로그인ROOSEVELT’S POVThe afternoon sun poured down over the grass of our backyard garden. I sat comfortably on a large woven picnic blanket, laughing softly as I watched my husband chase our two beautiful children around the garden."You cannot escape me. I am way too fast for you!" Zyran roared playfully, his deep voice echoing across the yard as he lunged forward, easily catching our now seven- year- old daughter by the waist."No, Daddy, put me down! I am too big for tickles!" Lorna shrieked, bursting into loud, uncontrollable giggles as she squirmed in his arms, her long hair flying wildly in the wind."You are never too big for tickles, little queen. Now I am going to catch your brother!" Zyran laughed, spinning Lorna around and gently setting her on the grass before turning toward the tiny, stumbling toddler trying to run away on his short little legs."Run, Julian! I am is coming to get you!" Lorna cheered, clapping her hands and pointing at her two-year-old baby brother.Julian sq
ROOSEVELT’S POVWe packed our bags the next morning and left New York as we boarded Zyran's jet to finally head home to Italy. The entire flight was filled with kisses, happy tears, and the realization that we were completely free.When the car drove us away from the Milan airport, I leaned my head against Zyran's shoulder feeling exhausted yet happy, until I looked out the tinted window and noticed we were driving down an unfamiliar street."Zyran, where are we going? This isn't the way to the house," I asked, sitting up slightly and watching the big gates that slowly opened in front of us. They revealed a breathtaking mansion surrounded by gardens and trees."We're not going back to the old house , Roosevelt," Zyran said softly, his hand gently squeezed my knee as the car pulled up to the park of the new house. "I sold it yesterday while you were sleeping in the hospital.""You sold the mansion?" I gasped, my eyes widening in shock as I looked at the beautiful new building. "But all
ROOSEVELT’S POVI slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the bright, harsh fluorescent lights shining down from the ceiling, the smell of hospital bleach filled my nose, making me groan softly as I tried to sit up."Hey, hey, take it easy, my love. Just lie back down," Zyran’s deep, soothing voice murmured beside my ear, his hand gently pushed my shoulder back against the pillows.I turned my head and saw him sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed. His eyes looked very tired, but they shone with relief as he brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles."Zyran, what happened? Why am I in the hospital?" I asked. My voice sounded dry and raspy, and my mind struggled to piece everything together."You fainted, Roosevelt," Zyran said softly, his thumb rubbing slow, comforting circles on the back of my hand. "The doctors said your body just shut down due to serious lack of strength, but you’re safe now and I have some very good news for you.""What news? What did the doctors sa
ROOSEVELT’S POV"Call the police right now, Marcus, and tell them to send every unit to this building," Zyran commanded, his voice low and menacing, leaving no room for mercy. "I want Mateo Thompson and Mina Sterling arrested for espionage, extortion, and attempted murder. Lock them up where they will never see the light of day again." "Yes, Mr. King. The authorities are already on their way," Marcus replied, pulling his radio from his belt to make the call while his men kept their guns aimed at Mateo’s guards. Mateo didn’t fight anymore, he sat on the floor, wiping the blood from his split lip as he stared at the broken pieces of the flash drive. He realized his empire and freedom were gone. Zyran didn’t even look at Mateo again, he turned to Beatrice and Clara, his eyes devoid of any love or warmth. "You are no longer part of my life and you are no longer part of this family," Zyran said coldly, his voice sharp and frigid. "I officially renounce you as my mother and sister. You
ZYRAN’S POVThe coffee splashed across the floor, but Mateo didn’t even blink. "You dropped your coffee, Thompson," I said, my voice low and steady, echoing off the walls. I kept walking until I stood just a few feet away from him, keeping Roosevelt safely by my side.Before Mateo could speak, the elevator chimed again. Two more figures stepped out behind him.It was my mother, Beatrice, and my sister, Clara, they both wore expensive suits and looked smug. But the moment they glanced past Mateo's shoulder and saw me, the arrogance drained from their faces."Zyran?" Beatrice gasped, hands flying to her chest as she stumbled backward, bumping into Clara. "What... what are you doing in New York?""I came to look the traitors in the eye," I growled, my dark eyes filled with disgust as I faced the woman who gave birth to me. "Did you really think you could plot against my family in secret and I wouldn't find out?""We didn’t do anything wrong, Zyran, we are just doing business!" Clara yel
ZYRAN’S POVI walked through the door of the mansion, expecting to see my wife smiling and waiting for me. Instead, I found Roosevelt pacing the living room, her face pale and her hands shaking as tears ran down her cheeks."Roosevelt, what is wrong? What happened?" I asked, dropping my briefcase on the floor and rushing to hold her in my arms."It’s Mina, Zyran, she finally dropped the act," Roosevelt choked out, gripping my shirt so tightly her knuckles turned white. "She told me everything, she told me about the baby.""What baby? What are you talking about?" I frowned, confusion swirling in my mind as I looked down at her face."You remember she was pregnant when you threw her out five years ago, but the baby wasn't yours. It belonged to her ex-boyfriend," Roosevelt cried, her voice breaking into a loud sob. "She lived on the streets, and the baby got severe leukemia. She had no money for the hospital, so the she died in her arms."I froze, the air vanishing from my lungs. A wave
ROOSEVELT’S POV"Daddy, you burned it!"Lorna’s loud giggle filled the kitchen."I did not burn it, little bug," Zyran said playfully. "It is just extra crispy and that is how the best chefs in Italy make it.""No, they don't!" Lorna laughed. "It looks like a black rock!"I stood in the hallway, le
MATEO’S POV"Welcome to New York, Mr. Thompson."I stepped out of the car and looked up, the cold city wind hit my face."It is a very tall building, Leo," I said, staring at the glass skyscraper in front of us."Fifty floors, sir," Leo said proudly. He stood beside me, holding his tablet. "Right i
NIXIE’S POVIt was Mateo Thompson and he looked like he was fucking ready to kill."Who the hell are you?" Liam spat, puffing out his chest. "This is my wife! Mind your damn business!""Step away from her," Mateo ordered."I said she is my wife!" Liam yelled, taking a step toward Mateo. "Walk away,
ROOSEVELT’S POV"If we are a real family now, does that mean I can have a baby brother?"The wind blew across the balcony, for a moment, nobody spoke.Zyran choked on his breath. He began coughing, his face turning red.I burst out laughing. I covered my mouth, my shoulders shaking with laughter."







