LOGINWho else is happy that Elena is okay? 🥺 She’s been through so much, and seeing her here strong again makes my heart so full.❤️ All I’ll say is—stick with me. I promise you’re going to love this ride
[Elena]It’s been three days.Three days since everything shifted.Three days since I learned I had a son.A son I might have lost without ever knowing he was mine.My chest tightened as I stared at the laptop screen, the face of my best friend filling the frame.Natalia.I had just told her everything.I hadn’t left the hospital until yesterday. The doctor said I could go earlier, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I wanted to see Darian wake up. But he didn’t.I knew I had to come home—knowing my mother would be worried.I lied to her, told her a friend needed me, that I wanted to be there for her.She didn’t ask any questions. But when my brothers and I walked in last night, I saw it in my mother’s eyes.She knew I was lying.But she didn’t push.And of course, I planned to tell her everything once I finished talking to my friend—who suddenly looked frozen on my screen."You’re not saying anything," I murmured.Natalia blinked as my words pulled her out of a fog.She opened her
[Asher]Elena was being pushed toward us in a wheelchair, Raphael guiding it carefully while Matteo held onto her drip bag.My lips pressed together as they approached, my gaze immediately drawn to her.She looked… fragile.Pale.Exhausted.Her eyes lifted and met mine, and I bit down on my lip so hard I almost tasted blood as I took in every detail of her—every sign of what she’d endured.Raphael stopped the wheelchair beside me."Where’s he?" Elena asked, her voice soft but urgent, her eyes fixed on me."He’s inside," I answered immediately, avoiding her brothers’ gazes.Because if looks could kill, I would’ve been dead hours ago.They’d made it very clear—without words—that if anything happened to Elena, I would be dead the next second."Why are you all standing outside?" she asked, frowning. "I want to see him.""The doctor said he needs to be isolated for a few hours," I explained. "We can’t see him right now."Worry instantly clouded her features. "Why?" she asked, her voice tre
[Asher]I can’t thank her enough.I can’t fucking thank her enough.That single thought has been looping endlessly in my head as I stared at Darian through the thick glass door, my reflection faintly staring back at me.According to the doctor, he needs to be isolated for a few hours before anyone can go in and see him. It’s standard protocol after a transplant like this.Still, it feels like torture.Everything had gone smoothly. Those were the exact words the doctor used, and I’ve been clinging to them like a lifeline ever since.It’s been a little over five hours since Elena walked into the operating theatre and quite literally handed my son another chance at life.Five hours since she lay herself down on that cold operating table without hesitation.Five hours since she chose Darian—our son—over every ounce of pain, betrayal, and cruelty we had put her through.Tears pricked my eyes before I could stop them, my vision blurring as emotion tightened my throat.God, I wanted to see h
[Elena]My hand clamped over the other as I stared at my phone. It's been three hours since the doctor took my samples, and no, I wasn't worried about what the result would be.Just one thing was bothering me.The time that was ticking. Darian's health is hanging in the air and anything could go wrong.Anything.I bit down on my lips, shifting my gaze to Asher. He'd been pacing the hallway for hours, with Tristan trying to calm him down."Are you okay?" Matteo's voice dragged me out of my thoughts.I blinked back and stared at my brothers, flanking me on either side."I'm good. Just a bit nervous," I forced out a smile even though I knew it didn't reach my eyes.Matteo's hand came over mine as he squeezed it gently. "You don't have to be," He mumbled and that was it.I stared down at my watch again for the umpteenth time and just before I could look up, footsteps echoed.My eyes snapped open, and I was on my feet the next second, just when I saw the doctor approaching.Asher started t
[Vienna]The last glass slammed against the wall, shattering with brutal force."Ahhhhhh," I yelled for the umpteenth time as I stared around me, but there was nothing else.There was fucking nothing else to break.Every nerve in my body burned with raw, searing pain.I stared at the phone lying on the floor. The fucking phone that had just delivered the worst Information.Yes, I have an informant.One of the nurses in that hospital is on my payroll.I pay her to keep an eye on Darian whenever I'm not in. She does a good job of calling me whenever Asher comes by, and I'm absent.She has no idea what is wrong with Darian, but she has been doing a perfect job for me, and right now she just passed me the fucking worst Information.Yesterday she said Asher has been pacing the hospital like a madman. She told me that he was almost losing it.I was fucking counting the damn time. I knew. I fucking knew that he would never know the child belonged to Elena, knowing how much I hated her.It wa
[Elena]My heart was thumping hard in my chest as I stared at the wall clock just as the doctor in front of me kept taking the samples he needed.Time was ticking, and so was my heart, but I couldn't let Asher know about that, and that was why I made the deal.It's either I save him and have him or I won't.When I said those words to him, I knew deep down in my heart that even if he said no, there was no way I would walk out, not with the way my heart was pounding so hard.Not with the way I was looking forward to seeing Darian again.My mind suddenly drifted to what Asher said a few minutes ago."Vienna is on the run." I shook my head, pushing the thoughts aside. That's absolutely none of my business."All done ma'am," The doctor's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked back and stared at him, his brows were creased, a small smile playing on his lips."Please how long would it take for the results to be out? He said...I mean..." I paused, my nails digging into my palms. "That







