Third person POV A YEAR LATER… The grand hall sparkled like a star-studded night, every chandelier casting a warm golden glow over hundreds of guests dressed in their finest. The soft hum of classical music floated through the air, but it was quickly drowned out by the chaos of tiny feet and mischievous giggles. “Jay! Stop stepping on your tux!” Julian hissed, running after the little boy who decided a full sprint down the aisle was an excellent idea. “Jay took my bowtie!” Miles wailed from the side of the stage, his tiny arms flailing as Cassiel struggled to pin a fresh flower on his blazer. “I swear these twins will age me backwards,” Cassiel muttered, picking up Miles while ducking to avoid a flying cupcake. Meanwhile, Ray and Amie were in a full-on frosting war with Jess, Lucien’s daughter, who had somehow managed to hide under the dessert table and launch sneak attacks. “I’m going to count to five!” Gavin warned, covered in tiny pink handprints as he tried to pull R
Third person POV The murmurs in the hall died down the moment Enzo stepped onto the platform. Cameras clicked. Eyes turned. Behind him stood a massive digital screen flashing the golden logos of Cruz Tech and Takahashi Dynamics. The press conference was in full swing, but his attention wasn’t on the audience. It was on her. Reina sat poised beside him, dressed in a pristine white pantsuit with subtle embroidery lining the sleeves—elegant, sharp, stunning. Her lips were tinted the same rouge she always wore, but tonight her eyes glittered with something different. Accomplishment. And maybe… anticipation. When they signed the final document, sealing the billion-dollar collaboration, applause erupted. Reina extended her hand to Enzo like a business partner would, but the spark in her gaze didn’t belong in a boardroom. He didn’t shake her hand. Instead, he leaned in slightly and murmured, “We’re celebrating. Just the two of us.” She tilted her head. “Where?” “You’ll see.”
Third person POV The restaurant was a rooftop gem nestled in the heart of the city, softly lit with warm amber lights that glimmered like tiny stars against the deepening twilight. A gentle breeze kissed the air, carrying with it the faint aroma of grilled herbs and freshly baked bread. Enzo adjusted the cuffs of his blazer, stealing a glance at his watch before looking back at the entrance. He wasn’t nervous. At least, that’s what he told himself. Then the elevator doors slid open with a chime, and there she was—Reina. Her long black hair was twisted up, a few strands falling to frame her face. She wore a satin wine-colored dress with a slit up the side that swayed gently as she walked toward him. “You’re punctual,” she said, her voice teasing, but softer than usual. “And you’re stunning,” he replied with a small smirk, gesturing for the waiter. “Shall we?” She nodded and followed him to the table, set near the edge of the rooftop where the view of the skyline shimmered
Third person POV Time had gone by, and the Morelli castle estate was once again buzzing with laughter, movement, and the smell of food wafting from the kitchen. It was always lively they all gathered like this, and even though everyone had grown busier with different countries and careers, there was something about this old place that drew them all back like moths to a flame. Julian was the first to arrive with Cassiel, holding hands with their twin boys, Jay and Miles, who dashed across the marble floor the second they entered, screaming something about winning hide and seek. Julian just shook his head and muttered under his breath, “We didn’t even say hello yet.” Cassiel chuckled, his hand resting gently on Julian’s waist. “They’ve missed this place. Let them run.” Miss Maria emerged from the kitchen like a war general, hands on her hips and a floured apron on. “Don’t you let those boys break my flower vases, Julian Morelli!” “They’re not my vases,” Julian countered with a
Third person POV Enzo stepped out of the towering glass building, shaking hands with the last executive from the deal. His suit clung lightly to his frame, the early afternoon sun warming his back. “Congratulations again, Mr. Cruz,” the assistant from the other firm called. “Appreciate it,” Enzo replied, adjusting his sunglasses with a quick nod before heading to his car. He had finally closed the long-awaited East Asia partnership. He should’ve been exhausted, but the rush of victory had him grinning. He slid into the backseat of his black SUV and glanced at his watch. “Let’s stop by the shopping district,” he told his driver. “I need to pick up something.” “For the board?” the man asked. “No. For the people I care about,” Enzo muttered, pulling out his phone and scrolling through a list of names. “Get me the best chocolate for Miss Maria, something sleek for Julian’s desk, vintage wine for Cassiel—make that two bottles—and a custom brush set for Imani.” The car slid
Third person POV The sun hung low, casting molten gold streaks across the tinted glass walls of Evosync Towers, the headquarters of Enzo Cruz’s AI gaming company. The skyline of the city buzzed with activity, but inside the building, the tempo was at a completely different rhythm — one faster, sharper, and unforgivingly precise. Enzo stood at the front of the sleek black boardroom, dressed in a crisp navy suit, his lean frame a perfect blend of calm authority and focus. Behind him, a large LED screen flashed a rotating mockup of Project Ion Realm, their latest immersive game launch expected to reshape AI-driven gameplay. His voice was calm, confident, but clipped — he hadn’t slept more than four hours in days, yet his mind worked at full throttle. “Phase four of the development will begin in two weeks. I want 3D render optimization accelerated, voice AI feedback finalized, and server infrastructure tested in sandbox by the end of this month,” he said, eyes scanning his board of