MasukEight months later, the joyful, energetic cries of newborns echoed through the grand halls of the Vane mansion. Valeria had delivered not one, but two healthy, beautiful babies, a twin boy and girl. Julian’s happiness knew no bounds. He was completely out of his mind with pride and joy, still in utter disbelief that he had put two babies in Valeria at once. And they weren't just any newborns, they were absurdly good looking. Both infants had inherited Julian's intense, striking eyes, but the baby girl carried mostly Valeria’s breathtaking facial features, while the baby boy looked like a mini replica of Julian himself. After much deliberation, they had chosen matching names that perfectly bridged their own, Julien for their little prince, and Julie for their little princess. Today was the grand celebration of their naming ceremony, and the Vane estate was packed to maximum capacity. Virtually every major celebrity, athlete, and high profile figure in the country was present, filling
Julian continued staring at Romanus, who sat completely still in the wheelchair, his unfocused eyes gazing off into the distance. The old man had suffered severe internal injuries from the bullet Barrett had fired that terrifying night. Fortunately, because the shooting had occurred right inside the hospital, emergency medical care was initiated within seconds. Miraculously, the bullet had missed his heart by less than an inch. However, the sheer trauma of the attack, combined with his high blood pressure and aging body, had triggered a massive ischemic stroke right on the operating table. The stroke had left Romanus paralyzed and incapacitated. He was currently unable to walk, speak, or move his body on his own. Yet, against all odds, he was alive. The doctors had done everything humanly possible to stabilize him, and the family had now arranged to fly him back to England for advanced long term rehabilitation. No one knew when he would recover, whether it would take months, years,
Clara turned toward Valeria for support, but Valeria simply chuckled softly before turning her gaze to Julian.Over the past month, Clara had actively shown deep interest in Valeria’s recovery. She did anything and everything to make sure Valeria was comfortable and getting better. When Valeria had finally opened her eyes in the hospital, Clara hadn't hesitated to sit by her bed like a mother would, apologizing from the very depths of her soul.Earlier, on the night of Valeria's incident, Clara had seen her son’s complete emotional breakdown. Julian had been on the verge of crying. Only then did it truly dawn on Clara how shattered her only son must have felt during those five years alone in England when she had lied to him, claiming Valeria didn't want him anymore. Clara couldn't turn a blind eye any longer or force her choices onto him. She saw clearly that he loved only Valeria, and if she wanted peace with her son, accepting Valeria was her only path forward. Besides, she realized
A month later, Julian stood on the high balcony of his main estate, looking out over the massive property. He had intentionally doubled the security detail across the entire grounds, placing dozens of heavily armed guards at every gate, pathway, and blind spot. After everything that had happened last month, he wasn't taking a single chance with his family's safety ever again. Sipping a drink from his glass cup, Julian let out a deep, heavy sigh. The last few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind, a chaotic series of events that felt like something straight out of a action movie. That violent night at the hospital, Barrett’s streak of luck had finally run out. The moment he had slammed through the glass doors with Julian's security detail hot on his heels, he had run straight into the main parking lot only to jam directly into the heavily armed police force that had just arrived on scene. It turned out the Canadian team coach, terrified of being tied to terrorism charges, had exposed
A few minutes later, Julian arrived back on the main floor, three heavy security details walking right behind him. He had already placed Ariel and his mother under guard on the lower floor, with orders for the guards to escort them home the moment Romanus came down. Julian, Shawn, and the three hefty guards had just stepped into the quiet hallway when a sudden, loud gunshot echoed through the floor. Before any of them could react or locate the source of the shot, Barrett suddenly burst out through the shattered glass of the door in front of them. The loud gunshot immediately woke up everyone on the floor, sending people screaming as the fire alarm suddenly went off. As Barrett burst through the frame dressed in a nurse's uniform with a surgical mask pulled down over his chin, time seemed to slow down to a complete crawl. His cold, dark eyes met directly with Julian’s. Julian’s vision narrowed as a violent memory flashed through his mind, the ice rink on the day of the championshi
Julian stood by the door of the private room, his brow deeply creased as his eyes locked onto Shawn. Beside him, Romanus glanced back silently, his expression wordlessly asking if Julian had any idea what the young man was blabbering about. Without a word, Julian began moving toward Shawn. Shawn also stepped forward to meet him halfway. Shawn had been at the airport, on his way to Europe to visit his mother who had suddenly fallen ill, when the news of Valeria’s accident reached him. Initially, after their last awkward encounter and after Valeria had made it clear that she and Julian were officially back together, Shawn had actively stayed out of their personal business. Deep down, he knew that financially, socially, and physically, Julian was capable of taking care of Valeria far better than he ever could. But receiving today's terrifying news had shattered that belief entirely. As soon as Shawn reached Julian, he opened his mouth to vent his anger, but Julian beat him to it. "W
I stood with my back pressed against the heavy door, my fingers still trembling as they let go of the cold handle. The vip lounge was a testament to his wealth, sleek, expensive, and filled with the kind of high end technology that signaled he was no longer the boy from my past, but a global icon
As I walked through the backstage corridor of the North Am Arena, every rhythmic click of my heels echoed against the walls, sounding less like footsteps and more like a count down to a confrontation five years in the making. My heart was hammering an uneven rhythm against my ribs, but I forced m
Ever since I received the news that I was the one assigned to the Julian Vane exclusive, the very air in the Apex Media building seemed to have thinned, leaving me lightheaded and breathless. I sat at my desk in the bustling newsroom, my fingers hovering uselessly over the keyboard of my laptop. E
The mid morning sun hung like a polished coin over the city, its heat a familiar weight on my shoulders as I stepped out of the international terminal. Yet, despite the warmth, everything felt foreign. Five years of chasing headlines across Europe and North America had forged me into someone unreco







