Se connecterWith every inch their bodies drew closer, Roxane felt the warmth flowing from Dark’s skin into hers. They were seated at the edge of the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms as if there were no tomorrow. She paused for a moment, gazing into his eyes—eyes filled with longing and desire, but more than anything else, with the love she had been searching for for so long. “Dark…” she called softly, almost a whisper, yet heavy with emotion. He smiled and gently caressed her cheek with a tender, careful hand. “Shhh… there’s nothing for you to be afraid of. I’m right here.” I’m scared… Roxane whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and tightened her grip on Dark’s shoulder. It feels like my womanhood will break open again… She felt her heart pounding wildly, almost matching every breath Dark took. Fear and overwhelming desire mixed together inside her—a strange sensation she couldn’t quite explain. She didn’t know whether to pull away or surrender, but one thing was clear: in Dark’s arm
Roxane… are you okay?” Dark’s voice was soft but filled with worry. Anxiety was almost bursting from his chest as he studied his wife’s face. “What did Papa say to you? Tell me, honey…” Roxane took a deep breath, forcing herself to control the tears that had long been overflowing in her heart. She looked closely at Dark—his eyes full of concern, his lips tense with sincerity and fear. In the middle of the vast garden where they stood, Roxane could feel the warmth of his presence. Without realizing it, the tears she had been holding back slowly streamed down her cheeks. Dark noticed immediately, his brows knitting in fear at the thought that she might be hurt. “Honey…?” Dark’s voice trembled, the fear obvious in every word. “What’s wrong?” But Roxane couldn’t answer. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle, tender kiss onto Dark’s lips. Tears fell as she kissed him with her whole heart—a kiss filled with all the emotions she had buried deep inside. Dark was stunned. His
Mr. Nathaniel fell silent for a moment. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to the sky, as if searching for strength and clarity in the vast, endless blue. He took a deep breath—the air swirling faintly around him, carrying a chill to his palms—before turning his sharp eyes back to Roxane. “Ahmmmm…” Mr. Nathaniel replied softly, forcing his voice to remain calm. “I already know that Dark is not the father of the child you’re carrying.” Roxane stared at him in silence. Inside her heart, a storm was slowly brewing. She didn’t know where to find the courage to face that harsh truth—a truth that shattered her world and unleashed a pain she had never felt in her entire life. Mr. Nathaniel’s words felt like a heavy stone crashing onto her chest, and no matter how hard she tried to hide it, she couldn’t stop herself from breaking under the weight of sorrow and weakness. “Why are you telling me this, Sir?” Roxane asked hoarsely, clearly struggling to control the emotions exploding inside her. “Y
“Before you all go wherever you’re headed, let’s go inside first. I’m already hungry,” Mr. Nathaniel suddenly said—the same man Vellama and Maxine had just been talking about moments ago. So that was why he couldn’t be found in the mansion—he had gone to pick up Dark and Roxane from the hospital. When Mr. Nathaniel stepped out of the car, the anger and irritation Vellama had been showing instantly vanished, especially toward Roxane. Fear was evident in her eyes—a fear she should not show her husband. She forced herself to suppress any reaction, simply staring at Mr. Nathaniel. “Roxane?” Mr. Nathaniel called gently, though his voice carried an unmistakable authority. Roxane immediately turned from where she stood. Her eyes held respect and a hint of awe, which surprised Vellama at Mr. Nathaniel’s sudden address to Roxane. “Yes, Papa. What is it?” Roxane replied politely, with a trace of nervousness, yet maintaining her dignity. “Papa!” Vellama whispered into the air, clearly ang
She looked at the father and son—both serious, neither willing to break eye contact. It was as if a silent conversation was taking place between them, one in which she was not included. Roxane felt the heaviness in the room. What are they hiding from each other… and from me? Several hours passed. Everyone was already inside their respective vehicles. Dark, Roxane, and Drick left ahead, while Mr. Nathaniel, Lyka, and Bodyguard Gerald followed in Mr. Nathaniel’s car. The other bodyguards followed closely behind, ready to provide security and protection throughout the journey. As time went by, their heartbeats gradually quickened as they drew nearer to their destination. In just a few minutes, they were expected to arrive at Villamonte Village—more famously known as Villamonte Palace—the ancestral home of their clan and the center of their stories. Everyone was ready to welcome them. The workers of the estate, including the diligent gardeners, were already lined up facing each other
“Bodyguard Gerald!” Lyka shouted, her voice so loud that almost everyone nearby turned to look. Even Gerald, who had been busy talking to another staff member, immediately glanced over. He was grinning, as if he already knew where this scene was heading—or perhaps he had a joke in mind. “What are you grinning about, hey?” Lyka continued, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly to add to the teasing. “Stop smiling already and move aside—you’re blocking Fafa Dark! Roxane has already seen her Fafa Dark. He’s been waiting for a while now!” She emphasized her last line, as if she wanted to make it clear to everyone—especially Roxane—who her pregnant best friend had really been waiting for. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as Lyka noticed her friend’s reaction. Roxane’s cheeks had already been slightly flushed earlier, but now they turned even redder—a deep pink that was impossible to hide no matter how hard she tried. Roxane lowered her gaze slightly, as if wanting to disappear into the







