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Third Person Pov Michelle, Los Angeles renowned celebrity wedding planner, leaned back against the soft cushions in the balcony of Mr Roland's breathtaking mansion. Kate, the soon to be bride of Mr Roland laid beside her, her knees drawn to her chest, worrying her lip. Fingers digging into her plan leaving deep marks. "I just don't know if I should do this, Michelle." Kate whispered in a cracked voice. "What if Roland doesn't love me? What if I'm making the biggest mistake of my entire life?"Michelle fought hard not to roll her eyes. One reason being she didn't want to ruin her expensive hybrid lashes, and on one hand she didn't want to lose a well paying client. She could just imagine the headlines "Celebrity Wedding Planner, Michelle Dune, loses a high profile client. " Not on her watch. All because a rich girl couldn't make up her fucking mind. Looking into Kate's eyes trying to be as sincere as possible, she cajoled her. "Oh honey. I truly understand." All the while shifting

THIRD PERSON POV The masked intruders didn't give a bloody damn that Callum's skull might be injured from the loud thud they heard. All they cared about was to fuck, concussion be damned. They hauled the couple- Mira and Callum across the wooden floor like cheap livestock. Pushing them tighter in the middle of the room, they forced the both of them on all fours. Without wasting more time, Callum had his pyjama bottoms yanked off to his thighs. His bouncy cheeks kissed the cool air, asshole twitching helplessly waiting for what would come next. The other masked guy with Mira did the same to her. He pulled her flimsy string thong down her fleshy thighs, where they hanged in ruins. The men dropped behind them, hands on their hips, fingers digging into their supple asses. Callum had the guy behind him bury his face into his fat cheeks. A fat, rough tongue dragged slowly from his tight nutsack, up to Callum's tight asshole. Gerald who was pretending, speared his tongue inside his b

Mira's Pov My heart slammed against my ribs at the sound of heavy footsteps. I had strangers in my house. Bolting up from the bed, my eyes scanned our bedroom, looking up the ceiling like it had the answers to why there were people in my fucking house. Straining my ears again to catch any sound, I heard muffled voices before it went quiet. Callum lay beside me, stiff as a board. Looking at him I could tell he wasn't asleep because he looked too performative laying there. I swallowed hard, listening for any sounds but I didn't hear anything again. Maybe it's just my overactive imagination? Maybe I should just stop watching an unhealthy amount of porn invasion? Yeah right. Taking in a shaky breath, I slid off the bed. My sheer white nighties rode up my hips the moment my small feet hit the floor. The hem barely covered half of my ass, since I'd put on a bit of weight from the time I bought it. My tits jiggled restlessly with every deep fearful breath I took. The matching white

Mira's Pov It's been a month since that dinner night that Callum ripped off my soaked panties and fingered fucked my greedy cunt senseless, whispering about masked men double teaming the both of us like cheap whores. I thought that was a breaking point in our stunted marriage, but I was dead ass wrong. Every morning I'd wake up with a wet throbbing pussy- lips swollen, clit pulsing, slick dripping between my thighs eager for a hard cock but none came so I go back to sleep back at night unsatisfied. Also, I was always eager when Callum left home for work. I'd quickly lock myself in our bedroom, panties on my ankles before his car even left the driveway. Spreading my legs like a cheap whore, panties restricting it, I attacked my swollen clit while my secret stash of porn collection plays on a loop. Since Callum is so fond of borrowing my laptop for work instead of just buying a new gadget, I have a whole folder labelled "food recipes."One I hope his curiosity would not lead him t

CALLUM'S POV Don was really going hard at my wife's mouth, tongue fucking her throat. Her heavy tits bounced out of control in her dress, every time he shoved his tongue harder. With the way he kissed, I bet he fucked hard. He would leave her pussy aching for weeks. Mira made greedy little sounds. It was as if she was in another timeline, forgetting that this was her matrimonial home and not some cheap brothel. Gerald whisper screamed. "Holy shit....."I turned around, and slapped my hand over his mouth before they noticed and shoved him back into the kitchen. "Sshhhhhh!! Not a fucking sound." I hissed. Back in the kitchen, my heart was hammering in my chest. I started crashing dry plates, turning on the kitchen sink on full blast to create noise. I wanted them to rip their mouths away from each other before going in there, so they wouldn't know we caught them. Gerald could tell his cousin we saw, but I wanted Mira to be in the dark. After a bit of the faux performance. I nodd

Callum's Pov When we finally took our seats at the dinner table, I had the chance to really see what my wife was putting on. Mira wore a purple dress with a thick plunge neckline that barely held on. She had always had full heavy tits, which were almost spilling out. The fabric looked sheer too, her tits shone invitingly like they were begging to be manhandled and sucked. "You look fucking gorgeous, babe. " I told her. She blushes hard, biting her lip as she saw my eyes on her cleavage. Don sat beside her, his eyes glued to my wife's hefty melons, not even looking away with me present. Mira got nervous with all the stares so she shifted uncomfortably on her seat. Every move sent her huge titties softly bouncing, her fat nipples poking the material, both screaming for attention. My cock thickened in my too tight slacks, crown pressed against my zipper. Gerald's lusty stare on my face didn't help my cock situation. Dinner was delicious. No surprise there since Mira is an amazing

Olivia's POVI stood in the kitchen sipping my morning coffee. The sun was shining through the windows into the kitchen area.Wow! I can't believe how time has flew by. My babies were soon going to be five years old. Today was going to be thier first day in creche. They weren't still my babies, but weren't so little anymore.No more diaper changing, burning and cradling to sleep. They were little humans with their own personalities and preferences now."Mommy! Look at my backpack!" Sophia shouted, bursting into the kitchen. She twirled around, showing me her backpack with it's unicorn on it.Her hair was packed with colourful ribbons into pigtails. She was excited, her body vibrating.She had my eyes and nose but that was were the similarities ended, she was Xander's carbon copy."It's perfect, sweetie," I said, kneeling down to hug her. "You look so grown up."Alexander dragged his own backpack into the kitchen. His face all grumpy as his dark hair fell into his eyes ."Mine's way

Xander's POVThe doors of the hospital shut behind us as we stepped into the hot afternoon air. We've just being cleared to go home by Dr. Ramirez. Olivia held Sophia wrapped in a fluffy blanket, while I held Alexander as we made our way towards the car. Ethan was behind us, pushing a stroller that was stacked with bags and other things we brought to the hospital. "Easy there, Liv," I said softly, helping her gently into the car. She still looked beautiful as always even though they was exhaustion on her face.The twins kept us all night with their cries.Who knew babies could have such a strong vocal cord.Them not crying now was a small victory. And please they should be like that till we got home.Ethan quickly assembled the babies chairs, double checking if it was properly placed. "I've got the babies secure. Let's get out of here before they decide to throw a concert again."I chuckled, starting the engine. "Thanks, man. We couldn't do this without you."As we pulled into our d

Olivia's POVThe delivery room faded behind us as I was being moved to a normal hospital ward. The new room was bigger and so spacious. It had a window overlooking the city, the city lights mixing with the bright lights in the room. The twins were still in my arms screaming their lungs out. They hadn't stopped crying since the nurses cleaned them out. I was gently placed on the bed in the room, the babies placed in a crib at my beside.Xander still held my hand as if he was afraid of letting go. His eyes were red rimmed even know he had a big smile on his face. "You did it, Liv," he whispered, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "You're amazing. Look at our babies, they're perfect."I smiled weakly, too exhausted to say much. "They are. Our little miracles."The nurses bustled about checking my IV fluid and the heart monitor I was connected to. One kind nurses took the babies from the crib, for weighing them and doing extra checkups. "Mom needs a bit of rest now," she said softly.

Olivia's POVThe bay shower wrapped up hours ago. The backyard was still littered with confetti and ribbons. Maya was here with us but have to leave because she had a shift at the hospital. I couldn't believe we were having a boy and girl. The perfect bunch. We were currently in the kitchen with me standing by the counter yapping away as Ethan and Xander cleaned up. Xander was scrubbing the sink tat was littered with spilled food and liquids. Ethan loaded the dishwasher with the dirty dishes. "Mom, you sure you don't want to sit down?" Ethan asked, glancing over his shoulder. "You've been on your feet all day."I waved him off with a smile. "I'm fine. The standing helps with the swelling. Besides I want to stay with you two."Xander turned, drying his wet hands on a towel. "Babe, listen to Ethan. Go to the living room and put your feet up. When I'm done here I'll come give you a massage."The men in my life was so protective. I wanted to protest but I knew it wouldn't nudge Xande

Olivia's PovMy mind still spun from Dr. Ramirez words. “Mrs. Olivia, you're having twins." I couldn't believe I had two little humans in my belly. It was unbelievable. My stomach felt bigger than it already was. Xander was way too excited about this outcome. He was practically vibrating as he sat behind the wheel."Oh my God, Liv," his voice filled with glee. "Twins. We're having two whole babies."I pushed the car seat backwards to settle properly. I felt bigger than usual. "I know. It's... overwhelming. But good kind of overwhelming, right?"He grinned, that big, goofy smile that made me melt into a puddle. "The best kind. I can't wait to tell Ethan. He's gonna freak out."And freak out he did. When we got home and broke the news to him, his eyes widened. He looked from me, my stomach and Xander's face. "Twins? For real? Mom, you're carrying two mini-mes in there?"I laughed, entering his arms he spread open for a hug. "Not mini-yous, you fucker. But yeah, twins."He stepped b

Olivia's POVThe days after the sacred we had blurred together. Also, that incident with Ethan storming into the hospital room to puch Xander in the face. After that day, he incident he moved in with us until I gave birth. Which was ridiculous but he insisted. I tried talking him out of it but he wouldn't budge, saying. "Mom, I'm not leaving you alone with this guy," he'd said, half-joking, half-serious, shooting Xander a glare.Xander took it well, his face still red from the pinch. "Fair enough, man. I deserved that one." The bruise on Xander's handsome face faded faster. The one of my stomach took a lot of time, still hurting and changing colors every now and then.Ethan and Xander reconciled not long after, apologizing to each other. Ethan sating he was an asshole and he acted irrational. They hugged and it made my heart warm seeing them that way.With Ethan around the house, the place felt more refreshing. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband but it was different having anoth

Ariana’s POVFive years later.The villa looks different now — warmer, fuller, lived in. Flowers climb the stone walls, laughter spills from the garden, and the faint scent of cinnamon and sea salt lingers in the air.It doesn’t feel like a fortress anymore. It feels like home.I’m sitting on the porch swing, a book half-forgotten in my lap, when the sound of running feet pulls me from my thoughts.“Mommy!”I barely have time to look up before Elio barrels toward me, curls bouncing, eyes bright. He’s five now — wild, fearless, and every bit his father’s son.“Slow down, baby!” I call, but he’s already leaping into my arms.He giggles as I catch him, breathless and full of sunshine. “Daddy said we can go to the beach!”I smile. “Did he now?”“Uh-huh!” He nods fiercely. “He said if you say yes.”Behind him, Damian appears — older maybe, but somehow softer. His hair is a little longer, his smile a little easier. He’s holding a picnic basket and shaking his head fondly.“You always sell m

Damien's Pov My wedding dress hangs near the window, white silk, simple but elegant, nothing like the extravagant one from our first wedding. That one had been a performance, a cage wrapped in luxury. This one feels like freedom.I sit up slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. My reflection in the mirror looks softer than I remember. Not because I’m flawless, the faint scars on my wrist, the tired lines near my eyes but because I look alive.A knock on the door breaks my thoughts.“Come in,” I call.Hale steps inside, dressed neatly in a charcoal suit, holding a bouquet of pale roses. “You ready to make an honest man out of my boss?”I laugh quietly. “He’s already honest now. That’s what scares me.”Hale grins. “He’s been pacing since dawn. I think he’s more nervous than you.”“Good,” I say, smiling faintly. “It’s his turn.”He chuckles, handing me the bouquet. “You look beautiful, Ariana. Really. You deserve this.”The words hit somewhere deep. I swallow, blinking back the

Damian’s POVIt starts with a phone call I never expected.I’m in the study, sorting through contracts when Hale knocks once and steps inside, phone in hand. His expression tells me everything before he even speaks.“Your mother,” he says quietly.The pen slips from my fingers. “What?”He nods, offering me the phone. “She asked to speak to you. Said it’s important.”For a moment, I just stare at the screen, the name I haven’t seen in years glowing back at me like a ghost. Mother.My throat goes dry. The last time we spoke, her words were final.“You’ve disgraced this family, Damian. We can’t support your choices.”I’d told her she could keep her approval. I’d walked away and never looked back. Until now.Ariana steps into the doorway, hair tied up, a faint trace of flour on her cheek from baking with Elio. “What’s wrong?”I swallow. “My mother’s on the line.”Her eyes widen a little, then soften. “After all this time?”“Apparently.”Hale sets the phone down and leaves, closing the do

Damien's Pov Ariana sits beside me. She looks… peaceful. Or maybe she’s just better at pretending. Her hand rests on her lap, fingers brushing against the edge of Elio’s pacifier she carries everywhere. I want to reach for her hand, but something in me hesitates.Dr. Langley, the therapist, clears her throat softly. “Thank you both for coming in today. First sessions are always the hardest.”I almost snort. Hardest? She hasn’t seen hard. Hard was watching Ariana get taken. Hard was holding her afterward, blood on both our hands, whispering promises I wasn’t sure I could keep.Ariana beats me to a response. “We’re… trying,” she says quietly. Dr. Langley nods. “That’s a good place to start.” She looks at me next. “Damien, what made you agree to come?”Her tone is gentle. Too gentle. It grates on my nerves.I shift in my seat, leaning forward, elbows on my knees. “Because she asked me to.”Ariana glances at me. Dr. Langley hums. “And what do you want to get out of being here?”I want

Ariana's Pov Damian’s grip on my hand is firm, grounding. He hasn’t spoken in a while, but his thumb moves slowly against my skin. The judge clears his throat. “Will the defendant please rise.”Adrian stands. His cuffs rattle faintly, the only sound in the room.He looks different now, a bit subdued. The foreman stands, paper trembling slightly in her hand. “We, the jury, find the defendant, Adrian Cole, guilty on all counts.”The words hang in the air.Kidnapping.Endangerment.Assault.Conspiracy.Each one lands like a nail sealing the coffin of a man who once thought himself untouchable.I exhale shakily. Damian’s shoulders sag, the tension leaving his body in a slow wave. Hale, standing near the door, closes his eyes for a brief moment — silent relief.The judge speaks again, voice even. “Given the nature and gravity of these crimes, this court hereby sentences the defendant to thirty years without the possibility of parole.”There’s a murmur, reporters scribbling, the audience

Ariana's Pov Damian’s hand rests lightly on my back as we walk through the double doors, past the swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.“Just keep your eyes forward,” he murmurs.I nod, though my pulse thunders loud enough to drown him out.Inside, the courtroom feels colder than it should. Polished wood. White walls. Rows of strangers waiting to witness the end of something evil.And in the center of it all, him.Adrian sits at the defendant’s table, wrists cuffed, a faint smirk on his face. He’s wearing the same expression he wore when he cornered me with— calm, detached, superior. His eyes find mine.For a heartbeat, it’s like we’re back there, the room, the baby’s cry, the terror. My chest tightens, but Damian’s fingers slide into mine, grounding me.“Don’t give him power,” Damian whispers. “Not anymore.”I inhale slowly. Exhale. And when I look back, I meet Adrian’s gaze without flinching.He blinks, surprised. Then the smirk fades.The bailiff calls for silence. The judge e