ANMELDENPov Samuel
For the past few hours, I hadn't diverted my gaze from Emelia’s pale face for even a single second. I tightly gripped her cold hand, constantly hoping for a small miracle to happen tonight. Hoping those slender fingers would twitch, or at least her eyelids would flutter slightly as a sign that she was returning to me. Yet, I still felt nothing.Inside this entirely white room that felt so foreign and grim, the only thing I could hear was the monotonous beepi"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.
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 LucasMy eyes simply couldn’t stop drifting to a single spot since the moment Melissa stepped foot back into this house. Honestly, a massive surge of happiness completely enveloped my heart, being able to see her in the flesh again after decades of being torn apart by time.
Pov Samuel"Well, look who’s here. What on earth are you doing out here?"I instantly turned my head upon hearing the deep voice interrupting the stillness of the night. Instead of answering Papa Lucas’s question right away, I chose to take another slow sip of the
I truly still could not believe that fate would lead me to cross paths with Samuel. That dignified young man turned out to be the husband of my little girl, Emelia.Dear God... for decades, I had never laid eyes on my daughter's face. For decades, I was locked away without ever hearing e
I did not step foot back to my old house in the village that night after successfully fleeing Lucas’s grand estate. Armed with the remnants of whatever savings I possessed, I chose to survive in isolation, hidden away in a corner of this massive city.My decision was not without reas







