登入" 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
She hadn’t spoken for hours.Not a word.Not a sound.Just silence.She sat there motionless, her back against the headboard, her eyes fixed on something only she could see. She wasn’t crying anymore. She wasn’t doing anything at all. It was as though her mind had drifted somewhere far beyond his
“Mona…”Arabella’s voice broke as she reached out, her trembling hands clutching at Mona’s legs. The polished floor was cold beneath her knees, but she barely felt it. Her entire body shook not from fear, but from the sharp, unbearable disbelief clawing through her chest.“Mona, please…” she whispe
Arabella “Mona?” My voice cracked as I stared at her. “How could you stand there and say those words to me? You’re my sister—”“Sister?!”Her voice exploded through the corridor, sharp and full of venom. Before I could even flinch, her hand came down hard across my face.The sound echoed.I gasped
Arabella I felt lighter than I had in months.Everything about today had been beautiful, almost unreal. From the moment Lucas had surprised me last night, bringing me here just because I said I missed it… it had filled something hollow inside me with warmth.Lucas was a busy man, too busy and imp







