LOGINCeleste Years Later If someone told me years ago that my mornings would start with shrieks, small footsteps racing across hardwood floors, and a husband muttering prayers under his breath… I would’ve laughed.But that was before my life became beautifully unrecognizable.Before I became a mother of three.Before I became this version of myself — softer, fuller, steadier, the kind of happy that settles deep in the bones.This morning began the same way every morning began in the Calix household: with chaos.Tiny, adorable, unstoppable chaos.“Daddy! Daddy, he took it again! He did it again!” a voice shrieked from the hallway.I didn’t even need to look to know who it was.Amara, our eldest, barreled into the room, hair halfway undone, wearing her favorite pink pajamas covered in cartoon clouds.“Daddy, tell Seth to stop stealing my things! It’s mine! He didn’t ask permission!”I blinked, still half asleep.Sebastian blinked, fully tortured.“Amara,” he sighed, “sweetheart, it’s seven
CelesteThe lights of the reception dimmed slowly, like the night was finally ready to rest after carrying so much joy.The last notes of the band faded, leaving only the soft, distant hum of the ocean. I stood near the exit of the beachfront hall, still holding my bouquet—even though it had long wilted from hours of dancing and hugging and crying.It was the kind of exhaustion that didn’t weigh me down.The kind that wrapped around me like something warm and full and overwhelmingly real.“Mommy!”I turned just in time for Amara to run into my arms, her tiny floral shoes almost tripping over the sand scattered from the shore. Her hair was loose from all the dancing; her flower crown had slid to one side hours ago and stayed there, stubbornly crooked.I crouched carefully—my gown making tiny rustling sounds—and held her close.“You sleepy, baby?”She nodded against my neck. “I wan’ to stay with you… but my eyes are… heavy.”Sebastian appeared behind her, chuckling low. “Tireless all aft
Sebastian I was not a man who unraveled.I’d built an empire from the ground up, survived markets that swallowed seasoned CEOs whole, and negotiated with men who smiled like allies and struck like serpents. My life had been a never-ending battlefield where weakness was a luxury I could never afford.And yet—Standing here, on this sun-lit beach that had been transformed into a cathedral of glass, flowers, and ocean breeze…Waiting for the love of my life…My entire soul was trembling.The aisle stretched long before me, covered in clear panels filled with frozen white petals. Above it arched a tunnel of roses woven so densely that sunlight filtered down in scattered, celestial beams. Beyond that tunnel was the set of double doors—massive, white, adorned with trailing vines—that hid the most important moment of my life.People whispered around me—old friends, business partners, high-profile guests, the most influential families I grew up with—all perfectly dressed, all acting composed
Celeste Two Months LaterMorning didn’t break softly—it unfurled in a quiet shimmer, like the sun itself understood that today wasn’t ordinary. Today wasn’t just my wedding day… it was also my birthday. And somehow, the universe decided to combine the two biggest moments of my life into one breathtaking, terrifying, overwhelming day.I woke up before my alarm, though I barely slept at all. My heartbeat had been its own kind of restless knocking all night, a mix of nerves and surreal excitement that kept me turning beneath the silk sheets. I stared at the canopy above me for a long moment, letting the stillness settle around me.This villa—the bridal villa—was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Set on the highest cliff of Seb’s private island, it had floor-to-ceiling glass walls that opened directly to the endless blue of the ocean. From where I lay, I could see the water rippling with the first hints of sunrise. Gold, soft pink, and a pale, glowing lavender spread across the horizon like
CelesteAfter days of cold hospital air, machines beeping beside me, and that constant underlying fear that something could go wrong, stepping out of the hospital doors felt like waking up from the longest nightmare. The air was warm, the sky clear, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe without feeling pain or panic clawing at my chest.Sebastian was gripping my hand tightly, as if afraid I might vanish if he loosened his hold. His other hand carried the small bag containing my discharge papers and the few belongings Alexis had brought. He kept glancing at me—every few seconds—checking if I was okay, if I was walking fine, if I was breathing fine, if the world was treating me fine.“Stop worrying,” I whispered, nudging him with my shoulder.He didn’t even try to deny it. “Not happening.”I smiled softly, the kind of smile that carried gratitude and exhaustion all at once. “I’m really okay, Seb. I’m just… tired.”His brows pinched slightly, but he nodded. “Yo
Celeste Nicholas moved to the other side of the bed, careful not to crowd me. “Don’t ever do that again,” he muttered, though his voice shook. “Passing out, getting kidnapped, almost dying—Celeste, my heart can’t handle that.”I let out a weak laugh, even though my throat tightened. “I didn’t want any of it to happen either…”Alexis sniffed, blinking rapidly before placing the bag of clothes on the couch. “I brought some of your things. And… and snacks. But I don’t know if you’re allowed to eat snacks so—” Her eyes widened as she turned to Sebastian. “Sebastian, is she allowed?”“For now, only what the doctor permits,” Sebastian replied, his tone gentler than usual when speaking to her. “But thank you, Alexis.”She nodded quickly, her relief mixed with guilt as her gaze returned to me.Theodore stepped closer, posture straight but eyes impossibly soft. “You are family,” he said quietly. “Do not forget that. We almost lost you.” His jaw tightened. “I am grateful we did not.”Emotion r







