sliced him deeply. Did she leave him… and have another child with another man? He shut his eyes and inhaled sharply. No. I’ll ask her myself. When I find her. “Locate her,” Ethan commanded coldly. “I don’t care what name she used. Bring her to me.” “Yes, sir!” For two days, his men searched everywhere.

Aiden hurried down the crowded airport hallway, weaving between passengers, eyes scanning every face. He had lost Ethan. Completely. The man was nowhere in sight. He searched left, right, even circled the terminal twice — but Ethan had already slipped away into the sea of travelers. --- Meanwhile… Aria spotted her mother walking back with the drink and instantly panicked. She ducked behind a pillar, heart racing. Mum must not know we moved… she’ll kill us, she thought. But then Aiden didn’t return. Aria’s eyes widened. “Oh no… Aiden!” She stepped out of hiding and quietly ran off to search for him too. --- Lilian Returns When Lilian reached where she left her children… Empty. No Aiden. No Aria. Her heart dropped. Her hands trembled so violently the bottle almost slipped. “Aiden? Aria!?” she called out, voice cracking. No answer. Fear washed over her like ice water. She began running through the terminal, checking every corner, every bench, every hallway. Her

Five years passed.Five years of Ethan searching.Five years of unanswered prayers, sleepless nights, and dead ends.He searched every hospital, every clinic, every border.He hired detectives, sent men to different countries, and even chased rumors that led nowhere.But still—no Lilian.Yet he never stopped.Not even once.To the world, Ethan Brook looked like a man who had moved on.But inside him, there was a grave that never closed.He had never stopped searching desperately. ---Across the Ocean…Lilian was no longer the broken girl who once cried herself to sleep.She had become one of the most promising young surgeons abroad, known for her precision and brilliance. Her internship was ending, and she had only one final mandatory surgery left before becoming a fully recognized surgeon.When her supervising professor called her in, she already had a bad feeling.“There is a complicated cardiac case,” the professor explained.“The patient is in your home country. You are the only

The moment Ethan burst through the front door, his eyes swept the living room like a storm.Blood.Her phone.Silence.No Lilian.His chest tightened painfully.Emily stood there trembling, wringing her hands as if trying to squeeze out a lie that would save her.Ethan’s voice cracked like thunder.“Where is she?”Emily flinched. Her lips trembled. “I—I told you… she’s dead.”Ethan seized her by the wrist.“Look me in the eyes and say that again.”Emily’s breath hitched. Panic clawed up her throat. She hadn’t expected this reaction. She thought he would simply accept her words. But Ethan’s face was terrifying—cold, sharp, wild.So she did what cowards always do.She changed her story.“I–I panicked,” she stuttered. “I didn’t mean it like that.”Ethan’s grip tightened. “Explain.”Emily swallowed hard.“I saw her… she ran out after you left. She looked dizzy, like she wasn’t herself. Then she—she took the car and sped off.”Her voice wavered.“I followed her. And then her car… it crashe