เข้าสู่ระบบThe terrace doors stood half open, letting the cool night air cut through the warm press of the ballroom.Zora found Octavia there, standing alone near the stone railing with her arms folded against the chill. The city lights stretched out below them in sharp lines. Music and conversation still drifted from inside, but out here the noise thinned.“You disappeared,” Zora said, stepping up beside her.Octavia didn’t turn right away. “I needed air.”“You’ve been quiet since the cake.” Zora leaned her elbows on the railing, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. “Did someone say something to you?”“No.”“Did I do something wrong?”Octavia finally looked at her. The smile she put on was neat and practiced. “I’m fine, Zora. It’s just a lot of people.”“You hate these things,” Zora said. “I know. That’s why I asked if you wanted to leave early. You said no.”“I changed my mind.”Zora studied her face for a second, then softened. “Okay. We can go back in and find my parents. They’l
The ballroom in the estate had been transformed into something that looked almost soft.Soft light spilled from tall crystal fixtures. Pale flowers lined the long tables in careful arrangements that somehow still felt alive rather than staged. A string quartet played near the far windows, low enough that conversation could move freely over it. Everything carried the quiet signature of money spent with intention rather than display.It was Zora’s fifteenth birthday.She stood near the entrance in a simple ivory dress that made her look older than she was, dark hair falling loose over one shoulder, already smiling at the people filtering in. She had the same open expression she had carried since childhood—the kind that assumed goodwill until proven otherwise. When she saw her parents across the room, she lifted her hand in a small wave. Asher inclined his head once. Serena’s mouth curved in the faintest private smile.Zora turned back toward the doors just as Octavia walked in.The two
The first disagreement Serena and Asher had as parents concerned a bottle warmer.The second concerned whether Zora needed another blanket.The third, which Asher insisted wasn’t an argument, concerned whether their daughter was allowed to sleep in the nursery without someone checking on her every fifteen minutes.Serena was beginning to suspect that becoming a father had made her husband slightly unreasonable.“She’s sleeping,” she reminded him.Asher stood beside the nursery cot, looking down at their daughter.“I can see that.”“Then why are you staring at her?”“I’m making sure she’s comfortable.”“She was comfortable before you came in.”He glanced at her. “Are you suggesting I should leave my daughter unattended?”“I’m suggesting you should stop treating her like she’s made of glass.”Asher looked down at Zora again.“She is very small.”“She is also perfectly capable of sleeping for twenty minutes without your supervision.”“Twenty minutes?”Serena sighed.“Come here.”He reluc
The third time Zora woke them before sunrise, Asher Blackwood made a decision.“We’re hiring another night nurse.”Serena, who was sitting against the headboard with their daughter tucked against her chest, looked at him over Zora’s tiny head.“You said that yesterday.”“And I meant it yesterday.”“You also said it the night before.”“I was right both times.”Serena laughed softly, careful not to disturb the baby.Zora had been home for barely a week, and already she had managed to turn their carefully organised household into a place where sleep was apparently optional.Asher, who could negotiate million-dollar deals without blinking, had discovered that a newborn’s cry was considerably more intimidating.He sat beside Serena and gently brushed a finger over Zora’s cheek.“She’s doing it deliberately,” he murmured.“She is seven days old.”“Exactly. Seven days of strategic manipulation.”Serena shook her head.“You’re going to be a terrible influence on her.”“I intend to be an excel
The sharp, burning pressure of the final push hit Serena like a freight train, tearing straight through her lower back and robbing her of every last breath."One more push, Serena! Right now!" Dr. Aris urged, her voice steady and loud over the hum of the room.Serena gripped the metal rails of the delivery bed until her hands cramped. Her whole body shook with exhaustion, her skin slick with cold sweat as she poured every remaining bit of strength into the push, crying out through her teeth.Then, a sudden, wet weight shifted, followed by a loud, clear cry that shattered the silence of the room."She’s here," Dr. Aris said with a warm smile, quickly wiping the newborn girl and placing her straight onto Serena’s bare chest.Serena sank back into the damp pillows, gasping for air. Her chest heaved, her heart racing so fast she felt dizzy. Her hands trembled violently as she instinctively cradled the tiny, warm body resting against her. The baby was wet, slippery, and crying hard, her li
The sterile, chemical scent of antiseptic soap and freshly laundered cotton sheets replaced the familiar warmth of the penthouse hours ago, marking the boundary between their old life and whatever waited on the other side of this room.Asher stood rigidly beside the adjustable hospital bed, his tailored shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hands gripping the metal safety rail so tightly that his knuckles shone white under the harsh, recessed overhead lights. Outside the private maternity suite at NewYork-Presbyterian, the Manhattan rain beat a relentless, rhythmic tattoo against the reinforced glass, blurring the distant twinkling lights of the city into bleeding smears of amber and gray."You're going to break the rail, Asher," Serena panted softly, her dark hair splayed across the crisp white pillows as she exhaled a long, measured breath through her nose. Her face was flushed, a faint sheen of sweat catching the light along her temples.Asher immediately loosened his grip, th







