تسجيل الدخول"How could he have been shot?! Wasn't he wearing a bulletproof vest, huh?!" Papa Arturo roared furiously. His thunderous voice was flooded with sheer panic as he saw me still clutching Samuel's unconscious body tightly in my arms.
Papa Arturo immediately dropped to his knees beside me, checking for a pulse on his son's neck with hands that trembled just as badly as mine. "Emelia, get up! We have to take Samuel to the hospital right now! He needs medical attention immediately!
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Pov SamuelThough I had agreed to Emelia's wish to stroll through this upscale shopping mall, make no mistake — I never once truly lowered my guard. The moment we stepped beyond the mansion's gates, I had already deployed several of my finest men, each one blending seamlessly into the crowd as ordinary visitors. Even Papa Lucas, a man driven by an almost feral protective instinct, was doing the same at this very moment.We would not allow a single crack of vulnerability that could harm my wife or our unborn child.That was precisely why, the moment my eyes caught sight of Ana — my wife's adoptive mother — advancing toward us with a gait saturated in contempt, I was already at the edge of my patience. I was a half-step from intercepting her path. But my feet came to an abrupt halt when I heard the volley of sharp, clear words spilling from Emelia's lips.A thin smile curved beneath my black mask. Pride thundered through my chest as
POV EmeliaI couldn't hide the smile that kept blooming on my face from the moment I stepped inside this luxurious shopping mall. Honestly, I had longed for this moment for such a long time — the chance to browse and shop leisurely with Mama — a childhood memory I never once had the privilege of tasting. I wanted to reclaim every piece of time we had spent apart. Buying matching outfits, hunting for the same handbags, and laughing freely the way a mother and daughter were always supposed to.Every now and then, I glanced over my shoulder and stifled a quiet laugh at the sight of Samuel walking at a steady pace several feet behind us. Look at him — my husband looked exactly like a personal bodyguard. Dressed in a crisp black formal suit, matching trousers, and his face half-concealed behind a black medical mask, his
"I heard your car was ambushed yesterday, Samuel?" Papa Lucas asked, the questions coming one after another. He had made a point of coming to the mansion the moment the whispers reached him through the security network.I gave a slow nod, keeping my expression as composed as possible — I had no desire to trigger unnecessary panic. "They were just ordinary civilians who happened to have been drinking heavily since the night before, Papa. But I'm not taking the initial report at face value," I answered, calm but firm.Papa Lucas nodded slowly, the creases of worry etched plainly across his brow. "Right, never take anything at face value. We need to be especially vigilant now. If at all possible, don't allow Emelia to leave the house for the time being. Papa is simply afraid that old enemies may have caught wind of her pregnancy.
I fixed my subordinates with a flat stare. It was difficult to believe what they were reporting — that the incident just now had been purely the doing of two drunken men driving recklessly at full speed.Damn it. They had nearly gotten my wife killed, careening wildly behind the wheel under the influence of alcohol — or perhaps even illegal substances."Don't let them go so easily. I have a feeling those bastards were only being used as bait," I said coldly, because the whole thing felt far too convenient. Besides, what kind of lunatic drives a car while blackout drunk?"Understood, Sir. We will carry it out," answered my subordinate on the other end of the line before cutting the call.I exhaled a long,
My eyelids parted slowly as a thread of soothing aromatherapy pierced my senses. The first thing my returning consciousness registered was Emelia's beautiful face, her eyes fixed on mine with a shimmer of anxious worry. Without a moment's hesitation, I pushed myself upright from where I lay and gathered her slight, delicate frame tightly into my arms. I buried my face deep in the hollow of my wife's neck, drawing in the natural scent of her skin — a fragrance that never once failed to quiet the storm raging through my nerves.Because I knew, with absolute certainty, that no medicine in this world could deliver me from the torment of this sympathetic pregnancy. Only Emelia. Only the intoxicating perfume of her body could dissolve my nausea in an instant, like a remedy conjured from something far beyond science.I sank deeper sti
With a body that felt remarkably healthier and more vigorous, I led Emelia out of the bedroom. My little wife looked wonderfully refreshed as well, a radiant glow of happiness shining clearly from her beautiful face as we walked side by side toward the family dining room.There, our parents had already gathered and were seated, waiting for our arrival. I could see unmistakable pride etched deeply into their expressions. However, my attention was immediately and entirely drawn to the several dishes laid out across the long dining table.Every variety of morning-sickness-prevention food had been arranged with meticulous perfection — from sliced fresh fruits, warm milk specially formulated for expectant mothers, whole-grain bread, to appetizing low-fat roasted meat.
Samuel's POVI had absolutely no problem enduring the lingering dizziness spinning inside my head, the nausea that had been churning my stomach, or even the fact that I hadn't been able to eat a single thing since earlier. All of that physical suffering evaporated in an insta
"Why do I have to be examined, Papa?" I asked directly, my brow furrowed deep.I felt both bewildered and confused by Papa Arturo's instruction. Given that I was in perfectly fine health and had no complaints whatsoever, why on earth was I the one being subjected to medical e
Samuel's condition had been worsening by the hour.It wasn't simply a wave of dizziness and sudden nausea — he had lost his appetite entirely. Every meal I prepared, from soft porridge to warm soup, came right back up the moment it touched his lips, leaving his body wea
POV Emelia.“Marry Mr. Samuel, Emelia!”I fell silent when Father asked me to marry a man I didn’t even know. I looked at him calmly. I knew something was wrong, considering how he had always favored Bianca, my younger sister, over me. It should have been Bianca, not me.“Why me? Why not Bianca?”







