LOGINKILLIAN One Year LaterA year ago, I was rushing to the hospital, terrified I’d lose the woman I loved. Today, I rush home every single day, terrified I’ll miss the sacred 6:00 PM Bathtime Window.It’s been one year since Leo and Clara arrived and turned our beautifully organized mansion into a toy-strewn, happy mess. And I wouldn't change a second of it.The biggest difference? My mother isn't running the company anymore; she's running the house. She’s officially the full-time grandmother, obsessed with organic baby food and tracking every new word Leo or Clara says. Auntie Vera is practically living here; my mother finally just told her to move into the west wing because she was spending every evening on the floor with the kids anyway. And Auntie Elara is the best, constantly bringing in new, soft things and smelling faintly of baby powder and love.Life is pure chaos, but it’s the best chaos. It's the sound of genuine happiness echoing through these high ceilings.I woke up at 6:3
The Executive Prenatal Committee was my fortress. Amelia, the matriarch, was teaching me the quiet strength of family legacy, ensuring no one would ever question this baby’s place. Elara, the sweetheart, was proof that innocence and loyalty could overcome the darkest manipulation. And Vera, my best friend, was running logistics like a black ops mission, ensuring every decision was medically sound and legally bulletproof.I wasn’t just married to Killian; I was anchored to a family that finally understood and loved me without conditions. The pain of the past was being steadily replaced by this overwhelming, sometimes smothering, love."And you," I murmured, my voice dropping. "You're the center of all of it. You walked through the fire with me. You didn't run when you found out the truth. You just held me and told me we were doing this together."He shifted, lifting himself up to meet my gaze, his own eyes serious and deeply loving."There was nowhere else to go, Nova," he admitted, hi
Six Months LaterIf you had asked me six months ago when I was bleeding out on a marble floor what I wanted most, I would have said a quiet life with Nova. Now, six months later, I’ve fully recovered from the stabbing, and I’m back at Ashford Global, happily fighting off vulture investors and managing multibillion-dollar deals. Why? Because the corporate war zone is infinitely calmer than my own house.Nova is six months pregnant, glowing, and running the most successful arm of Meridian Capital right from our library. She’s brilliant, radiant, and utterly ruthless when it comes to delegating her prenatal needs.The problem isn't Nova; the problem is the self-made prenatal committee she leads: my mother, my sister, and Vera.My quiet life has been completely replaced by an intense, multi-front theatrical performance aimed at ensuring Nova's absolute safety and comfort. They call it "protecting the asset." I call it "Killian’s Descent into Madness."The first thing that drives me crazy
I smiled. Arnold Green, the head of Meridian Capital, wasn't just my mentor; he was a giant in our industry. Having him here wasn't just a kind gesture; it was a strategic flex. It showed that the head of the firm so diligently stood with me, personally vouching for my integrity and my return to the Ashford fold—a huge message against any whispers Tanya might have left behind."That's perfect," I said, my heart swelling with gratitude. "He saw my value when."The procession down the sweeping staircase was the quietest, most emotionally resonant walk of my life. Killian stood waiting by the altar, still pale, but devastatingly handsome in his suit. His eyes, fixed entirely on me, were full of genuine love and profound relief, wiping away the memory of every cold look from our contract years.Amelia stood nearby, her tears quiet but present, a mother finally witnessing the correct future.Arnold stood near the back, his presence a quiet anchor of corporate stability. When our eyes met,
I sat back, watching my best friend and my mother-in-law, two women who should have hated each other, immediately team up to plan my legally required shotgun wedding. It was insane, intense, and utterly perfect. I was safe, loved, and about to be married by executive fiat.KillianI spent three days in the ICU, and frankly, I was ready to stab myself again just to get out of that quiet, sterile hell. The second I could prove I could walk without fainting, and after Nova and my mother jointly threatened the surgical team with legal ruin if they kept me, I was discharged.Ty and Rojas had a secure exit planned, smuggling me out the back. But the real chaos wasn't the escape; it was walking back into my own house.The house usually felt like a perfectly calibrated, silent museum of wealth. Now, it was a beautiful, protective asylum run by a newly formed, highly stressed female committee.The first thing I noticed was the smell. Not the subtle, expensive scent of my usual candles, but an
After the checkup, Amelia dismissed the doctor with a sincere thank you and a firm instruction to Elara to handle the paperwork discreetly. Then, she sat beside me on the bed, holding my hand gently."Nova, listen to me," she said, her tone soft but completely committed. "I was a fool. I let my pride and my blindness about Tanya cost Killian his first child and cause you unimaginable pain. I can't undo that, but I can promise you this: I will not let fear touch you this time."She reached out and carefully brushed my hair back from my forehead, a deeply motherly gesture."I need you to let me be your mother now. Not the head of the family, but your support. I'm going to set up a few things, and I need you to just accept them, okay? No arguments."She started listing the necessary changes, but her delivery was now calm and supportive:Security: "Those two big men outside? They're going to be your shadows. You don't have to talk to them, but you are not to leave this house alone. We kno







