MasukA day after coming home from the hospital, the big mansion felt different. The loud cheers from the wedding were gone. Vanessa and Rory had gone back. The happy shouts of friends had faded away. Now, the only sounds were the soft cries of two new babies and the quiet footsteps of tired parents. Calla sat in her favorite chair in the living room. She was trying to feed little Xiomara for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The baby was sucking hard, and Calla winced in pain. “Ouch,” she whispered, her voice tired. “Killian, why did no one tell me this would hurt so much? Everyone talks about the joy, but no one talks about this pain.” Killian was walking back and forth across the room with little Xavier in his arms. The baby was crying loudly, his tiny face red and angry. Killian looked more tired than anyone had ever seen him, but his eyes shone with happiness. “I know, my love,” he said softly, rocking the crying baby gently. “I wish I could take the pain for you. I reall
For a single second, there was complete silence in the garden. You could have heard a pin drop. Then, all hell broke loose. Killian’s calm, controlled demeanor shattered into a million pieces. His eyes widened in pure panic. “The baby! The baby is coming!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He didn’t wait for a doctor or an ambulance. In one swift move, he swept Calla up into his arms, her white dress flowing over his arms. “Out of my way!” he shouted, starting to run down the aisle. “She’s having the baby! Now!” The formal, elegant wedding instantly turned into controlled chaos. Rich and powerful guests scattered out of the path of the frantic groom. Chairs tipped over. Neva was already on her phone, barking orders to the drivers. “Forget the decorations! We’re going to the hospital! Now!” Mateo was right behind Killian, trying to help. “The car is this way, boss! This way!” “I know where the car is!” Killian yelled back, still running. Maria grabbed Gabriel’s hand, her face a p
Calla's grip tightened on the phone. Her body went still. "Vanessa. What do you want?" "Killian called me," Vanessa said, her voice surprisingly calm and clear. "He told me about my father. About... everything he did." "And?" Calla asked, her tone still guarded, waiting for the anger or the blame. "And I'm not angry," Vanessa said, and she sounded like she meant it. "It's over. Finally. I feel... free. Like a huge weight is gone and I can breathe properly for the first time in years." Calla felt the last bit of tension leave her shoulders. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. "I'm truly glad to hear that, Vanessa." There was a comfortable pause. Then Vanessa continued. "Rory and I... we took a test. A Non-Invasive Prenatal Paternity Test. It confirmed that Rory is the father." "That's great news," Calla said softly, meaning it. "I'm happy for you both." "We're happy," Vanessa said, and there was a light, hopeful sound in her voice. "Really, truly happy." Calla looked down
A week later, the heavy feeling that had filled the big mansion was finally starting to fade. It felt like a dark cloud had passed, letting the sun shine through again. Calla was getting her strength back, day by day. She could now walk from her bedroom all the way to the living room without anyone's help. The air in the house felt light and easy, like the first warm day of spring after a long, cold winter. That whole day had been full of laughter and silly games. Killian, who was usually so serious and focused on work, had put everything aside. He spent the entire day with Calla and little Gabriel who was still spending time here as Maria took up plans with the restaurant, Killian and Gabriel played simple card games at the big table. They had ordered far too much food from their favorite restaurants, pizzas, pastas, and sweet desserts, and had eaten it all while watching funny movies that made them laugh until their sides hurt. For the first time in what felt like forever, the huge
A few days had passed since the bomb, since Vincenzo's death with Alfredo. The big mansion felt different now, still quiet, but not so heavy. The silence was being filled with new sounds. The soft footsteps of little Gabriel running down the hall. The low voices of Jones and the other guards talking. The gentle rustle of blankets when Calla moved on the living room sofa. Calla rested with her head on Killian's lap, scrolling through videos on her phone. Killian's fingers moved slowly through her hair, his other hand resting on her growing stomach. "I still don't think you should do this today," he said, his voice tight with worry. "The doctor said complete rest. No stress." Calla looked up at him. "I'm not moving from this sofa, Killian. I'm just going to watch on a screen. But I have to be there for Maria. I made her a promise." A few days earlier, Calla had tried to go back to her own house. "Gabriel has been alone with Jones for too long," she had argued. Killian had shaken hi
Calla swam up from the darkness slowly, like coming up from deep water. The first thing she felt was a dull ache through her whole body. The second thing was a warm, strong hand holding hers tightly. She opened her eyes bit by bit. The bright white lights of the hospital room made her blink several times. "Calla?" a rough, familiar voice whispered close to her ear. "My love, can you hear me? Please say something." She turned her head slowly on the pillow. Killian was there, his face pale and tired beside her bed. Neva stood on the other side, her usual sharp expression softened with real worry. Both of them looked like they hadn't slept for days. "The babies..." Calla managed to say, her voice coming out as a dry croak. Her hand moved weakly to her swollen stomach, needing to feel that they were still there. "They're safe," Killian said quickly, his voice full of emotion as he squeezed her hand. "They're strong, just like their mother. The doctor already checked them. They're perf
“Killian,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Oh, Killian…” “Again,” he demanded, his hand slipping between her thighs. “Killian!” she screamed as he entered her in one swift motion, her nails raking down his back. He pounded into her, hard and fast, his grip on her hips bruising.
The night had draped itself over the city by the time they stepped out of Killian’s the elevator. The building was quiet, Some of the staff long gone downstairs. His guards fell into formation the moment they exited the main doors. Calla blinked at the sleek black SUV that pulled up, the convoy o
Meanwhile…Neva stood in front of the mirror in a her room, her reflection a weapon in itself.The black dress she wore clung to her curves like it had been sewn onto her skin. Her lipstick was blood red, her heels sharp enough to stab. But the real threat wasn’t visible, it was tucked into the thi
Damien tried to keep his cool as he looked at the woman before him, dressed in a skintight red dress, blood-red lipstick matching the rage in her eyes. “Who sent you? Was it Calla? Or was this part of what she wanted Killian Black to do?” Damien asked, his voice trembling, trying to sound brave.







