ログインLENAThe hum of the jet engines was low and steady, but my heart was not. I couldn’t stop glancing at Roman beside me, his expression hardening every time he looked at his phone. I pretended to adjust the blanket over the twins, pretending I didn’t notice, pretending everything was still soft and peaceful like before. But I could feel it—something had shifted.Roman never got that look unless it was serious.When he finally slipped his phone back into his jacket pocket, I whispered, “Was that about work?”He looked at me quickly, too quickly. “Yeah. Just business.”He kissed the top of my head like he always did when he wanted to soothe me. But his hand—his hand was clenched. I felt the tension roll off him like static electricity.“Business doesn’t usually make your jaw tighten like that,” I said quietly.His lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You’ve been watching me too closely.”“Always,” I said softly, trying to tease him, to lighten the air between us.He ch
LENAThe sound of the ocean was softer in the morning, like it didn’t want to wake the world just yet. The waves whispered against the sand, the salty breeze slipping through the open balcony doors of our beach villa. I sat on the lounge chair with a blanket draped around me, sipping my coffee while watching Roman and Isabella build a sandcastle below.Roman looked too good for someone who claimed he wasn’t a morning person. His hair was messy, his white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, and he had that lazy half-smile he always wore when he was with the kids. Isabella’s giggles carried all the way up to me, and every sound of it made my chest swell.The twins were still asleep inside. They were only a few months old and already ruled our lives like tiny kings. Roman and I barely slept, but somehow, this—watching him like that, our daughter laughing in the sunlight—made everything worth it.He glanced up at me and caught me staring. Of course he did. Roman Wolfe never missed anythin
LENA When Roman said we needed to “get away for a while,” I didn’t realize he meant literally vanish off the grid. Within forty-eight hours, he’d cleared his schedule, packed up our family, and loaded us onto his private jet bound for the Maldives. No business calls. No bodyguards, except for one discreet presence in the background. Just us. Part of me wanted to argue—to demand he tell me what that mysterious phone call was really about—but the exhaustion from giving birth, nursing the twins, and managing Isabella’s nonstop curiosity had dulled the fight in me. I figured, if this was Roman’s way of protecting us, maybe I could let him play hero for just a little while. And, God, it felt good to breathe again. The island looked like something out of a dream—white sand, turquoise water that shimmered under the morning sun, palm trees swaying lazily in the breeze. The villa Roman had rented sat right above the lagoon, with glass floors where you could watch the fish glide beneath you
LENA The twins were asleep in their bassinets beside my hospital bed, soft coos filling the quiet room. The morning light crept in through the blinds, painting everything in gold. My body still ached, but there was this indescribable peace that came with the sound of their tiny breaths. I woke up to find Roman gone. For a second, panic bloomed in my chest, but then I heard his voice — low and warm — coming from just outside the door. It was Isabella. “Daddy, can I hold Ben again? Please?” she was saying in her small, eager voice. Roman chuckled softly, his tone gentle in a way that always melted me. “You held him twice already, little one. We have to let Mommy rest, remember?” “But I’ll be careful. I promise.” There was a pause, then the soft creak of the door opening. Isabella peeked in first, her messy braids swinging as she tiptoed closer. She looked so tiny next to the hospital bed, holding a teddy bear nearly her size. “Mommy, are you awake?” “I am,” I said, smiling at h
LENA The bright white walls of the hospital room made everything feel too real. My palms were clammy, my heart racing faster than the monitor beside me. Every contraction hit harder, closer together, and I could barely catch my breath between them. I gripped Roman’s hand like my life depended on it. He was right there beside me — sleeves rolled up, hair messy from pacing, his eyes wide with panic and love all at once. “Breathe, baby, just breathe,” he said, brushing the hair away from my face. “I’m trying,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut as another wave tore through me. “I think your sons are trying to kill me.” Roman actually laughed, though his voice was tight. “They’re just eager to meet their mom.” “Then tell them to slow down.” The nurse chuckled softly as she checked the monitor. “They’re coming soon, Mrs. Wolfe. You’re doing beautifully.” Beautifully. I wanted to tell her that nothing about this felt beautiful. It felt like climbing a mountain barefoot. Roman kissed my
LENAThe next few days passed in a haze of sleepless nights and constant movement. Security guards rotated shifts outside the penthouse, drones hovered discreetly above the building, and Roman’s private investigators worked round the clock. Every creak, every buzz of my phone made my heart leap into my throat.That last message—You missed me—still sat on my screen like a curse. I hadn’t shown it to Roman. Not yet. He was already on edge, and I couldn’t bear to see that flicker of fear in his eyes again.Instead, I focused on keeping things normal, at least for Isabella. Morning pancakes. Cartoons. Tiny moments of laughter between all the tension. Roman tried too—he read her bedtime stories, even though his phone never stopped buzzing. But I could see the lines deepening on his face, the sleepless nights wearing him down.On the fourth morning, he disappeared into his office right after breakfast. No one was allowed in. The door stayed shut for hours, and every time I walked past, I co







