LOGINBella stood by the tall windows of the guest suite in the Simon mansion, one hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of her stomach. The late afternoon light filtered through sheer curtains, painting soft gold across the floor, but she barely noticed. For days she had been restless—pacing, arguing, refusing meals—insisting she needed to leave, to go home, to face whatever storm was gathering around her family. The Simons’ quiet concern had only made her more determined. Then her phone rang. Her father’s name lit the screen. She answered on the second ring, voice tight. “Let me go home, Dad.” Kalix’s face appeared on the video call, lined with exhaustion but steady. Behind him she could see the familiar study at home, the dark wood shelves, the low lamp. Her mother, Ellen, sat close beside him. The four brothers—Eleazar, Keaton, Ismael, and Evaughn—clustered in the frame, each looking as though they hadn’t slept properly in days. “You are pregnant, Isah,” Kalix said ca
The dining room felt colder than it should have. Crystal glasses caught the low light of the chandelier and threw it back in sharp, unforgiving glints. Five seats at the long table was occupied, and every pair of eyes was fixed on her.Bella sat stiffly. She had meant to wait until after dinner. She had meant to speak calmly, with some of her dignity still intact. Instead the words tore out of her before she could stop them.“I will be leaving as soon as I can. I need to see my family.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “I can’t live like this—like a prisoner waiting for a death sentence.” she stood up. Silence answered her first. Then Samantha set her napkin down with deliberate care.“You are not a prisoner here. We just have a situation, Isabella,” she said, voice low and precise. “And leaving is not an option.”Bella’s throat tightened. “But I need to know what’s happening to them. I can’t contact anyone. No one will speak to me. It’s as if they already decided decided to cast
“Take care of Isabella for me, please.”Zachary’s voice was quiet, stripped of any command. It was a plea, raw and unguarded, as he looked from his parents to his two brothers. His hands hung open at his sides, knowing fully well that he could not be able to protect her for a while.Gabriel stepped closer and rested a steady hand on his son’s shoulder. “Focus on getting better, buddy. Isabella will be taken care of. She’s safe here. We’ve got her.”Zachary turned to Bella. She stepped into his arms without hesitation. He buried his face against the side of her neck, breathing her in like he was trying to memorize the scent. Her arms locked around him.“I’ll wait,” she whispered against his hair. “No matter how long.”“I know you will,” he murmured against her ear, the words barely sound.Then he was gone.The days that followed settled into a heavy, airless quiet. After Zachary left for the treatment facility, the mansion felt larger and emptier than it ever had. Aside from the sche
Dr. Yohana stepped back from the hospital bed, the soft beep of the monitors the only sound for a moment. A contented smile curved her lips as she glanced first at Zachary, then let her gaze settle on Isabella.“Well,” she said, voice calm and warm, “Miss Isabella and the twins have passed the critical stage. Mother and babies are now officially out of danger.”From the side of the room the family watched in silence—Samantha standing a little apart, the three men carefully keeping their expressions neutral. The medical team continued their quiet checks around Isabella’s bed, adjusting leads and noting vitals, while the weight of the doctor’s words settled over everyone.Dr. Yohana slipped her hands into the pockets of her white coat. “Rest and following medical advice made all the difference. Miss Isabella has made a full recovery.” Her eyes moved deliberately to Zachary. “Although she is fully recovered and intimate activity is no longer restricted… it should still be kept at a mod
“Isah… you heard Dr. Yohana. We have to tone it down.” Zachary’s voice was already rough, the words scraped raw by the uneven drag of his breathing. He had repeated the doctor’s warnings to himself all evening—high-risk pregnancy, twins, absolute rest where it counted—but Isabella had never been particularly good at listening once she set her mind on something.They were settled in bed, the lights low, the sheets cool against bare skin. He had barely closed his eyes when her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pajama pants. Zachary went still. He could have caught her wrist. He should have. Instead he lay motionless while her fingers closed around him with slow, deliberate familiarity, claiming the heavy heat between his legs as if it had always belonged to her.“I’ve been tortured for weeks,” she murmured against the side of his throat, “watching you walk around naked, knowing I can’t have you the way I want. I deserve this.”
“Transfer Isabella to my room,” Zachary ordered, his voice low and absolute. The medical team exchanged quick glances, but no one moved.Gabriel stepped forward before the lead physician could answer. “Buddy, Isabella needs continuous monitoring. And you need rest just as badly.”“I don’t want to leave her here, Dad.” Zach’s tone left no room for argument. Gabriel and Samantha shared a look heavy with understanding. Behind them, Braiyden and Asher gave small, almost imperceptible nods—they already knew exactly what their brother needed.“We’ll just move the other bed closer to Isabella’s,” Asher said, already walking toward the empty one. Braiyden fell into step beside him, ready to push. “That work for you, Zach?”Braiyden glanced at the lead physician, seeking quiet confirmation without speaking directly to her. “We can do that for tonight. Tomorrow, once Isabella and the twins are more stable, we can talk about transferring her to your room.”The doctor nodded, a small professi







