Mirabella The villa’s private wing was reserved for us alone. When the doors closed behind us, the noise of the world faded, leaving only the sound of my pounding heart—and Alex's breathing, rough and ragged. He turned to me, eyes dark with a hunger he hadn't let show all day. The man who had been so careful, so reverent during the ceremony, now looked at me like I was something to be devoured. He closed the distance between us in three strides. Without a word, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the massive, canopied bed draped in sheer white silk. He set me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist, tracing the embroidered lace of my gown. "You're too beautiful," he whispered, almost to himself. "You don't even look real." I smiled, heart stuttering. "I'm yours," I said, voice trembling. "I'm always yours." His hands shook slightly as he began undoing the delicate buttons down the back of my dress. One by one, he bared me to him, worshiping every inch of
One Year Later The estate bloomed under the golden kiss of summer, its sprawling gardens alive with color and scent. It was a day of celebration—not for business, not for alliances or negotiations—but for something infinitely more precious. Our sons' first birthday. One year passed.. So much happened.. Selena became pregnant and gave birth to a healthy boy just 2 months ago.. Zephyr and Matilda got married back in Italy after 6 months of me giving birth and Matilda is already 3 months pregnant.. Dante looked more smug that he had a baby before Zephyr.. I can never understand what is this inside joke that they had.. Actually no one knew.. Xander is engaged with Anna and Antonio is engaged with Elsa.. Ezaikel met with Acai's birth mother, Raha, who is a wonderful woman.. She profusely apologized for letting Acai be in a orphanage and not telling Ezaikel.. But no one blamed her cause she was young and scared.. She was scared that Ezaikel won't except the child.. They talked o
Mirabella Morning came slow and soft, creeping into the clinic wing through the tall windows, painting the room in pale gold. I stirred first, blinking blearily as the gentle light spilled across the bed where Alex and I lay tangled together, our sons nestled safely beside us. For a moment, I just watched them—these tiny, miraculous creatures we had made. Two perfect boys, sleeping soundly, their faces so peaceful it nearly broke my heart. Alex shifted beside me, his arm tightening protectively across my waist. "Morning, Luna," he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. "Morning," I whispered back, brushing my fingertips lightly against his jaw. We stayed there for a few moments longer, soaking in the quiet, the stillness. As if neither of us dared to break the fragile, perfect peace we had somehow found. But eventually, a soft knock came at the door. It was one of the estate’s administrators, holding a small leather-bound ledger. "Forgive me for disturbing you," s
Mirabella Panic seized the room. Within minutes, everything blurred into a rush—voices shouting, Alex scooping me into his arms without a second thought, soldiers and staff scrambling out of our way as he sprinted through the halls of the estate toward the clinic wing inside the mansion. I saw everyone rushing behind him with scared face.. It was early.. I wasn't due in two weeks.. I wasn't ready yet.. The pain came in waves, stronger and closer together, knocking the air from my lungs. I clutched at Alex’s shirt, biting down a scream as another contraction tore through me. "You’re okay, Luna," Alex said over and over again, his voice steady even though his eyes were wild with fear. "I’m right here. I’ve got you." The doctors were waiting. They pulled me onto a gurney, shouting orders in Russian that blurred in my ears. Someone tried to separate Alex from me, but he growled low in his throat—a sound so primal and dangerous that even the doctor stepped back. "He's staying,"
Mirabella For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I turned to Alex, heart hammering against my ribs. His eyes were wide, stunned, his mouth slightly open.He stared at the screen where it showed two bodies curled up against each other.. "Twins," he whispered, a breathless kind of wonder in his voice. "Two of them." I laughed—a wild, broken sound that turned quickly into tears. Alex leaned down and kissed my forehead, his own cheeks wet. "They’re strong," the doctor added, pointing to the little flickering beats on the screen. "Two healthy, perfect babies." I reached for the screen like I could somehow touch them, feeling the weight of it all crash over me. Two lives. Two pieces of us. Two miracles.But something pinched in me.. "But the previous times? It didn't show two.. " I asked being worried.. No way the other one just fell from the sky.. "I don't know how the previous people did.. But that's definitely two.. Or if could be that one of them were behind the other..
Mirabella 💢💢Warning!!! Sensitive scene ahead. Don't read further if you're sensitive💢💢 I stood in the shadows, watching. At first, I couldn't move. The sight of Damon — battered, bloody, whimpering — stirred something black and bitter inside me. Fear. Rage. Triumph. I had dreamed of this moment. Of seeing him powerless. Helpless.But I thought that he was dead.. How lucky of me to get two chance to finish him.. Once with my own hands.. I stepped forward slowly. Alex caught the movement from the corner of his eye — and stepped back instantly, giving me the space. Giving me the choice. He was waiting for me to do the final round.. Because if anyone deserved to kill this monster then it's me.. Who endured everything.. Everyone had their pieces of torture on him.. For the last to months, he hung there.. A level of torture added daily by others.. I hand touched my bump protectively.. Every time he kicked or slapped me, I promise my baby.. I promise my child that I'll take