LOGINMannie's POV
"Kids... We are home."
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Mannie's POV"Kids... We are home."I pushed the door open and stepped inside with Adam hanging onto one hand while Trisha followed behind us."It's ten o'clock."My mother's voice came from the living room.
CHAPTER 145 — The Power Of GodDOMINIC'S POV"Where is he?" I asked, my gaze as dark as ink.The pressure around me dropped instantly.
Dianna looked around the company, trying to avoid the cameras.The night air brushed against her face as she pulled her hoodie lower. Her heels clicked softly against the tiled ground while her eyes moved nervously from one corner to another.The entire building was brightly lit despite the late hour.
"Wow, mummy, here is so big!" Adam exclaimed as they stepped down from the cab.The moment his tiny shoes touched the ground, he spun around excitedly. His small hands stretched wide as if he wanted to hug the entire place.In front of them stood City A Stadium.
3rd POVCONCERT BACKSTAGE…“Guess what?”The voice cut through the backstage chaos like a thrown stone.
Mannie’s POVThe bright light from my phone screen flashed across my face before dimming again.For a second, I just stared at it from my bed, my thumb hovering anxiously over the notification bar while my heartbeat thumped louder than the ceiling fan spinning above my head. The room smelled faintly of baby lotion and detergent from the folded clothes sitting at the edge of the bed, but my attention stayed fixed on that screen like my life
Dominic’s PovThe doors of the private terminal at City A Airport slid open with a hiss as I stepped into the humid air, the city’s noise and scent rushing at me all at once. I hated this place. Too loud. Too crowded. Too human.Still, I drew attention—of course I did.Women turned. Whispers flew.
Zarah’s POVThe chandelier sparkled like diamonds overhead as I dipped my spoon into a bowl of golden pear compote. The velvet curtains swayed lightly with the breeze, the scent of fresh orchids wafting from every corner of the grand estate. I was draped in a silk robe worth more than my old apar
Five years later...“Mama! He poured juice on my shirt!”“No, I didn’t! She spilled it herself!”“Why do I only have one shoe?!”The walls of our cramped three-bedroom apartment shook with noise. Eight kids, raced around the kitchen like a tornado made of chubby limbs, flying cereal, and relentles
I woke up with a scream caught in my throat.My body jerked forward, drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding like it wanted to break free from my chest. The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the city glow slipping through the blinds. My legs trembled as I pushed myself up from the







