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I can’t breathe. I can’t… I can’t breathe. I willed my lungs to pull in air, but my body refused to obey. Panic clawed up my throat, sharp and merciless. “Breathe,” he said coolly. “I can’t have you dying just yet.” The command sliced through me. My body reacted instantly, sucking in a deep, desperate breath. Air burned my lungs, and I doubled over as a violent cough tore through me. Clutching my chest, I forced myself upright and looked at him. The man. I had only seen him once before, but his presence felt even colder now. His face was carved from ice, eyes devoid of warmth or mercy. “Stephanie,” he said, lips curling faintly, “why aren’t you learning? Are you really that stupid?” The insult stung, but I swallowed my response. This man wasn’t someone you talked back to. “How did you get into my house?” I rasped, the words barely leaving my throat. What was it about him that made my body fear him, obey him? “It’s only right,” he replied calmly, stepping clo

I sat in bed, wrapped in cashmere blankets, my cocoon of softness shielding me from the weight of everything pressing in on my heart. Phoe lingered in my thoughts. So much had happened to him in such a short time, his world shaken, rearranged, rewritten. And yet… there was comfort in knowing he now had two places where he belonged. Two men who loved him. Two homes that would never question his place in them. In the future, if doubts ever tried to creep in, he would have answers. Certainty. Family My hand drifted instinctively to my stomach, fingers tracing slow, protective circles over the gentle swell beneath my palm. The twins would have a story of their own one day. A familiar fear surfaced quiet but persistent. Will they hate me for giving them a father who isn’t biologically theirs? The memory of Phoe’s face flashed through my mind, the terror, the confusion, the way his spirit had seemed to dim the moment he believed Apollo wasn’t his father. My heart had shattered f

The calm didn’t leave all at once. It lingered even after Apollo stepped away to take a call, even after the house stirred with the movements of everyone going about. I stayed where I was for a moment longer, hands resting over my stomach, breathing through the steady rise and fall beneath my palms. I’d get to see my Beanie and Cashew tomorrow at my check up. They were both growing inside of me, I still had a ways to go but I couldn’t wait to hold them. To feel their warm little bodies pressed against my own. To engrave their faces in my memory. Sometimes I still couldn’t believe I was pregnant, the thought still startled me. The drive to Dr. Jane’s office passed in a blur of city streets and muted radio noise. This was the first I was leaving the estate since the tabloids. Apollo was holding on to my hand as he spoke on the phone. Even though I told him I’d be fine coming for the check-up alone as he had an important international call. He insisted, that he would come, he wa

It took a while before the shock really settled. At first, I just stayed in his arms, breathing him in like I was afraid the moment might vanish if I moved too fast. The truth still rang through my chest, bright and impossible and perfect. Apollo. Zeus. The same man. The stranger who had once held me as if I were his fantasy in the dark, and the man who now held my entire life in his hands. Fate had a strange sense of humor. I pulled back slowly, studying his face as if I were seeing it for the first time. The familiar lines. The warmth in his eyes. The mouth that had kissed me a thousand times, and once before I’d ever known his name. “I’m so happy even though apart of me can’t believe” I whispered. He smiled softly. “Believe it.” I laughed then, not loud, not dramatic, just breathless and stunned. “You know what this means, right?” I said, tilting my head. He raised a brow. “That destiny has excellent taste?” I snorted. “That you lost a bet… and accidenta

The unease started before the nightmare. She woke with her heart racing, sheets tangled around her legs, breath shallow as if she’d been running in her sleep. The sweat cooling on her skin, her hair clinging to her nape and around her face. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. Then the room came back into focus. Her bed. Her apartment. Her life she was carefully trying to rebuild. Still… something felt wrong. Not fear. Expectation. She had been keeping to herself, doing mundane things. Chilling with friends who kept low profiles. She rose quietly, padding barefoot to the window. The street below looked normal. It seemed almost fake. Her phone vibrated on the bedside table. She froze staring at it as if it would move towards her. The screen lit up. UNKNOWN NUMBER Her stomach dropped. She didn’t move an inch still stuck in her spot. The phone vibrated again. Then a message appeared, gingerly she took up the phone and opened the message. *It has been a v