Semua Bab Cinderella And Her Beautiful Octuplets: Bab 411 - Bab 420

The morning sunlight streamed into Hannah’s office at Colby Co., casting golden rays across her desk. But there was no warmth in her chest. She sat stiffly in her chair, staring blankly at the endless stream of emails filling her inbox. Her hands hovered over the keyboard, but her mind was somewhere else. Brandon. Every time she blinked, she saw his face. Every breath she drew was heavy with the fear that maybe… maybe he wasn’t coming back. But she refused to say it aloud. Refused to even let herself think the words. He was her husband, the father of her children, her strength. Somewhere out there, he was alive. He had to be. She blinked back the sting of tears and forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Investors. The company couldn’t run on grief. She had just fired almost everyone in the board meeting today, she sighed and ran her hands down her hair. Her phone buzzed with an alert, Liam had forwarded her another angry email from an investor threatening to withdraw

The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, warming Hannah’s face as she stirred awake. For a moment, she allowed herself to lie still, breathing in the quiet, an unfamiliar quiet. No raised voices. No Isabella’s mocking laughter. No Linda’s sharp heels echoing through the halls. When she finally sat up, her gaze swept across the room. The air felt lighter, calmer, as though the house itself sighed in relief. Alex had told her last night that Linda and Isabella had left. She still didn’t believe her luck. After weeks of chaos, the thought of not seeing their faces again made her shoulders ease just a little. She pulled her robe tighter and headed downstairs. The scent of polish clung faintly in the air, mixing with the smell of warm bread. The kitchen was alive again…the hum of maids moving in and out, fresh food filling the fridge, the table set for breakfast. For the first time in weeks, it felt like a home preparing to welcome a family. Her heart tightened at the

The mansion was quiet when Arianna returned, the kind of silence that didn’t comfort but unsettled, heavy and waiting. The children were in their room with the maids and Hannah had returned to the company after they had left Ghe hospital. She set her bag down in the living room, rolling her shoulders to ease the stiffness from the hospital. Just as she started toward the staircase, a faint clatter carried from the kitchen…metal against glass, the scrape of a bottle. Her steps slowed, suspicion prickling at her. When she entered the kitchen, she froze. Linda stood at the counter, perfectly composed, pouring herself a glass of wine as if she owned the house. Her jewelry sparkled under the overhead lights, every gem flaunting wealth she hadn’t earned. She didn’t even look surprised to see Arianna…just amused. Their eyes locked, sharp and unyielding. “Well, look who’s back,” Linda drawled, her lips curving into a venomous smile. “The husband-snatcher herself.” Arianna’s ja

Meanwhile, at the Colby mansion Upstairs, the children’s laughter could be heard but slowly it had faded, replaced by the quiet hum of a house trying to rest. Hannah had tucked each of them in herself. She pressed tender kisses to their foreheads, her smile soft but strained, her voice trembling on words she didn’t believe. “Daddy went on a business trip,” she whispered to each of them, smoothing their blankets. “He’ll call when he can. Now close your eyes, my darlings, and sleep.” The children nodded obediently. Their small faces carried innocence, but behind their sleepy gazes lingered something else…doubt. Still, they curled under their blankets, and Hannah lingered at the door, her hand gripping the knob as if she didn’t want to leave. Her chest was tight, her smile faltering, before she finally eased the door shut and walked down the hallway, believing they were safe in sleep. But the moment her footsteps faded, silence broke. One by one, the children stirred. Covers

The day had finally begun to quiet down after Jessica’s homecoming celebration. The children were tucked into bed, the laughter had faded from the halls, and the house had settled into a rare hush. In Jessica’s room, the warm glow of a bedside lamp bathed the walls in a soft light. She sat propped against pillows, her long hair tumbling over her shoulders, her body still tender from the gunshot wound but stronger than she felt days ago. Matthew sat beside her, perched on the edge of the bed. He had insisted on staying with her, arguing she shouldn’t be left alone so soon after leaving the hospital. Jessica found herself watching him quietly, noticing the way the lamplight caught the lines of weariness on his face. He had barely slept while she was in a coma, she knew that now. Every hollow under his eyes, every crease of worry etched across his brow told the story of nights spent waiting, fearing she wouldn’t wake. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Matthew asked suddenly,