Novels by rae35343

Ethan strode into the hospital, every step fueled by adrenaline and the fierce need to see Talia and the twins. But reality hit him hard, hospital protocols weren't bypassed by billionaire status. Nurses asked for IDs, insurance details, and proof of relationship to the mother and babies. He had none of these.Talia, in her room, exhausted and unaware that Ethan was already there, fought through contractions with Mia by her side. Meanwhile, Ethan navigated the red tape, frustration building as minutes ticked by. He couldn't just storm in; he had to play their game.He clenched his jaw, determined not to lose precious time. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a nurse led him down the corridor toward Talia's room. Ethan's heart pounded , but Talia still had no idea he knew.Ethan's heart hammered as he strode into the hospital lobby, a cold sweat clinging to his palms despite the controlled calm he tried to project. He had no contact with Talia , no way to prepare her for his arr

Talia barely had time to process the sudden gush of warmth before she gasped, clutching her belly. "Mia! It's happening… my water just broke!" Panic and excitement tangled in her voice.Mia, ever the quick-thinker, sprang into action. "Okay, deep breaths! Grab your hospital bag, and I'm calling a cab, no way we're waiting for an Uber!"Despite the chaos, Talia couldn't help but laugh at Mia's frantic but determined energy. "Girl, you sound like you've done this before!""Trust me, this is *not* my first rodeo, and I'm not losing you now. Twins or not, you're coming with me!"As they sped to the hospital, contractions started to build, slow and steady. Two whole days stretched ahead, full of nerves, laughter between pain, and Mia's relentless pep talks.Meanwhile, miles away, Ethan was locked in a boardroom, oblivious to the storm unfolding in Talia's life. His phone buzzed repeatedly with updates from his assistant , the news hitting him like a freight train. His baby was arriving, an

The days seemed to stretch endlessly for Talia. Her belly had grown round and heavy, the twins kicking and shifting like they were eager to meet the world, but her body was protesting every movement. Morning sickness that had once been a fleeting visitor now lingered longer, waves of nausea rolling through her even in the late afternoons. Sleep was a stranger, replaced by restless tossing and waking to a thousand little aches."Mia, I swear, if one more person asks me if I'm carrying triplets, I might just scream," Talia groaned, sinking onto the worn couch in their tiny apartment. Her feet throbbed, swollen from standing too long during her recent fashion gig.Mia plopped down beside her with a sympathetic smile. "Well, you *are* making it look like a full-blown circus in there. Twins aren't easy, you know."Talia gave a bitter chuckle, rubbing her temple. "Easy would be too much to ask for. I feel like my body is revolting. And you know what the worst part is? I don't even have Etha

Talia woke up to the soft hum of the city outside her window, the late spring sun filtering through thin curtains. She stretched carefully, mindful of the little life growing inside her. Four months pregnant now, the fatigue came in waves, but so did moments of fierce determination. Today was one of those moments.She'd been busy preparing samples for an upcoming client, tweaking her designs, and dreaming bigger than ever. The pop-up event success still played like a sweet melody in her mind. Mia had been her rock through it all , always ready with a joke or a shoulder to lean on.After a quick breakfast, Mia swung by the apartment, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. "Morning, mama bear," she teased, handing Talia her cup. "How's the fashion queen today?"Talia laughed, "Surviving, thanks to you. These twins better be the most stylish babies on the block."They settled on the couch, flipping through Talia's newest sketches. "You really are doing this," Mia said, eyes shining. "From

The morning sun streamed through the small apartment window, casting warm light on Talia's cluttered workspace. She sat hunched over her sketches, sipping on lukewarm coffee, her growing belly making it harder to find a comfortable position."Mia, do you think anyone will actually come to this pop-up today?" Talia asked, nervously biting her lip.Mia bounced in place, full of excitement. "Of course! You've worked too hard not to have people show up. Besides, your designs are amazing, people will notice."Talia smiled, but the anxiety lingered. This wasn't just any event, it was her chance to prove herself in the fashion world, and maybe, just maybe, turn the tide on her life.---Unbeknownst to Talia, across town in a sleek, glass-walled office, Ethan Wolfe reviewed the event's schedule. He didn't plan to attend, but through his connections, he had discreetly invested in the pop-up, ensuring it showcased promising talent—namely, a certain pregnant designer he was desperate to find."M

The glass clinked gently as Ethan Wolfe set down his tumbler of scotch, untouched. Manhattan's skyline stretched out before him, lights flickering like the city was whispering secrets he couldn't quite grasp. But his mind wasn't on mergers or board meetings.It was on her.Talia.That night had been a blur, but her laughter still echoed in his mind. Her smile, disarming. Her touch, unforgettable.And then… she was gone.He'd told himself it didn't matter. That she was just another mistake. One of many blurry nights during those rare times he let himself loosen the reins. But that was a lie he couldn't keep swallowing."Still nothing?" Ethan asked without turning, knowing Marcus, his head of security, stood behind him."No, sir," Marcus replied. "The investigator tracked down the hotel she stayed in. Paid in cash, no ID. The club cameras show her leaving alone."Ethan's jaw clenched. "What about the name?""She gave Ethan… only your first name, apparently."Of course she did. No number