Semua Bab Ruthless Temptation: Bab 141 - Bab 150

POV: Amelie Thomas If you ever asked me what love looked like, I’d tell you it looked like my parents on an ordinary Tuesday morning. Not some big dramatic thing. Not flowers or grand gestures (though Dad was weirdly good at those too). No it was in the way Mom handed Dad his coffee just the way he liked it, already knowing he’d stayed up late working. It was the way Dad absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind Mom’s ear when she leaned over the kitchen counter. It was the stolen smiles, the soft touches, the easy conversations that floated through the house like music. I grew up in the middle of a love story. One that never needed an audience but somehow made everyone around them believe. When I was little, I didn’t fully understand it. All I knew was that my parents had their own secret language. They could have full conversations w

EmmaThe glow of the setting sun turned the Dubai sky into a brilliant swirl of coral and tangerine, casting golden reflections across the private beachfront villa where our entire family had taken up temporary residence. I sat under the pergola, toes curled into the soft sand, sipping iced hibiscus tea and watching the world I’d once dreamed about unfold before my eyes.Lala’s little voice carried in the air, shrieking with joy as she carefully stacked another layer of her sandcastle. Her twin brother, Den, in true little-brother fashion, immediately destroyed it with a glee-filled giggle, prompting a playful chase across the beach. I chuckled to myself. Even in chaos, there was beauty.Alina was watching them both with that quiet serenity she’d always possessed—even as a child. She glanced over her shoulder at her husband, Ben, as he kissed her temple and dropped into the sand beside her, completely at ease with his role as both husband and fat

Killian’s POVThe soft groan of old hinges greeted Killian as he pushed open the garage door. Dust motes danced in golden shafts of morning light, the scent of motor oil and wood mingling with the crisp spring air. It was a Saturday, which meant his tools were fair game and the chaos of family would soon spill into the sanctuary he’d once guarded like a lion.Now? He welcomed it.Especially the sound of little feet.“Pa!” came the excited shout, punctuated by the clatter of sneakers on concrete.Killian turned just in time to catch Benjamin’s son five year-old Ezra running full speed with a crooked smile and wild curls bouncing. He held something small and metallic in his fist.“My bike chain fell off again!”Killian crouched, smiling at the grease-smeared fingers and bright eyes. “You trying to jump the curb again?”Ezra nodded, proud. “Like in the video you showed me!”Killian laughed and ruffled his

Benjamin’s POVBenjamin sat on the edge of the crib, watching the tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. His son’s fingers curled like fragile petals, so small they could barely hold onto anything let alone the weight of the world Benjamin suddenly felt on his shoulders.The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the baby monitor. Laila was asleep in the next room, exhausted from the endless cycle of feeding, soothing, and diaper changes. Benjamin should have felt joy. He should have felt something more than a knot of anxiety tightening inside him.But instead, he felt terrified.He wasn’t ready.Not really.He was twenty two years old, a recent college grad still figuring out his own life path, and now here he was a father.The weight of it all was crushing.He rubbed his eyes and glanced down at the sleeping baby. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispered.A knock at the door startled him.

Emma’s POVThe house buzzed with life laughter, footsteps, the high-pitched chatter of toddlers weaving between legs. Plates clinked, and glasses chimed as everyone found their seats around the big oak dining table. The scent of roast chicken and rosemary filled the air, mingling with the faint traces of lemon tart cooling on the counter.Emma stood at the kitchen sink for a moment, letting the warm water run over her hands. She watched her family from the open doorway, a soft smile tugging at her lips.It was everything she had dreamed of and more—her children and their partners, her grandchildren chasing each other with wild abandon, the noise and mess and love all wrapped up in this chaotic Sunday dinner.Alina was telling one of her twins an animated story, while Amelie balanced a fussy baby on her hip, murmuring soothing words. Benjamin was laughing with Laila, his eyes sparkling in a way Emma hadn’t seen since his wedding day.