As Camilla entered the spacious living room of her parents' home, an elegant old woman dressed in a long, white floral gown rushed over to hug her. "Camilla!" she exclaimed.Camilla hugged her back warmly. "Happy birthday, Nonna. You look beautiful.""Thank you, my dear," Her grandmother replied before glancing at Camilla's side, as if searching for someone."Where is he?" The old woman questioned in an accusatory tone, turning to Camilla."Who?" Camilla asked, confused, as she looked around the room.She gave her an exasperated look. "The boy," She replied impatiently. "The one your mother said was coming with you."Camilla's eyes widened with realization. "Oh, you mean Alexander.""Yes. Where is he?" She repeated her question, her impatience growing."Did you two have a disagreement and he decided to come separately?" her grandmother asked, furrowing her wrinkled brows and pursing her lips.Camilla shook her head slightly and forced a fake smile. "No, nothing like that happened," she

The Kings' family had all gathered together in the expansive living room of Camilla's parents' mansion, basked in the warm glow of flickering candles atop a towering birthday cake.As the final notes of "Happy Birthday" faded away, Camilla cast a glance at the wall clock and felt a twinge of restlessness.Her grandmother, who had just blown out the candles with a beaming smile, cut a small slice of cake for herself and then began serving generous portions to each family member, starting with the oldest, Eduardo, and ending with the youngest, Veronica, whom everyone affectionately called Baby Vero - the daughter of Amara's younger sister, Stella.The air was filled with the hum of conversation and the sound of plates and cutlery clinking together.Camilla had eagerly anticipated her grandmother's birthday celebration for weeks, but as the evening drew to a close, she felt a growing restlessness, and became anxious to leave.She took a small bite out of the slice of cake, hoping to quel

The automatic doors of the hospital slid open with a faint hiss as Alexander burst through them, cradling an unconscious Camilla in his arms.Her head lolled to one side, her skin ashen and clammy.A team of doctors and nurses rushed towards him, wheeling a stretcher bed alongside them.One of the doctors, a tall, balding man with a serious expression, barked out orders as they approached."Set her down gently, please," he said, gesturing towards the stretcher. "We need to get her stabilized as soon as possible."Alexander nodded, his eyes wide with fear as he carefully lowered Camilla onto the bed.The doctors and nurses swarmed around her, attaching monitors and IVs as they worked to assess her condition."What happened to her?" the doctor asked, turning to face Alexander. "I couldn't hear your exact words over the phone when you called.""I don't know," Alexander's voice trembled with emotion. "All she had was a glass of water at my place. I went out to take a call, and when I came

Finally being able to get something out of a straight Alexander spoke. 'How...umm... how are you feeling?...Better?' He asked cautiously."She gave a slight nod before pausing, her lips pursed.After a while, she said, "You're still in your PJs," as though noticing it for the first time.That prompted Alexander to also look at his outfit, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "You just went down...it was scary, and I didn't have time to change."With her usual air of indifference, she added, "Thank you for bringing me here," in a dry tone."There's no need for that. I'll do the same for anyone I find in such a condition," said Alexander with an encouraging smile.He sat down on the edge of her hospital bed and looked down at his hands.After a long pause, he finally sighed. "Did Doctor Hamilton tell you..." He trailed off, still unable to believe the news.It was just one night, how could she have gotten pregnant? he internally questioned himself."Yes, he told me," she responded with no

Clarissa stood in her spacious, luxurious kitchen, adorned with high-end appliances and polished marble countertops.Dressed in a designer apron, she expertly cracked the eggs for her gourmet omelet, adding a sprinkle of fresh herbs from the herb garden outside her window. The fragrant aroma of the dish wafted through the pristine room, filling it with a delectable scent.Just as she was about to add the cooked asparagus and fried bacon mixed with some gruyere cheese over half of the omelet, a groan from behind her interrupted her culinary indulgence.She turned around to find her husband, Reynold, draped with a towel over his neck. "Oh... Good morning honey," she said with a smile beaming on her face.Instead of reciprocating her smile, Reynold looked at her with a frown etching on his face and asked, "What are you doing at home?"Clarissa was taken aback by the question but quickly regained her composure.She flipped the other half of the omelet to the other side and served it on a