Mag-log in" I miss him,” Lucas admitted with an aching chuckle. “Toothless. I miss the both of them so much.” "I miss them both so much it feels like I’m breathing glass. I can see her I can watch her walk to work and back. But Amal? He’s always tucked away against her chest, hidden in that carrier like a chick under a protective hen. I can’t even get a glimpse of his chubby cheeks."He let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I’m being greedy. I already get to see her.”His hand unconsciously stroked the small photo he kept in his pocket — the only image he had of his son, taken right after birth. A tiny, red, wrinkled newborn with a tuft of dark hair.“His only picture is him as a half-baked bean,” Lucas whispered with a sad chuckle. “Soft and red. Right from inside of her.”Alex watched his boss carefully, saying nothing. He had already started forming quiet plans — ways to let Lucas see his son without disrupting the fragile peace Arabella had built.For now, Lucas was content to love them from the s
Arabella Life with Amal was a series of small, quiet miracles. He was such a good baby, almost as if he knew his mommy had been through a war and he didn't want to add to her burden. He slept through most of the night, and as I administered his medication punctually, I could see him getting stronger, his tiny cheeks filling out.But reality was never far behind. Money was a constant, gnawing shadow.“Mommy still has to get a job, snuggles,” I whispered one morning, strapping him into his baby bag for the day's walk. “And we’ll get a bigger house soon. I promise."One morning, I woke up to the sound of construction outside. The stairs and the entire building were suddenly being renovated. Workers were everywhere, replacing old railings, fixing cracks in the walls, and painting fresh coats. I was surprised the building had been neglected for years. The landlord had barely done anything before.But they were serious. Everything inside the apartment was preserved with care. Nothing wa
"Where’s Amal?" Lucas asked, his voice sounding thin in the sterile quiet of the ward. He was already looking toward Bassinet Number 4, his eyes searching for the tiny, dark-haired "blob" that had become his only anchor to sanity.The bassinet was empty. The sheets were gone. He frowned. "Oh, he and his mother were discharged this morning," the nurse replied, looking up from her charts with a warm smile.Lucas’s lips parted, but no sound came out. His eyes widened, then narrowed, a sudden, hollow ache opening in his chest."Thanks to your donations, they could finally afford to go home," she explained calmly. "He’ll still need to come back for regular treatments, but he’s strong enough to be in his own bed now."Lucas forced a stiff, jagged smile. "That’s... that’s good news."He stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty space. What was he to do now? The baby had become an important part of his routine. A very important person to him. The head nurse watched him, her heart
“I’m thinking of liquidating everything. The empire. The company, the shares... all of it,” Lucas muttered.Alex blinked, the sandwich nearly falling from his hand.“Boss!” he cried out, eyes wide with alarm. He reached out and grabbed Lucas’s hand, a wave of genuine panic washing over him.“Is this... is this like a dying wish? Are you okay? Please don't give up on life yet.”Lucas scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away from Alex’s intense gaze.“You said it yourself—there are people who need it more. And you were right,” he muttered. “I think I finally know what I want to do.”“And that is?”“I’m going to squander my money and Don Antonio’s on actually profitable things. The man is old; he’ll be dead soon anyway. What does he need all those billions for?” Lucas let out a small, quiet smile.“I want to leave that world. Maybe travel
“I’m thinking of liquidating everything. The empire. The company, the shares... all of it,” Lucas muttered.Alex blinked, the sandwich nearly falling from his hand.“Boss!” he cried out, eyes wide with alarm. He reached out and grabbed Lucas’s hand, a wave of genuine panic washing over him.“Is this... is this like a dying wish? Are you okay? Please don't give up on life yet.”Lucas scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away from Alex’s intense gaze.“You said it yourself—there are people who need it more. And you were right,” he muttered. “I think I finally know what I want to do.”“And that is?”“I’m going to squander my money and Don Antonio’s on actually profitable things. The man is old; he’ll be dead soon anyway. What does he need all those
“I once imagined it,” Lucas admitted quietly to the evening sky.The confession was thin, nearly swallowed by the wind.After the storms had passed and the world had settled, he had allowed himself to dream of a quiet life. Of having a family. Of having children with her. He admitted it now to the empty air, the weight of the secret finally leaving his heart.He had pictured a daughter who looked like her. Had her dark hair, bright eyes, and that same stubborn, defiant little smile.The thought brought a small, fragile curve to his lips before reality came crashing back in, cold and unforgiving. He looked away, blinking rapidly at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.“Guess I wasn’t worthy,” he chuckled bitterly.“What do you think about school?” Lucas asked suddenly.Alex paused, his sandwich halfway to his mouth. “For?”“Me,” Lucas replied.Alex nearly choked. He coughed v
Arabella tossed and turned restlessly, the sheets tangling around her legs. Something about the room felt wrong the air too still. Even the bed, soft as it was, felt foreign beneath her, like lying on pins.After what felt like an eternity of shifting and sighing, she gave up. Her bare feet met t
Her father had been a monster, a selfish one, a man who had felt no remorse for the lives he’d destroyed.But she wasn’t him.And yet, there she was breaking beneath the weight of sins that weren’t hers. It wasn’t even her who did anything, a quiet voice in his head whispered.But he like everyone
“Miss, you should eat.”Sophie’s voice was soft, almost pleading.Arabella lifted her gaze slowly, meeting the maid’s worried eyes before dragging them down to the plate in front of her. The food looked fine it was warm, fragrant, perfectly arranged but her stomach churned just from looking at it.
Lucas sat in silence, his fingers gripping the edge of the bed so tightly the wood creaked under the strain. The room was dim, lit only by the pale spill of moonlight from the window. His phone buzzed once an insistent vibration against the bed before he finally answered.“The girl?” The Don’s voic







