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Chapter 201

OSTARA’S POVThe doors to the grand ballroom opened with a hush of air and the sound of strings playing something soft and classical. Light spilled from chandeliers overhead, reflecting off glass, silver, and the polished marble floor. The scent of lilies and expensive perfume lingered in the air — elegant, deliberate, timeless.Anita had done my hair herself that evening, layering it carefully to fall over the side where my bandage was hidden. I needed it covered so it wouldn’t invite more questions than I was willing to answer. Cameron had been waiting just outside the doors. When he saw me, he stilled for a second, eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead, his hand resting lightly at my waist.“You look stunning,” he murmured.I felt stunning.The gown Anita had chosen was champagne silk, full-length and fitted just enough to trace my figure without clinging. The neckline was clean and square, the back dipped just slightly, and the fabric mo

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

Chapter 202

OSTARA’S POVBy the time I got back to London, the city was already slipping into night. The sky over Kensington was a faded slate blue, the kind that promised rain but never delivered. My driver pulled up quietly in front of the townhouse, and for a moment, I didn’t get out.The house looked peaceful — the windows on the first floor still lit, the faint flicker of the television bouncing off the curtains. I hauled my suitcase from the car, thanked the driver, and paused on the pavement. Through the wide front window, I saw them.Anthony and Donna.Donna was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep with her head on his lap. One small hand was still gripping the hem of his sleeve. Anthony himself had dozed off too, his head tilted slightly back, his chest rising in slow, steady breaths. An open book lay face-down next to him on the cushion — Matilda, I realized, judging by the yellow cover.He must’ve been reading to her and fallen asleep halfway through.The sight froze me in place. There

Last Updated : 2025-10-10

Chapter 203

ANTHONY’S POVThe weekend had been nothing short of perfect.For the first time in a long while, it felt like we were a family — just the two of us, no shadows hanging over our heads. Donna and I spent Saturday morning at the park, where she insisted on racing every pigeon in sight, her laughter echoing louder than the children around her. In the afternoon, we bought ice cream that melted faster than she could eat it. Then we came home, built a pillow fort, and fell asleep reading Matilda.By Sunday night, I couldn’t help myself.“Would you like to spend more time with me in America?” I asked her.Her eyes went wide, and before I could even blink, she launched herself into my arms. “Really, Daddy? You mean it?”I could have melted right there. I didn’t care how impossible it might be to arrange; in that moment, I would have promised her anything.So when Ostara returned that evening, glowing from her trip, her voice full of praise for Cameron — how lovely he was, how thoughtful, how w

Last Updated : 2025-10-11

Chapter 204

OSTARA’S POVBy Monday afternoon, I was back in the lab, doing my best to shut out the noise of everything else.Whatever was going on between Anthony and me, whatever unfinished words were still hanging in the air after Lake Como — it all had to wait. Because work couldn’t. The new flavor had finally gone through its final round of testing, and for once, everything felt right. Hazelnut-caramel crunch — the public’s pick, the staff’s favorite, and, most importantly, Donna’s too.She’d declared it “perfect,” which, in her world, meant no further discussion needed.The focus group numbers agreed. Ninety-two percent approval. I couldn’t have asked for a smoother rollout.Sabrina was already setting up a mock display near the tasting counter, her camera slung around her neck. “If we get the footage of this before the product officially drops, we can use it for the press package,” she said, tapping her notes.“Good thinking,” I said. “What about the donation event? Did we lock in the San

Last Updated : 2025-10-13

Chapter 205

OSTARA’S POV“No. Freaking. Way!”Lunch with Davina was proving to be louder than I’d bargained for. Heads turned from the other tables in the breakroom, and she didn’t even notice — she was too busy gaping at me over her pasta.I tried to hide my smile. “Keep your voice down before the entire restaurant knows, please.”“I knew it was coming, but so soon?” she said, still whisper-shouting. “Oh my god, Ossie. Do you think he’s just carrying it around, waiting for the perfect moment, or he’s got something planned already?”“I really wouldn’t know,” I laughed, spearing a forkful of salad I wasn’t tasting. “He hasn’t breathed a word to me.”“Well, okay,” she said, already pulling out her phone, “we have to get our nails done. I’m booking us an appointment right now.”I blinked. “We’re at work!”Davina rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, come on, don’t be a boss right now. You can’t go into a possible proposal with chipped nails.”“Possible,” I emphasized, laughing. “He might just be carryi

Last Updated : 2025-10-13

Chapter 206

OSTARA’S POVThe flight had been long, but San Francisco’s skyline made up for it — all glass, silver, and fog rolling in from the bay like a familiar rhythm. Donna pressed her face to the plane window as we descended, pointing out the tiny boats in the harbor. “It looks like they’re floating toys!” she said, half whisper, half squeal.By the time we made it through the terminal and into the car, she was still buzzing. I was exhausted but pretending not to be; Cameron was effortlessly calm beside me, his hand resting lightly over mine for most of the drive to the hotel.The lobby was bright and open, sunlight filtering in through the glass atrium. I spotted him instantly.Anthony.He was seated in the lounge, a coffee in hand, posture relaxed but alert — that particular way of his that said he was never fully at ease. When his eyes lifted and met mine, there was a flicker — surprise, unmistakable — when he saw Cameron beside me.“Daddy!” Donna shouted, breaking into a run.He stood, s

Last Updated : 2025-10-14

Chapter 207

ANTHONY’S POVThe bar was dimly lit, all burnished wood and soft amber light that made the glasses glow. The sound of low jazz hummed in the background, punctuated by bursts of laughter from nearby tables. I’d gotten there early — partly out of habit, partly because I didn’t like walking into a room where she already was.Ethan and Davina were at the counter, halfway through their drinks, and waved me over when they saw me.“Anthony!” Ethan greeted, already a little flushed from the bourbon. “Man, it’s been a while.”“Too long,” I said, taking the seat beside him.He chuckled, swirling his glass. “You know, the last time we met, you caught me red-handed eating from one of those fancy food baskets you used to send Ostara to the lab. Remember that?”I smiled despite myself. “I remember. You looked like a kid stealing from the cookie jar.”He laughed loudly at that. “That’s because I was! I didn’t even know she was my sister back then. I just knew whoever you were must’ve had a lot of m

Last Updated : 2025-10-17

Chapter 208

ANTHONY’S POVBethany took Donna upstairs, her small hand clutched in hers, both of them disappearing through the doorway with soft goodnights that barely reached the table. When they were gone, silence hung heavier than the air in the room.No one spoke for a while. The conversation that followed felt like people performing normalcy — polite laughter, faint smiles, words without weight.Sabrina chatted about lighting setups for the next day, Davina spoke about the hospital’s schedule, and Ethan threw in jokes to cut through the tension. But Ostara… she was somewhere else entirely.She sat opposite me, posture perfect, her glass of wine untouched. She smiled when spoken to, laughed in the right places, but I could tell it wasn’t real. I knew the sound of her genuine laughter — it always reached her eyes. This one didn’t.Cameron, on the other hand, looked calm. Too calm. He nodded along to conversations, his hand occasionally resting on her arm like a quiet reminder that she was his

Last Updated : 2025-10-17

Chapter 209

CAMERON’S POVI unlocked the suite and stepped into the quiet. San Francisco had that way of holding you — the distant hum of traffic, the soft push of fog against the windows, the low lights of buildings stitched together across the bay. I stood there for a moment, listening to it, then moved through the room on instinct.She’d barely touched her wine at the bar. I called room service and asked for a chamomile tea, honey on the side, nothing perfumed. While I waited, I dropped the curtains to half, turned off the overheads, and left the lamps at their lowest. Cleaner light. Calmer space. She always unwound faster that way — fewer sharp edges to meet her at the door.I took off my jacket, draped it over the armchair, and folded my cuff sleeves to my forearms. The ring box weighed in the lining of my travel bag across the room. I tried not to look at it. Tonight wasn’t about plans. It was about making it easy for her to breathe.A soft knock, then the tea arrived on a tray. I set it o

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

Chapter 210

ANTHONY’S POVThe hospital didn’t smell like sickness. It smelled like citrus disinfectant and crayons — the kind of careful balance you get when people try to make sadness look cheerful. Bright murals lined the hallways, cartoon animals with bandages and big smiles. The whole floor had been transformed for the event, balloons tied to IV poles, ribbons curling around the edges of donation tables.But the actual reason it worked — the reason people were smiling for real — was her.Ostara.She moved through the room like she’d been born to do this. No handlers, no cameras dictating her next step, no script to perform. Just her — sleeves rolled up, crouched beside a child with a bandaged hand, showing him how to color within the lines and pretending not to notice when he colored the sky green. The way she spoke to them, she never once used the patronizing tone adults often use with sick kids. She looked at them like equals — tiny people fighting a hard war with unbelievable grace.Watch

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

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