LOGINThe hospital conference room had A long polished table papers spread across its surface like evidence in a case no one wanted to be responsible for. The fluorescent lights above cast a pale glow that made everyone look slightly more exhausted than they already were.Lucas stood near the window instead of sitting. He had been like that for the past ten minutes arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes fixed on nothing in particular outside the glass. But everyone in the room knew he wasn't looking at the city.He was Tensed And that happens when things become difficult.Maya sat at the far end of the table, her hands clasped together, calm on the outside but attentive in a way that didn't miss anything. Damein sat opposite her, Sophie was between them in a quieter position, her expression focused, her attention shifting carefully from one person to another.And at the centre of everything, even without being present, was Henri Thoreau. The reason they were there and none of them could relax.Damei
Rain poured heavily outside the apartment. It hammered against the glass windows, as if the sky itself was still angry at everything that had happened within these walls. Inside, however, the world was quieter. The kind of silence that didn't bring peace, only reflection. Maya sat on the long velvet couch in the living room, her hands folded loosely in her lap. She wasn't angry anymore. Not like before. Across from her, Damein sat in an armchair slightly turned toward her, his posture calm but careful like a man walking on fragile ground.Between them was a distance. Everything they had survived had burned through the anger that once defined them.Damein exhaled slowly, eyes lowering for a moment before he spoke."I am sorry for making things hard for you," he said quietly. His voice carried weight, something deeper. Acceptance. "You deserve love."Maya blinked at him, caught slightly off guard by how simple and direct it was. She looked down briefly, gathering herself, before meetin
The hospital atmosphere remained tense despite Diya surviving the marrow procedure. Nurses still moved around cautiously, security stayed stationed across different floors, and every member of the Thoreau family looked emotionally exhausted. Nothing truly felt solved yet. One problem always seemed to replace another.Sophie sat quietly outside the neonatal unit staring through the glass at Diya sleeping inside the incubator. The baby's breathing had become more stable after the procedure, but the machines surrounding her were enough to remind everyone that she was still fragile.Sophie looked terrible herself. Her hair was rough, her eyes swollen from crying and sleepless nights, and the pride she once carried around as armour had disappeared completely. She looked broken now. She rested her head weakly against the wall while memories kept replaying endlessly inside her mind. Nadia's death. Maya is getting arrested. Lucas hates her. Kade is manipulating her. Damein looked disappointe
The hospital corridors remained tense long after Sophie’s confession. Nothing felt normal anymore inside the Thoreau family. Every conversation carried suspicion, every silence carried fear, and every passing hour felt like something terrible was waiting ahead. Lucas stood quietly outside the neonatal unit staring through the glass at Diya lying helplessly inside the incubator. Tiny tubes surrounded her fragile body while the machines beside her continued beeping softly. She looked too small for all this suffering. Lucas rubbed his forehead tiredly as the doctor approached him carefully with another report in hand.“Mr Thoreau.”Lucas looked up.“The baby’s condition is worsening again,” the doctor explained quietly. “Her body is rejecting treatment faster than expected.”Lucas’s expression darkened. “What exactly are you saying?”“We found a possible match for the marrow donation.”Lucas frowned slightly “Who?”Before the doctor could answer, another voice spoke from behind. “Me.”Lu
Lucas stood outside Henri's ward staring through the glass window at his father lying unconscious on the bed. Tubes were attached to his body, machines monitored every breath, and he hated himself becbecause he cant save his father, Henri Thoreau looked weak.Lucas clenched his jaw and looked away. Too much had happened within days. Sophie's betrayal. Kade's threats. Maya almost dying. His father fighting for his life. It felt like his entire world was collapsing piece by piece and every answer only brought another problem.He was still lost in thought when he heard heels approaching slowly behind him.He already knew who it was before turning.Sophie stopped a few steps away from him. Her appearance looked terrible compared to the woman who once obsessed over perfection. Her eyes looked swollen from crying, her makeup was gone, she looked like someone truly exhausted by life itself.Lucas looked at her coldly."What do you want?"Sophie swallowed nervously."We need to talk."Lucas l
Lucas barely slept after Kade appeared inside the mansion. Every time he closed his eyes, he kept replaying the conversation in his head. The calm way Kade sat inside the house as if he belonged there disturbed him more than the threats themselves. It meant one thing clearly nowhere was safe anymore.Morning arrived quietly inside the Thoreau mansion, but the tension in the house was impossible to ignore. Lucas stood inside the security control room with red eyes while several guards remained lined up in front of him nervously. The footage from the previous night played repeatedly on the monitor, yet somehow there was still no sign of Kade entering or leaving the property.Lucas slammed his fist against the desk angrily."How is that possible?" he snapped.Nobody answered.The head of security cleared his throat carefully. "Sir... we checked every camera angle repeatedly but there are missing minutes between the recordings."Lucas looked at him slowly."Missing?""Yes sir."Lucas lau
The morning air in London was thick with drizzle, grey clouds pressing low over the skyline. Maya stepped out of her apartment one last time, her fingers lightly brushing the soft swell of her stomach. Two months pregnant, carrying a life she would raise alone, she had never felt more fragile or mo
The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the private recovery room, thick and suffocating.Sophie lay against the white hospital sheets, her fingers clutching the fabric so tightly her knuckles had turned pale. Her body felt weak, heavy, as if someone had drained all the strength from her bones. A dull
Damien carried a small container of strawberry ice cream. He placed it gently on the kitchen counter. "Here," he said softly. "I know it won't reach the baby, but... I wanted you to have it."Maya's fingers brushed the lid. She smiled faintly, her lips trembling with exhaustion. "Thank you, Damien.
The cold Swedish night wrapped around Maya as soon as she stepped outside Damien's family's house.The warmth, the laughter, the comfort she had briefly allowed herself to feel vanished the moment the door closed behind her. Snow crunched softly beneath her boots as she walked, her breath uneven, h







