Se connecterCharles POVI hadn’t slept properly in days.Every night, I drove around the city, checking places Ayla used to mention —the quiet café near the river where she liked to read, even the old park bench where she said she felt safest. I went visiting to Ivana place, but they both weren't home. I called every contact I had. I checked hotels, hospitals, and even her father’s properties. Nothing.Ayla was gone.She had disappeared after the hospital, slipping away without a word, without a trace. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face in that waiting room, distant, broken, refusing to even look at me. My confession, my love, my proposal to stand by her… it all seemed to mean nothing.I sat in my car outside a small diner, staring at my phone screen. No new messages. No missed calls from unknown numbers. Just silence.My chest felt heavy. “Where are you, Ayla?” I whispered to myself. “I told you I’d wait. I told you I’d
Damien POVThe drive to the hospital was tense. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat, her hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach. I kept one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with hers, squeezing gently every few minutes.“Everything is going to be okay, Evie,” I said softly, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “We’re going to get answers. Our baby is strong, just like his mother.”She gave me a small smile, but her eyes were filled with worry. “I keep thinking about Leo’s note. ‘Weaker every day.’ What if he’s been poisoning me this whole time? What if I’ve been hurting our baby without knowing?”I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it. “Hey, look at me. You did nothing wrong. You were trying to take care of our child. If anyone is responsible, it’s that bastard. But right now, I need you to breathe. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”When we arrived at the hospital, Dr. Mensah met us immed
Evelyn POV Three days had passed since that terrifying morning with Leo’s call. The house felt peaceful again. Aveillie was adjusting beautifully to her new room, waking us up every morning with giggles and demands for “Daddy’s special pancakes.” Damien had been incredibly attentive — always touching my belly gently, whispering sweet things to me at night, and making love to me like he was afraid I might disappear. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when my phone rang. Sophia’s name flashed on the screen. I answered with a video call, smiling as her face appeared. “Hey, future Mrs. Julian!” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows. “How’s the wedding planning going? Have you picked the dress yet, or are you still making poor Julian suffer through hundreds of options?” Sophia laughed loudly on the other end. “Girl, please! This man has zero taste. Yesterday he said the ivory gown looked ‘fine.’ Fine?! I almost cancelled the w
Damien POVMorning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across our bedroom. I lay on my back, Evelyn curled against my chest, her leg draped over mine. Her breathing was slow and peaceful, her fingers resting lightly on my stomach. After last night’s passionate reunion, we had fallen asleep tangled in each other, exhausted but deeply satisfied.I stroked her bare back gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She stirred, humming softly as she woke up.“Good morning, my love,” I whispered, tilting her chin up to kiss her properly.“Mmm… good morning,” she murmured against my lips, smiling sleepily. “Last night was… everything I needed. I feel like I’m finally home.”“You are home,” I replied, deepening the kiss. My hand slid down her side, cupping her hip. “I could wake up like this every single day for the rest of my life.”Evelyn laughed softly, her fingers tracing patterns on
Sophia POVThe car ride back to my apartment was quiet, but the silence was filled with comfort. Julian’s hand never left my thigh, his thumb drawing slow, soothing circles on my skin. After the chaos of the past few days — the rescue mission, the hospital tension, and watching Damien fight for his life — I felt completely drained, yet strangely hopeful.When we finally stepped inside my apartment, Julian closed the door softly behind us and wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.“You will miss Aveillie, won’t you?” he asked gently, his breath warm against my ear.I let out a soft laugh mixed with a sigh. “Yes, I will miss that little witch so much. She has such a big personality for such a small girl. Always asking questions, always smiling even when she was scared. But I’m very happy for them. After everything Evelyn and Damien went through — the separation, the pain, the kidnapping — they finally deserv
Evelyn POVI pushed Damien onto his back and straddled his hips, my hands exploring his bare chest. His skin was warm, his muscles tense under my fingertips. I could feel how hard he was beneath me, straining against his pants.“Evie…” he breathed, his hands gripping my thighs. “You’re driving me crazy.”I leaned down and kissed him slowly, deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. “Good,” I whispered against his lips. “Because I’ve been dreaming about this for years. About having you like this again.”My fingers worked on his belt, unbuckling it with trembling hands. Damien helped me pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang up against his stomach, heavy and pulsing. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip.“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his head falling back. “Your hand feels so good. I’ve missed this so much.”I kept stroking him, watching his face twist with pleasure. “Y
(Damien’s POV)“Finally, you’ve lost it. I’m serious this time — I need to book you into a psychiatric ward, because I cannot keep calling myself friends with a lunatic.There’s no other explanation for this level of strategic suicide.”Charles’ voice came at me before the door had even closed. He
Damien’s POVI woke up with a deep smile still resting on my face, my arms wrapped around the soft warmth beside me. For a few seconds I stayed like that, half lost in sleep, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning. The early sunlight was slipping through the curtains, the soft glow spreading acr
Evelyn’s POVHis mouth crashed back onto mine.This kiss was hungrier than the last. Tongues tangled immediately, no preamble, no teasing. Just raw need. I tasted myself on his lips from where he had licked and sucked at my skin earlier, and the thought made heat flood my core all over again.He ki
Damien’s POVBy the time I got back home, it was a few minutes past eleven. The city had already settled into its late night quiet, but my mind had been restless the entire drive back. The cake box rested carefully on the passenger seat beside me the whole way, and I had caught myself glancing at i







