로그인Regina’s POVThe conference room at the Kingsman Groups office felt unusually bright, sunlight spilling over the polished table as Maxwell and I sat across from each other.The room had seen so many tense meetings over the years, so many boardroom battles and difficult negotiations. But today was different. Today, the air felt lighter, almost celebratory.Maxwell smiled at me, that familiar, steady smile that had gotten me through so many storms. “So, we’re really doing this,” he said, his fingers brushing mine across the table. “Merging Kingsman Group and Phoenix Studios. Symbolically putting an end to the rivalry our fathers started years ago.”I nodded, my heart skipping at the thought. “It feels… right,” I said softly. “Like finally closing a chapter that neither of us deserved to be dragged into.”He leaned back, clearly proud. “I always thought this day would never come. Not after everything—the accidents, the lawsuits, Thomas, Morgana… all of it.” His voice faltered for just a
Regina’s POVThe room felt heavy in a way that went beyond the air. It was our room, the one Maxwell and I had shared years ago, the room that had once been a refuge, a place of stolen kisses and whispered dreams.Tonight, it felt hollow, filled with echoes of grief we couldn’t escape.Maxwell was sitting on the edge of the bed, his suit still on from the funeral.He looked older somehow, though the lines on his face weren’t new, they’d always been there, quietly etched from responsibility and loss.His hands were clasped together, knuckles white. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he hunched as if the weight of today had driven itself into his bones.I stood by the window, watching the night settle over the estate, shadows pooling in the corners of the garden outside. “It feels… unreal,” I murmured. “Just today, and now he’s gone. I know he wasn’t—alive, really. But still, it feels like a door slammed in a room I’ve been standing in for years.”Maxwell’s head lifted sl
Maxwell’s POVThe hum of the machines was deafening in Leonard’s private room at Saint Mary’s Private Hospital. The rhythmic beeping, the soft hiss of oxygen, the occasional click of valves, this was the sound of my father’s life. Or what remained of it. I hated every note.Dr. Whitmore, his long-time physician, adjusted his glasses as he glanced at the monitor, his expression grave. I could feel the tension in the air before he even spoke.“Maxwell,” he began, voice low, careful. “We need to talk about your father’s condition.”I braced myself. I already knew the direction this conversation was going, but I wasn’t ready to accept it.“What about him?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral, though my hands were clenched.Dr. Whitmore sighed and motioned for me to follow him to the small seating area near the foot of the bed. I did, every step heavy. “The machines are keeping him alive, yes. But his body… it’s beginning to fail. Complications from prolonged life support are becoming increa
Regina’s POVThe office at the Chamberlain estate was scattered with papers, sketches, and brochures. The hum of the computer mingled with the soft clink of coffee cups as Maxwell hovered beside me, holding a stack of forms.“Okay,” he said, leaning against the edge of my desk, “we’ve got the draft for the charity foundation, the preliminary budget, and the list of former Serenity patients we’ve been able to locate so far.” He glanced at me, eyes bright. “I have to say, Reg, this is a big deal. You’re doing something no one else thought of—something deeply personal and transformative.”I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of both gratitude and grief pressing on me. “It’s Ana’s name, Max. She deserved this. She was brave, even when everything around her fell apart. She helped me when no one else would. If I can make even a fraction of what she did matter, I’ll feel like I’ve honored her properly.”Maxwell’s expression softened. “Ana was remarkable. And you… you’re remarkable too, f
Maxwell’s POVThe plane touched down with a gentle bump, and I felt a thrill I hadn’t felt in years, a mixture of anticipation and relief.I glanced at Regina, who was sitting beside me, Ivan on her lap and Mia on the other side, chattering excitedly about what we might see first. The kids’ energy was infectious, and for the first time in a long while, I felt completely present.“You ready, Max?” Regina asked, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of mischief and warmth.I reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been ready for this since… well, forever,” I said with a smile. “You, me, and the two most important little people in the world. No work, no stress, just us.”Ivan wiggled in Regina’s lap, pointing at the luggage carousel. “Daddy, hurry! Our bags are coming!”Mia leaned over, whispering in my ear. “Are we going to go on the fun ride first?”I chuckled. “Depends—what do you mean by fun ride?”She rolled her eyes. “You know, the one with wheels
Regina’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the subtle scent of blooming jasmine and roses.I stood in the backyard garden of the Chamberlain estate, my hands clasped tightly around the small bouquet I had picked myself, nerves fluttering in a way I hadn’t felt in years.The garden had been transformed for the day, strings of fairy lights crisscrossed above, and delicate flower arrangements lined the aisle. It was perfect, simple, intimate. Exactly what Maxwell and I had talked about.I stole a glance at the children, Ivan and Mia, who were bustling about, helping the last-minute coordinators.Ivan was trying so hard to keep his hair from falling into his eyes, tugging at his little vest like he was trying to look dignified. Mia, on the other hand, was giggling every time she tried to adjust the tiny flower crown perched crookedly atop her head.“They look adorable,” I whispered to Sandra, who was busy straightening the chairs.Sandra smiled, adjusting the last chair with a delic







