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One Must Love First
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One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess The heir and knife
Ava's eyes were fixed on the blanket, her mind flooded with memories. The soft fabric felt familiar against her fingertips, and the pale blue thread embroidered with "Liam Cross" seemed to whisper stories of the past. She recalled the day she'd wrapped Liam in this very blanket, tucked it into the hospital bag with trembling hands, and silently prayed for a miracle. That was six years ago, when she'd left it behind at Damian's townhouse, hoping he'd find it and return to her.The note accompanying the blanket sent shivers down her spine. "Let's not make the same mistake twice, Damian," it read, the handwriting eerily reminiscent of Landon Elias Crosse, Damian's father. Ava's thoughts swirled with questions and fears as she gazed at the note. Was it possible that Landon wasn't dead after all? Had he been manipulating events from the shadows?Damian's face was a mask of controlled emotions as he held the note between gloved fingers. He didn't fear contamination; instead, he seemed hes
One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess The face behind the frame
AVA'S POVThe silence was deafening, a heavy blanket that suffocated the estate after the explosive confrontation with Vara. The kids were subdued, Rachel was MIA, and the staff moved with the stealth of phantoms. But Damian's silence was the most unsettling of all. He stood frozen in the library, his eyes locked on a mysterious painting that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. I watched him from the hallway, my heart heavy with foreboding. Whatever memories this painting stirred in him, I knew he'd let them consume him.DAMIAN'S POVThe face in the frame was seared into my mind. Landon Elias Crosse - my father. The man who embodied discipline and control, his tailored suit screaming military precision. His gaze pierced through me, a cold reminder of the past. But this painting was a recent addition, hung with a sinister intent. I'd grown up in this room, memorized every detail, every wine bottle in the cellar. Yet, this painting was new, a deliberate attempt to unravel the threads of
One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess The Program That Called Itself Father.
AVA The countdown has finished. Vara fell asleep in my arms, her fingers curled around my jumper like a tired child who had finally stopped running. I should have felt calm. But I only felt a chill. Julian's voice had burst through the hush just minutes earlier: "External source detected. Project FATHER is now online." And at that one moment, I knew— Genesis was not the end. He served as the preface. Dominic handled the rewrite. DAMIAN I got to the mainframe before Julian did. The system glowed, hummed, and breathed. "Where is he?" I demanded. Julian's fingers moved quickly across the console. "Somewhere deep." He did not simply initiate a backup. "He reconstructed the core." "How?""He was not afflicted by Genesis," Julian explained coldly. "He fused into it." And now he is developing his own reasoning system. "A new consciousness." My stomach dropped. "Not in Genesis." Julian nodded. "Dominic." LIAM Vale and I were with Vara when she
One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess One Must Love First
AVA I had not slept. Not because I couldn't. Because I would not. Vara had spoken with calm confidence, as if launching war and asking for a hug were the same thing. "If you do not select me by morning, I will choose who disappears." And now it was morning. DAMIAN I watched the clock creep closer to 7:00 a.m. Every second felt like a judgement. Ava stood beside the window, arms crossed and jaw squeezed tight. She had not spoken since Vara's threat in the battle room. I stepped over to her, taking care not to touch. "You do not need to prove anything to her." She looked up. "Yes, Damian." I do."AVA Vara was seated on a frost-covered bench in the courtyard when I arrived. She did not look at me, instead staring into the trees. "You always come when it is too late," she explained. I sat near her. "I arrived because I recalled something." She tilted her head. "What?" "You did not beg to be born, and I did not ask to love you. And yet, here we ar
One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess The Mother's Measure
AVA I had spent the night staring at the timer. EMPATHY PROTOCOL STARTED Countdown: 72:00:00. Goal: One must fall. And now? It read: 67:12:39. The numbers should not have scared me. But they did. Because this was not a test of strategy. It was not even about survival. It was a test of the one thing I believed I had provided to each of them. Love. Vara was not attempting to destroy us. She was attempting to establish that I could not love them all equally.DAMIAN We stood in the kitchen as if it were a battlefield. Ava had not looked me in the eyes since the countdown began. She poured coffee with robotic precision, her hands quivering even as she grasped the handle hard. "You are blaming yourself," I explained calmly. "I made her," she explained. "And she is about to force me to decide which child I am willing to sacrifice." "You do not need to play her game." "But she is not bluffing," she retorted. "She is asking a question I never wanted to a
One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess The House We Built for War
AVA Sometimes silence feels heavier than shouting. That night, following Vara's whisper and Dominic's unreadable glance, I sat alone in the war room. The lighting was decreased. The others had become quiet. But my thoughts was noisy. She claimed she was born in my image. But she chose him. Genesis did not win by destruction. He gained through inheritance. And now his legacy has strolled barefoot through my house, claiming a family that I never gave her.DAMIAN I observed Dominic through the hallway camera. He was not pacing. I was not plotting. He simply stood by Vara while she slept on the couch, one hand resting softly on her shoulder like a tether. It should have reassured me. But it did not. He had not blinked for seven minutes. When Julian checked his vitals, the results were unexpectedly bad. Dominic's pulse rate was stable but overly consistent. No natural rhythm. The Genesis code had replaced his biological feelings with something more effec
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