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John’s POVThree years had passed since I last saw her, and still, no signs of my mysterious Bella. I had held onto the pendant she left behind, knowing it was a foolish thing to do. Every day I told myself it was delusional, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t bring myself to let go of the hope that somehow, someday, I would find her again.I buried myself in work. When you have competitors like mine, doing your best isn’t just an understatement—it’s the bare minimum. Titan Weapons Co. was undergoing major renovations, and we were under pressure to complete everything within the tight deadlines. The company needed to maintain its reputation, and I couldn't afford to let anything slip.I had taken on more projects than ever, hoping to distract myself from the quiet ache of missing someone I barely knew. There were too many hours spent staring at blueprints and too many meetings to count, all while the world continued moving forward around me.The renovations to the building were more t

Isabella’s POVThe email came three days after the interview. I was feeding Peter applesauce when I saw it pop up on my phone.Subject: Offer of Employment – Titan Weapons Co.“I got it,” I whispered, pulling him into my arms, kissing the top of his curly head. “Mommy got the job.”I forwarded the email to my mom before I could even breathe. She called within minutes, voice high with joy.“I knew it! Oh, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you. Look at you—taking bold steps!”We talked about logistics—childcare, commuting, adjusting routines. The position was remote-friendly, but I’d be expected to come into the office at least twice a week.Peter would need to start preschool. We enrolled him the very next day in a small school nearby. It was nothing fancy, but the staff were warm, and the space felt safe. Peter clung to me that first morning, but I reminded him how brave he was. “It’s a new adventure for both of us,” I told him. “You’ve got this.”Then came the wardrobe issue. My closet sc

Isabella’s POVThree years. That’s how long it had been since I held Peter in that quiet hospital room and whispered his name for the first time.The first few months were the hardest. Peter barely slept. I barely ate. My body didn’t feel like mine, and sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night crying without knowing why. But my mom was there — solid and unshakable, even when I wasn’t. She taught me how to swaddle him, how to burp him, how to read the signs between his cries. And when I couldn’t handle it, when I broke down in the bathroom and said I wasn’t cut out for this, she held me like she used to when I was little.“He doesn’t need perfect,” she’d say, brushing my hair back. “He just needs you. And you’re enough.”She never asked about Daniel, or the life I had left behind. Maybe she was afraid I’d run if she pushed too hard. Maybe she just knew I needed time to rebuild myself.And so the days passed.Peter grew quickly, all cheeks and curls and questions. He was the rea

Isabella’s POVThey say nothing truly prepares you for childbirth.They were right.It started with a dull ache in my back that wouldn’t go away. I brushed it off as the usual late-pregnancy discomfort until it sharpened—like a wave tearing through my spine and belly, pulling a scream from my throat I didn’t know I was holding in.“Mom!” I called, gripping the doorframe. “Mom, I think it’s time.”She didn’t panic. She’d been waiting, watching me waddle around for days like a ticking time bomb. She just grabbed the hospital bag we’d packed a week ago and gently helped me to the car.The drive was a blur of tight breaths, clutched seats, and whispered prayers.By the time we got to the hospital, the contractions were coming in full force. Sharp, brutal, unforgiving. I had no idea pain could feel like that—like something ancient and wild had taken over my body.The nurses moved quickly, their hands sure, their voices calm. But I couldn’t focus on anything except the fire in my body and t

Annabelle’s POVThe days were getting heavier—literally and emotionally. I couldn’t sit for too long, I couldn’t lie down without shifting every five minutes, and I couldn’t even eat what I wanted without worrying it would cause heartburn or a stomach revolt.My ankles were beginning to swell, and I waddled more than I walked. It was kind of embarrassing when strangers offered me a seat with pitiful smiles, but I was too exhausted to care.And the cravings? Insane. One minute I wanted broccoli with pineapple, the next I wanted ice cubes and tomato stew. Together. Don’t ask.Even getting dressed was a chore. Nothing fit right anymore, and bras were my enemy. I had maybe three tops I rotated between, and even those were starting to feel snug.But what scared me the most wasn’t the discomfort—it was the creeping anxiety that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t ready for this. Ready to become someone's everything.I was finally getting the hang of this pregnancy—or at least I kept telling myself

Annabelle’s pov The low hum of the plane’s engines was a comfort, as if the noise was the only thing in the world that made sense anymore. I stared out of the window, watching the landscape below shift as we descended into yet another city.This was it, the third city I had called home in the last two months. It wasn’t much — a small, quiet place far removed from Los Angeles — and that was exactly how I wanted it. I needed the distance. I needed to disappear.A soft ping from my phone broke my thoughts. I glanced down at the notification and immediately regretted it.Daniel Alexandra Marries Longtime Girlfriend Mia PlankThe headline hit me like a punch in the gut. I blinked rapidly, as if trying to deny the reality before me, but the picture of Daniel and Mia, glowing with happiness, only confirmed it. They were married. Married.My heart sank.I had always suspected that Mia was more than just a woman in the background of Daniel’s life, but this... this was more than I had ever ima

 (Artemis’ POV) I knew something was wrong the moment I tried to stand. Pain. Sharp, deep, and all-consuming. For weeks, I had ignored the discomfort, brushing off Aiden’s concerns, assuring everyone that I was fine. I had always been strong—had survived things that should’ve killed me. But this? This was different. I braced myself against the vanity, sucking in a sharp breath. Aiden was already watching me from across the room, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable—but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed, ready to catch me if I fell. "You should rest today," he said, stepping toward me. I rolled my eyes. "I’ve rested enough." "Artemis." His voice was firm, a warning. I turned, meeting his gaze, ready to argue—when the pain struck again. It was like my bod

(Artemis’ POV)Pregnancy wasn’t supposed to feel like this.I had expected discomfort, sure. I had expected my body to change. But this… this was something else entirely.The exhaustion was unbearable.At first, I thought it was just the lingering effects of our honeymoon—late nights in Paris, stolen kisses in hidden alleyways, and mornings wrapped in silk sheets with Aiden refusing to let me leave the bed. But then the nausea started, and I knew something was wrong.I tried to push through it, keeping up with my work, but even Naomi noticed."Boss, you look like you’re about to pass out," she said, frowning as she set down a stack of files. "You should rest.""I'm fine," I muttered, waving her off, but the moment I stood, the room spun.I barely heard Naomi calling my name before strong arms caught me."Artemis."Aiden.His voice was tight, controlled—but his grip was anything but. He held me as if I’d shatter, his eyes scanning me for injuries."You’re not fine," he said. "We’re goi

I woke up sore.A deep, aching soreness that was both a reminder and a warning. Last night had been… intense. More than I expected. More than I could have imagined. My body felt like it had been claimed, worshipped, and thoroughly ruined, all at once.Aiden wasn’t in bed, but the warmth on his side hadn’t faded yet. I blinked up at the ceiling, barely able to move, and then I smelled it—coffee. The scent curled into the room, rich and inviting, followed by the quiet creak of the bedroom door."You're awake."I turned my head and found Aiden standing in the doorway, carrying a tray.My stomach flipped. He was shirtless, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low, his hair slightly tousled from sleep. But it was the look in his eyes—the satisfaction, the possessiveness—that made my breath catch.He set the tray down beside me. A glass of water. Coffee. Toast. Painkillers."I figured you'd need this."I huffed out a laugh. "You think?"Aiden smirked but didn’t argue. Instead, he sat on the e

Artemis' POVParis.The city of love, of whispered promises, of things that felt like forever. It wasn’t the first time we had been here. The last time had been chaos—high-stakes deals, power plays, and the weight of a contract binding us together. But this time? This time was different.The garden where we stood was secluded, hidden away from the noise of the world. White roses lined the aisle, their scent mixing with the crisp autumn air. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its lights just beginning to flicker against the darkening sky.Aiden stood at the altar, watching me.No guards. No enemies. No ulterior motives.Just him. Just me. Just us.My dress was simpler than the first one I had worn. No heavy jewels, no extravagant embellishments—just clean, elegant lines that moved with me as I walked. But Aiden? Aiden still wore black, sharp and commanding, his presence impossible to ignore.As I reached him, he took my hands in his, his grip steady, grounding.“We’ve done this b

Aiden’s POVI wasn’t used to an empty house.The penthouse was quiet, the kind of silence that made me restless. Artemis had left early, slipping out before dawn, her scent lingering in the sheets beside me. She had a fitting today—something about finalizing designs before her next trip. I hadn’t asked for details, but I knew she was busy.I ran a hand down my face, exhaling.She was everywhere, even when she wasn’t here.The coffee machine was still warm, the cup she’d set aside for me untouched. A plate covered with foil sat on the kitchen counter—breakfast she’d made before she left, knowing I probably wouldn’t eat if she didn’t.In the closet, one of my suits was laid out, ironed, with a note tucked into the sleeve: Wear this one. You look good in navy.She did things like that. Little things. Thoughtful things.For someone who had grown up fighting for every scrap of control, she gave so freely—to me, to the people she cared about.And I—I hadn’t given her nearly enough.I leane

Aiden’s POVFor the first time in my life, there were no contracts. No lies. Just her.But peace was an unfamiliar thing.I still woke up before dawn, instinctively reaching for the gun that wasn’t under my pillow anymore. My body was trained to react before my mind even processed that there was no longer a war to fight. My enemies were either dead, exiled, or too afraid to make a move.Yet, I found myself restless.The empire was still mine. The city still ran on quiet threats and well-placed alliances. But Artemis had planted a dangerous thought in my head—what if I ruled differently? What if I built something that wasn’t always on the verge of burning to the ground?She was asleep beside me, her breathing steady, her body curled toward me like she belonged there. And she did.I ran a hand down my face and exhaled.I couldn’t just sit still. That had never been my nature.So, I got up.---The sun had barely risen when I walked into the warehouse where my men were gathered. Conversa