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I stepped out of the hospital corridor, my body feeling incredibly weak. Half the blood from my body had just been transferred into that girl’s veins—Emelia.True to the word, she was my biological daughter, whose existence I had never known for decades. My own flesh and blood, left to grow up abandoned in an orphanage without any protection from her father. That reality struck my chest so hard it left me breathless.I had to find Rosalina immediatelI 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.
POV SamuelI stood frozen for several seconds, trying to process Emelia's most unusual request. How could she, on this very morning, with that innocent face of hers, whine about wanting to treat my manhood as though it were an ice cream cone?At first, a wave of strong hesitation washed over me — I was worried about her condition, being in the early stages of pregnancy. But the moment I reminded myself that this was driven by the hormones of our unborn child, I finally surrendered. I loosened the firm grip of my hand and allowed my little wife to begin freeing my precious length from the confines of my trousers.It started as nothing more than the faintest, most tentative brush of her fingers. But slowly, steadily, Emelia began to wrap her hand around it with gro
"Emelia… you're not delirious, are you?" Samuel asked, making sure. His pair of eagle-like eyes fixed on me intently, their gleam a tangled mixture of surprise and curiosity.Without a single trace of hesitation, I gave a firm nod. I held his gaze with a look of the deepest, most earnest pleading, while my palm slowly glided downward, tracing circles across his broad chest in a provocative, unhurried caress."Hmm… I don't know why either, Samuel. But tonight, I truly want you. I… I want us to do it," I answered honestly, stripping away every last shred of my shame in order to silence the strange, tormenting urge that had taken hold of my body."But you're in your early pregnancy, Sweetheart. Is it medically safe for us to do this right now?" Samuel asked
POV EmeliaI laughed softly, watching Papa Lucas and Papa Arturo suddenly become extraordinarily busy behind the kitchen counter, then shifted my gaze to Samuel, who was smiling knowingly at me. His hand reached out gently, smoothing my hair strand by strand with tender affection. The look in his eyes seemed to say that every bit of tonight's madness had been orchestrated solely to bring a smile back to my face.And it had worked. After a relentless string of terrible storms that had nearly torn us apart, I could finally laugh freely again — especially watching the ridiculous antics of two middle-aged men who were ordinarily feared throughout the business world."Thank you," I said softly, gazing straight into his eagle eyes, which had now softened with warmth.
"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, che
POV Emelia"Daniel, stop!!!"I screamed with every last shred of strength left in my throat. My tears fell harder and faster, soaking my cheeks that had gone rigid with overwhelming fear. Watching Samuel — my husband, the man who had always stood tall to shield me — now
Pov Lucas"Where are you going, Lucas?"Hearing that interrogative command, I immediately stopped in my tracks and spun around. I fixed Arturo with a razor-sharp gaze. How could that man still speak so calmly when the situation was this critical? Had his mind gone dull? Had he
"Why the blank stare? Are you that shocked to see me?"That raspy, mock-laden voice instantly yanked me forcefully out of my stupor. I blinked, staring at the figure before me with a gaze of burning, raging fury. Held captive beneath his frame, I could see Emelia trembling in absolute terr







