Semua Bab VELVET GUN: Bab 121 - Bab 127

“Family is messy, love is patient, and miracles sometimes come in twos.” Ellie had been in the hospital for five whole days now, and each day seemed to bring a parade of visitors. Honestly, she had lost count of how many faces she had seen walk into her room, each one brightening the sterile hospital walls with chatter, laughter, and a little bit of chaos. She lay back on her hospital bed, twins swaddled snugly against her chest, and let herself breathe. Five days. Five days of recovery, five days of feeding schedules, five days of people fussing over her and the babies, and five days that felt like a lifetime of gratitude. The first visitors of the day were, of course, Lena and Max. Max, being Max, wasted no time teasing the tiny infants. “Are these supposed to be babies, or are they my toys?” she asked, squinting dramatically at them. “They’re real, Max,” Ellie laughed, her voice still a little hoarse. “I promise. Not toys. Not even remotely squishy like your dolls.” Max poked o

“The heart remembers even in silence. Love, grief, and life—woven together, unyielding, undeniable.” Recovery and healing after loss, reclaiming family and love, and finding joy in life despite tragedy. Two months had passed since Giulia’s death. The house, once heavy with tension and fear, now hummed with the quiet rhythm of recovery. Ellie moved slowly through the living room, carrying the twins, their tiny bodies tucked securely against her chest. Their soft coos and gurgles were a delicate counterpoint to the echoing emptiness that had followed Giulia’s demise. Amy was in the kitchen, her movements calm but purposeful, preparing a late breakfast. She glanced up when Ellie entered, a soft smile touching her lips. “How are they today?” Amy asked, her voice warm, a faint undertone of concern threading through it. “They slept well,” Ellie said, lowering herself onto the couch. One twin squirmed and stirred awake, letting out a small cry. Ellie adjusted the baby in her arms, whispe

“Love does not wait for the world to understand it—it conquers, it endures, it triumphs.” The morning sun spilled across the Finn-Merchetti estate like liquid gold, illuminating the sprawling grounds, the perfectly manicured gardens, and the long black carpet that led toward the chapel. Today, the air was thick with anticipation—not just for a wedding, but for history itself. The estate had transformed into a cathedral of grandeur: black velvet draped archways, crystal chandeliers swaying gently, and flowers in shades of white and crimson lining every pathway. Every detail was meticulously orchestrated, each decision echoing the power and elegance of the families involved. Chiara moved swiftly, clipboard in hand, barking quiet orders. “Alba, the east gates. Make sure no one unexpected. slips through.” Alba nodded, her eyes scanning the horizon like a hawk. Isadora was meticulously adjusting the arrangements near the altar, her fingers brushing the petals B as if coaxing them into pl