LOGINA 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
“Damien Calloway Announces Upcoming Engagement to Selene Monroe”Her mouth twitched into a dry, unimpressed smile. “Cute.”“He’s making a move,” Killian said, eyes hard. “So we make ours.”Calla tossed the paper back on the desk. “He can marry her. Throw her a castle wedding. I don’t care.”Killian
The sun had barely risen when Killian stepped out of the mansion. He was dressed sharp, sleek, his black shirt rolled to his elbows and his sunglasses hiding the fire in his eyes. Matteo, his long-time assistant, was already waiting beside the sleek black SUV. "Is everything in place?" Killian as
The city air was cool on her skin, and for once, Calla wasn’t being trailed by men in black suits or stiff guards with earpieces. Just one woman. One silent, stone faced, leather-jacket-wearing woman. They had walked past a small park, sipped overpriced coffee from a corner shop, wandered int
"Another drink, sir?" Damien didn’t answer. He simply waved his fingers, his other hand gripping a tumbler half-filled with scotch. The bass of the music moved through the dark corners of the exclusive club, and strobe lights painted the walls in shades of red and purple, all his head could think





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