FAZER LOGINPOV Emelia
I 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 t
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.
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
"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







