LOGINJULIAMarcus held me close for a long moment after I finished pleasing him, his strong arms wrapped around me protectively. His breathing was still heavy, chest rising and falling against my cheek as I rested my head there. One of his hands stroked my hair gently while the other rested on my rounded belly, cradling the twin bump with careful reverence.“You were perfect,” he murmured, voice low and rough from his release. “So fucking perfect for Daddy.”I smiled against his chest, feeling warm and satisfied even though my own body was still aching with need.Marcus pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes searching my face with that intense concern he always carried now. He brushed his thumb over my swollen lower lip, still glistening from taking him.“But we’re not done yet, baby,” he said softly. “You took such good care of me. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”I bit my lip, heat flooding my cheeks. “Daddy… you don’t have to—”“I want to,” he interrupted gently but
JULIAThe rest of dinner passed in a warm haze of laughter and excited plans. I couldn’t stop talking about the twins—colors for the nursery, tiny clothes, double strollers, and all the little things we would need times two. Marcus listened to every word, his eyes soft and full of quiet joy, occasionally adding his own thoughts in that deep, steady voice. But underneath the sweet conversation, the air between us had shifted. The word “Daddy” still lingered like smoke, and every time I said it, his gaze grew darker, hotter.By the time we finished eating, the manor had grown completely quiet. Marcus had quietly dismissed all the servants earlier in the evening, telling them we wouldn’t need anything else tonight. The staff had vanished discreetly, leaving the entire wing to ourselves. No footsteps in the halls. No distant voices. Just the soft flicker of the dying candles and the heavy, intimate silence that wrapped around us.Marcus stood first and offered me his hand. “Come here,
JULIAI nodded but couldn’t stay quiet for long. The news was still so fresh and overwhelming in the best way. Once I started talking, the words just poured out like I had turned into a complete chatterbox.“So, I was thinking,” I began, gesturing with my fork, “we need to start shopping soon. Like, really soon. For the twins! Two cribs, obviously. Maybe matching ones but with different details so we can tell them apart at first. Or we could do one in a soft navy blue and the other in deep forest green. What do you think? Blue and green would look so good together. Or maybe one blue and one red? Red feels strong, like their father.”Marcus listened attentively, chewing slowly, his dark eyes never leaving my face. He nodded occasionally, a small, amused smile playing on his lips.I kept going, barely pausing to breathe. “And clothes! Oh my god, the tiny clothes. We need so many onesies, sleepers, little socks… everything times two. I want soft cotton on everything because their skin wi
JULIAHe laughed softly, the rich sound vibrating through his chest into mine. “You’re right about that.” He carefully set me back on my feet but kept one arm around my waist, his other hand immediately moving to rest on my prominent bump. “Still… be careful for me, okay?”We stood there for a moment, smiling at each other like two people madly in love. Then Marcus’s gaze shifted past me toward the open door. He noticed the dim lights spilling out from the dining room and caught the delicious scent of dinner wafting through the air.“Hm… what’s all this about, baby?” he asked, curiosity and amusement mixing in his tone. His thumb stroked gently over my bump as he guided me back inside. “Candles? Dinner? You’ve been busy while I was gone.”I took his hand and led him toward the dining room, my pulse racing with anticipation. The candles flickered softly on the beautifully set table, casting warm shadows across the walls. The food was already plated and waiting—steaks sizzling gently,
JULIAThe moment I stepped inside the manor with the ultrasound envelope clutched tightly to my chest, a rush of nervous excitement hit me. Twin boys. I was carrying twin boys, and Marcus had no idea yet. The thought made my heart race so fast I had to pause in the foyer for a second, one hand resting on my very visible ten-week bump.Phoebe followed right behind me, still buzzing with energy. “Okay, we have work to do,” she declared, linking her arm with mine. “We’re turning tonight into something unforgettable. Marcus is going to remember this evening for the rest of his life.”I laughed, the sound a little shaky from all the emotions swirling inside me. “You’re right. Let’s make it perfect.”We headed straight to the kitchen. I had already sent a quick text to Marcus asking what time he thought he’d be home. While waiting for his reply, Phoebe and I started planning the dinner. I wanted something special but not too heavy—steak, because Marcus loved a good ribeye, roasted vegetable
JULIATen weeks.It still felt surreal every time I thought about it. Only ten weeks since the doctor first confirmed the pregnancy, and my body was already changing faster than I had expected. My breasts were noticeably fuller and tender, brushing against fabric with a sensitivity that made me wince at times.Fatigue hit me in unexpected waves, and a persistent metallic taste lingered in my mouth. Most noticeably, my lower belly had developed a firm, rounded curve that was far more visible than a typical ten-week bump should be. Loose dresses that once hid everything now clung gently to the swell, making me look unmistakably pregnant to anyone who looked closely.I kept telling myself it was normal—maybe I was just showing early because of my build. But today I will finally get some answers.Marcus had been swallowed by urgent work since dawn. A string of tense meetings and calls that couldn’t be rescheduled. When I kissed him goodbye in his study, he had looked up from his laptop wit
MARCUSThe office was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city beyond the tall windows. I poured myself a glass of dark liquor, swirling it absentmindedly while reviewing the reports on my desk. Julia’s safety was my first priority, but the world did not pause for her. Every move Terra, Livia, or a
PHOEBEI never thought my days could be this busy and yet so… warm. Between keeping Marcus’ world running smoothly and making sure Julia survived his subtle intensity, I often felt like I was managing two lifetimes at once. But seeing her smile, laughing freely, made all the chaos worth it.Julia h
TERRA I could feel it before anyone said a word. The whispers. The stares. The subtle glances that lingered too long. Something was shifting, and I knew exactly who it involved.Julia. That girl. The one who should have been invisible. The one who had no right to claim attention, respect, or influ
JULIAThe morning sun poured through the tall windows of the Lucchesi estate, painting golden streaks across the polished floors. I had long since stopped being startled by the grandeur. It was no longer foreign to me. It was home. My home.I sipped tea in the sitting room, with Phoebe perched on t







