LOGINWith her arms spread outward, she spun. Nate held his breath, utterly captivated by the elegance and fluidity of her dance. Draped in a flowing white dress, she looked like a swan descended straight from heaven. The multiple layers of her dress rising and falling around her. His eyes followed her movements, adoringly, reverently.She curtsied at last and exhaled a loud, deep breath. A smile curved her mouth as she lifted her head to look at him. Nate smiled, rising to his feet. She watched him, chest rising and falling softly, anticipation flickering in her eyes. He closed the distance and stood before her. "How did I do?" she asked, curious. It had been so long since she had danced.....since she had set aside the passions she once loved after becoming a mother. "Very few can dance like you," he told her, smiling. Sera lit up, visibly happy after getting the compliment. "It felt nice," Sera shared. She felt light. Her days were spent around her babies and Nate, she barely got time
An overwhelming sense of affection took over her heart as she gazed down at her babies. It had felt like walking through fire, bringing them into the world, but after having them in her arms, she knew she would willingly endure worse trials than that for her babies. The camera flash broke her away from her trance. Her head snapped up to find Hannah clicking their pictures. She smiled as the family approached her along with Nate. "How are you feeling, Sera?" Ara asked his daughter-in-law. "Better," Sera replied with a smile. Even though the pain still lingered and every movement aggravated it, she felt much better than before. "Aww… they’re so adorable," Hannah cooed, her voice soft with wonder as she leaned closer to the newborns, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her nephews. At the sound of her voice, the babies shifted ever so slightly, their tiny features scrunching before their curious gazes seemed to settle on her, as though trying to make sense of the new presence. Unabl
Sweat trickled down her temple as she pushed with every ounce of strength she possessed. From her back to her belly, everything hurt. She could feel her hipbones splitting; even drawing breath required conscious effort. "Take a deep breath," Nate reminded her earnestly. Heat clung to her damp palm, slick with sweat. Sera turned a sharp glare at him. Nate stilled. "If you tell me to bretah one more time, I swear...aaahhh," she screamed, the pain was overwhelming. "Why does it hurt so much?" she groaned. Nate gulped. He was certain that if he told her to breathe again, she would kill him first. "Stop making faces, will you?" she snapped at him, irritated. Nate blinked at him, unsure. He had his usual expression on. He didn't know what she was talking about. But he knew better than to ask her, so he softened his expression.She pushed, her nails biting crescent into his flesh. But he remained calm even as his heart raced as if in a marathon. It felt like eternity had passed when they
Nate bowed his head, folding his hands in quiet prayer. A single plea lingered on his lips, the safety of the woman he loved and the children she carried. Sera was in the hospital, in labor. While his family stayed by her side, he had stepped away to the church, seeking blessings for them. It hurt him to see her like that. The way she writhed and cried out, each sound of her anguish cutting deeper. He couldn’t bear to watch her suffer.After finishing his prayer, he returned to the hospital. As he neared her room, her cries of agony reached him, each one tightening something in his chest. It was one of those rare moments when he felt utterly helpless. He entered the room and found her still in bed. His mother and sisters were sitting around her, watching her in concern as she bore with the pain alone. Sera's eyes flew to him, and a flicker of relief crossed her features. She didn't have to say it. He walked towards her and sat down on the bed near her. He took her hand in his, all th
His ascent to power wasn't a smooth ride; it was a roller coaster, packed with several twists and turns. He wasn't offered the throne; he had earned it through sheer hardwork and obsession. And to keep it to himself, he had to drench his hands in a river of blood. It was a journey forged in violence. Violence he reveled in. But lying beside her, only thing he was truly grateful for was her. It was absurd how he wouldn't hesitate to give up his empire. An empire he had built brick by brick, for her. Her one tear was more powerful than a colossal wave of the ocean.......Sera watched him pace the hall as he spoke on the phone. Anxiety twisted inside her, but the concern in his voice for her grandmother brought a strange sense of reassurance. She knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Sera had no idea when she had started trusting him this much, when his words had begun to matter so deeply to her, but they did. The way he cared for her family had touched her more than she coudl
Sera stole a glance at him. His features were still hard, as though carved from stone. His taut posture made his displeasure evident. "Where are we going?" she questioned, her tone quieter now. Nate gave no response. She asked again, but he remained stubbornly silent. Realising he wasn't going to answer, she turned her gaze from him to the window. Her heart had begun to grow heavy now.The car slowed to a halt outside their own mansion. Sera frowned. She thought he was taking her somewhere different. Nate opened the door and stepped out. After walking around the car, he opened her door and helped her out. Despite the anger still etched on his face, his touch remained gentle. Hand in hand, he escorted her inside their mansion. Sera had no idea what was on his mind. "Sit down," Nate said, his voice softer now. Sera sat down on the couch while Nate took out his phone and dialed someone. He pressed the phone against his ear and said, "Come to the mansion." The order was direct and curt
Sera strolled into the room. Dyson was awake. His gaze drifted to her, and recognition lit them. Sera smiled, wiping away her tears as he opened his mouth to speak, "Se..se....ra," he whispered. Sera nodded and lengthened her strides towards him. "You're alright," she murmured, emotions overflowi
Sera had just entered the bathroom when the door opened again, revealing a man. She froze for a second before steadying herself and saying, “This is the ladies’ washroom.”"I know," the man said and stepped in. Sera frowned as he closed the door behind him. Alarm rang off in her head as she backed
"You sent for me?" Sera asked. Her gaze absently drifted around to take in the heap of ash overflowing the tray, the cold coffee cup left untouched. Nate turned, smoke curling from the half-burned cigarette resting between his fingers. The shadow underneath his eyes spoke of battles lost to sleep.
"Mom and Dad would be so proud to see you, Dyson. You're doing so well," Sera encouraged her brother with tears in her eyes as he tried to reach for the spoon she held in her hand. He had begun to move, even if only a little, but the very fact that he was trying filled her with hope that he would s







