All Chapters of HIS ONE NIGHT, MY FOREVER : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alina’s POV Sebastian guided him subtly, intervening only when necessary. The coordination between us was seamless. Courage and protection were no longer dramatic but precise and effective. Ordinary life became proof of resilience and deliberate decision-making. Every choice mattered. Every act of vigilance contributed to safety. Shadows existed but no longer commanded fear. By late afternoon, we returned to the house. Leo ran into the garden, Sebastian following to ensure no hazards remained. I paused on the porch, observing the gray ocean. Waves stretched endlessly, reflecting diffused light through clouds. The ocean reminded me that life moved relentlessly, that vigilance required constant awareness, and that deliberate action was essential. Every day demanded intentional choices, every action carried consequence, every movement required precision. Sebastian joined me silently. Presence conveyed partnership, accountability, and awareness. “The past exists,” he said quiet

Alina’s POV I stayed beside him every night, whispering stories and tracing small circles on his back until his breathing evened out. Sebastian handled everything quietly. He arranged therapy, security, and legal action against Estelle. She was charged with kidnapping, conspiracy, and endangerment. This time, she would not escape consequences. One afternoon, while Leo colored quietly, Sebastian turned to me. “I don’t want to be the man who almost destroyed you. I want to be the one who protects you.” I met his gaze. “Then prove it every day.” “I will,” he promised. Weeks later, we returned to the mansion, but it no longer felt like a prison. The windows were open, the halls brighter. Leo’s laughter echoed again, cautiously at first, then freely. At night, when he finally slept peacefully, Sebastian and I would sit on the balcony. We spoke about the baby growing inside me, about names, about fears and dreams. Our bond was no longer built on contracts or guilt—it was built on

Alina’s POV Inside, I saw him, Leo, tied to a chair, his eyes wide with fear. And standing behind him was Estelle, her face twisted with hatred. “You took everything from me,” she hissed. “Now you’ll feel what I felt.” “Let him go,” I begged. “He’s just a child.” She laughed. “So were you once. Look how that turned out.” Before she could say another word, the police burst in. Estelle tried to run, but they tackled her to the ground. Leo screamed my name again, and I rushed to him, pulling him into my arms. “It’s okay,” I sobbed. “Mommy’s here.” Sebastian knelt beside us, his hands shaking as he held Leo close. They took Estelle away in handcuffs, screaming that this wasn’t over. But this time, I believed it was. At home that night, Leo slept between us, his small hands clutching our shirts. I watched him breathe, promising myself I would never let fear control our lives again. We had survived the darkness. And we would protect the light—no matter the cost. The house felt di

Alina’s POV Sebastian and I watched him, letting his joy wash over us, a balm to the scars we carried. When the sun began to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink, we sat together, leaning against the castle we had built. Leo rested his head on my shoulder, exhausted but content. Sebastian wrapped an arm around both of us, and I felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the setting sun. “Look at him,” I said quietly. “He’s happy. Really happy.” Sebastian nodded. “Because of you, Alina. You gave him safety. You gave him love.” I shook my head. “We both did. And it’s not just about us—it’s about giving him the chance to feel normal again. To grow without fear.” He tightened his grip on my shoulder. “We’ll make sure he always feels that.” That night, after Leo fell asleep in his own room for the first time in weeks, I sat on the balcony, the ocean stretching endlessly before me. Sebastian joined me silently, passing me a blanket to wrap aro

Alina’s POV I watched him, feeling both pride and apprehension. He was juggling everything - the company, our family, and the lingering shadows of the past but he never let it compromise Leo or me. He was learning balance, a lesson he had never needed to understand before. “Do you want me to call someone?” I asked. “No,” he said, finally relaxing his shoulders. “This is my responsibility. But thank you for offering. That matters.” The evening fell softly. Leo had gone to bed without complaint, exhausted from a day of play and learning. Sebastian and I sat together on the porch, the gentle lap of waves around us. I let myself relax against him, allowing the protective walls I had built over the years to crumble, even if only slightly. “I used to think love was complicated,” I said quietly. “Now I think it’s just patience, and showing up when it matters most.” Sebastian nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “And forgiveness,” he added. “Learning to forgive ourselves for what w