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A few days after Dera woke up from her coma, the atmosphere around the hospital slowly began changing from constant fear into something warmer, softer, and almost painfully normal again, although normal for their family still included dramatic arguments, emotional breakdowns, overprotective behavior, and Lora loudly threatening hospital cafeteria workers because they forgot extra sauce for the children’s chicken nuggets.Honestly, nobody expected peace anymore.They only hoped for survivable chaos.And somehow, that was enough.That afternoon, sunlight poured softly through the hospital windows while Dera rested against her pillows looking significantly healthier compared to the previous days, though the exhaustion beneath her eyes still remained visible enough to remind everyone how close they had come to losing her.Alex sat beside her bed working on documents from his company while pretending he was not secretly monitoring her every movement like an emotionally damaged security cam

The hospital had finally allowed Dera to rest properly after days of emotional chaos, meaning the adults around her were now aggressively forced out of the room whenever they became too loud, which unfortunately happened often because Alex and Lora together possessed the emotional stability of two dramatic television characters fighting for screen time. As a result, the triplets ended up spending most of the afternoon with Lora in the hospital lounge while Ji Lian handled an important phone call nearby, and although everyone originally believed this arrangement would be peaceful, they clearly forgot one crucial detail. Lora should never be left unsupervised with children for long periods of time. Especially three children who inherited both Dera’s stubbornness and Alex’s intelligence. “Okay,” Lora announced dramatically while sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by snacks she absolutely did not buy herself, “today’s lesson is survival yeah boys survival like basta Yun na

Ji Lian Chen was a patient man.Painfully patient.The kind of man who could sit through tense business meetings without raising his voice, negotiate with dangerous people while remaining perfectly calm, and survive family tragedies without completely falling apart in front of others.Unfortunately for him, however, none of those experiences properly prepared him for dating Lora Vergara on a daily basis.Especially not when she became dramatic in Tagalog.Which was always.That morning, Ji Lian woke up peacefully for exactly four minutes before hearing a loud groan echo through the apartment followed by aggressive Filipino cursing that sounded emotionally personal toward the entire universe.“PUTANGINA MO TALAGA!”Ji Lian slowly opened his eyes while staring blankly at the ceiling for several seconds.Not because he was shocked anymore. That phase of the relationship ended months ago.At this point, he mostly just wanted to know what caused the daily emotional crisis this time.Anothe

I used to think relationships were supposed to feel dramatic all the time.You know grand confessions in the rain, toxic tension, screaming matches followed by passionate reconciliations, the kind of romance that feels like a car crash but somehow gets romanticized in movies because everyone is apparently mentally unstable there.Then I met Ji Lian Chen ang pogi kong asawa akkkk kinikilig parin ako tangina.And somehow, against all odds, I fell in love with the human version of deep breathing exercises.Which was honestly insulting.Because how dare someone stay calm while dating me?“Why are you staring at me like that?” Ji Lian asked without even looking up from the steering wheel while driving, his voice carrying that usual calmness that always made me want to either kiss him or annoy him aggressively.“I’m thinking.”“That’s dangerous.”I gasped dramatically from the passenger seat.“Wow,” I said while placing a hand over my chest, “so this is emotional abuse now?”Ji Lian sighed

The hospital room remained chaotic long after Dera woke up, because once the initial shock and relief settled slightly, everyone suddenly seemed to remember all at once how terrified they had been for the past several days, and instead of becoming calm normal human beings about it, they all processed their emotions in the loudest and most emotionally unstable ways possible.Dion refused to stop clinging to Dera’s arm.Deya cried every five minutes even while smiling.Alexion kept pretending he was composed while secretly wiping his eyes whenever nobody looked directly at him.Lora somehow managed to cry and complain simultaneously.And Alex?Alex looked like a man who had survived the apocalypse only to realize afterward that he still had no idea how to breathe properly again.He remained close to Dera constantly, almost unconsciously hovering beside her bed like his entire nervous system still refused to believe she would stay alive unless he physically stayed near her, and every sin

For one terrifying second after Dera opened her eyes, nobody moved.Not Alex.Not the nurses rushing into the room.Not even Lora, who had spent the last several days talking nonstop like silence itself offended her personally.Because after so many sleepless nights, after too many moments of hope ending in disappointment, everyone had become afraid of believing too quickly, afraid that this would disappear the moment they reached for it.Alex stared at Dera like a man witnessing a miracle he no longer thought he deserved to see.Her eyes were still weak and unfocused from the coma, her breathing uneven, her body exhausted beyond imagination, but she was awake.Alive.Looking back at him.“...Alex?”Her voice came out barely above a whisper, rough and fragile from days of silence, but the moment Alex heard it, something inside him completely broke apart.“Baby…”The word escaped him like a prayer.His trembling hands immediately cupped her face carefully as tears filled his eyes so fa

The road to Palermo was a jagged ribbon of asphalt carved into the limestone cliffs, the Tyrrhenian Sea churning below like a pot of black ink. Cali sat in the passenger seat of the armored SUV, her midnight-black suit crisp, her grumpy face illuminated by the rhythmic glow of the dashboard.Beside her, Devi drove with a ruthless, one-handed grip on the wheel. He didn’t look at the road his obsessive gaze flickered constantly to the side, checking the pulse point in Cali’s neck, the way her fingers curled around the pearl-handled derringer in her lap."You're too quiet, Cali baby," Devi murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that fought the hum of the engine. "Usually, you’re telling me to drive into a ravine. This silence... it smells like a massacre."Cali didn't look at him. She stared at her reflection in the window a ghost in the glass. "I'm thinking about the second act, Devi. Tosca. It ends with a betrayal and a leap into the abyss. My father always loved the drama of it.

The air in the Sicilian villa was thick with the scent of lemon trees and ancient, cooling stone a sharp contrast to the metallic tang of blood that had followed them from Rome. Devi’s hand was a heavy, possessive weight on the small of Cali’s back as they stepped through the arched threshold of the master suite. He didn't just walk he claimed the space, his obsessive gaze never leaving the back of Cali's neck.Cali didn't look at the sprawling view of the Ionian Sea. She looked at the black sapphire on her finger, the thorn-edged band a constant reminder of the ruthless world she was now ruling. Her grumpy mask was firmly in place, her jaw set so tight it ached."You’re home, Cali baby," Devi murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made the fine hairs on her arms stand up."I’m in a cage with a better view, Devi. There’s a difference," she snapped, her mean eyes flashing as she turned to face him.Devi stepped into her space, his shadow swallowing her whole. He reached out

The Tuscan hills were a rolling sea of gold and silver-green, but to Cali, the landscape was a blur of high-speed curves and a rising, jagged fury. She sat in the back of the armored SUV, her hands steady as she checked the safety on the pearl-handled derringer. She was wearing Devi’s charcoal suit jacket over her own thin slip, a stark, masculine weight that smelled of his sandalwood and a decade of his obsession.Devi sat beside her, his silence a possessive weight. He didn't look at the horizon he looked at her profile, his thumb tracing the jagged scar on his own palm a reminder of a war he’d fought before she even knew his name."We're three minutes out, Cali baby," Devi murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that cut through the sterile hum of the air conditioning. "Your mother is on the north terrace. She’s waiting for a wire transfer that isn't coming." Cali didn’t turn. Her grumpy mask was fixed, her jaw set in a line so hard it was a wonder it didn’t shatter. "I don'

The Roman skyline was a jagged crown of gold and smog as Cali stood on the rooftop of the Santoro safehouse. She was no longer the girl in the moth-eaten hoodie. She wore a tailored charcoal wool coat, the black sapphire on her finger catching the light of the rising sun.Behind her, the silk factory was still belching black smoke into the Trastevere district."The Commission is meeting at the Pantheon in an hour," Devi’s voice drifted from the shadows. He had cleaned the blood from his face, but the ruthless edge in his eyes remained. He walked toward her, his possessive stride slow, his gaze fixed on the back of her neck. "They think we’re dead, Cali baby. Or worse—they think we’re hiding."Cali didn't turn around. Her grumpy face was set in a mask of arctic stone. "Let them think what they want. By the time I’m done with the ledger I found in that lab, they won't be worried about our deaths. They’ll be worried about their own."She turned, her mean smirk flashing. "You didn't tel

The metallic clatter of the silver handcuffs hitting the stone floor was the loudest sound in the room, a final tolling bell for the man Devi used to be. For twenty years, he had been the architect of her cage now, he stood before her as a soldier in her army.Devi rubbed his bruised wrists, his obsessive gaze never leaving Cali’s face. He didn't look like a man who had just been imprisoned by his wife he looked like a man who had finally seen his god."The consort," Devi repeated, his voice a low, ruthless rumble of approval. He stepped over the crumpled form of the 'Ice Queen' clone, his boots crunching on the glass of the shattered biometric scanner. "I've spent my whole life making sure no one could touch you, Cali baby. I didn't realize I was just waiting for you to learn how to hit back."Cali didn't smile. Her grumpy face was set in a mask of cold, clinical fury. She reached out and grabbed the lapels of his ruined white shirt, pulling him down until their foreheads crashed

The North Tower felt like a tomb that had forgotten how to stay quiet. The hum of the high-voltage biometric locks was a constant, jagged reminder that the King was now a prisoner of his own obsession.Cali stood by the heavy oak door, her midnight-black suit slightly rumpled from the morning’s confrontation at the gate. She didn't look at Devi yet. She looked at the small, handheld monitor in her hand, watching the red dot of the Valenti motorcade retreat into the dusty Sicilian distance."You handled him," Devi’s voice drifted from the shadows of the bed, a low, ruthless rasp that carried a trace of poisoned fatigue. He was still shackled, the velvet-lined silver cuffs clinking as he shifted his weight. "I could hear the gravel under their tires. You didn't blink, did you, Cali baby?" Cali walked toward the bed, her grumpy face set in a mask of clinical, icy detachment. She climbed onto the mattress, her bare feet silent on the black silk. She sat on his lap, the black sapphire