Lahat ng Kabanata ng One pregnancy, two babies : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The soft hum of the city below the Stone estate was interrupted by the distant roar of a private jet. Damien’s parents, Ashley and Lawrence Stone, were finally returning from their spiritual pilgrimage—a journey of reflection, hope, and reconnection that had lasted several weeks.May and Damien stood on the balcony, watching the sunset, the children playing happily in the garden below. “They’ll be home soon,” May murmured, a small smile playing on her lips. “I hope the kids are ready for Grandma and Grandpa.”Damien chuckled softly, brushing her hair from her face. “Aria and Aiden have been counting down every day. They’re going to love seeing them.”May’s smile softened. “And I… I’m glad they’re coming. Their support means a lot, Damien.”He cupped her face gently. “Not just you, May… you’ve earned their admiration. And so has the family you’ve built with me.”Inside the estate, the staff prepared for Ashley and Lawrence’s arrival. The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the aroma of

The city’s skyline glittered with anticipation as the grand Stone Enterprises Gala prepared to begin. Guests in elegant attire filled the sprawling ballroom, their chatter mingling with the soft hum of a string quartet. It was meant to be a celebration of achievements, yet beneath the glittering surface, danger and intrigue simmered.May Austin adjusted her gown in the mirrored hallway, taking a deep breath. Damien stood beside her, eyes warm with admiration. “You’re mesmerizing,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“And you,” May replied softly, pressing a kiss to his temple, “are my strength tonight.”The children, Aria and Aiden, were being cared for by Ashley and Lawrence, who had insisted on accompanying them to the gala. They were dressed elegantly, their small hands clutching their grandparents’ tightly, giggles escaping despite the formal atmosphere.Evelyn, dressed in black silk, glided into the ballroom with a predatory grace. She had orchestrated this nigh

The night air was crisp, tinged with the scent of rain-soaked streets. May pressed herself against the shadowed alley wall, heart racing—not from fear, but from calculated anticipation. Every movement she had made tonight had been planned, each step a deliberate trap for Evelyn’s men. Yet even the best-laid plans required adaptability.Her fingers brushed over the small, encrypted wrist device concealed beneath her sleeve. It pulsed with encrypted signals, a direct line to Damien—silent, invisible, and safe. She typed quickly, sending a precise message: I’m okay. Don’t alert the others. I’ll handle this.A shiver ran down her spine—not of terror, but of adrenaline. Every second counted. Every choice could mean life or death, success or failure.Back at the estate, Damien’s panic had reached its peak. May’s absence was a jagged knife through his chest. He sprinted from room to room, checking cameras, security logs, and even calling the guards. “Where is she?” he demanded, voice breakin

Darkness didn’t come all at once.It seeped in slowly, like water filling a cracked glass—heavy, cold, unavoidable.May regained consciousness to the sound of her own breathing.Slow. Controlled. Deliberate.Her wrists were free. Her legs too. That alone told her everything she needed to know.Evelyn doesn’t want a prisoner.She wants a conversation.The room was large, dimly lit, walls smooth and soundproofed. No windows. No visible cameras—only the faint hum of hidden systems behind the walls.May sat up, ignoring the dull ache behind her eyes. The sedative had been measured carefully. Enough to weaken her. Not enough to break her.“Still theatrical,” she murmured.A door slid open silently.Evelyn walked in as though she owned the air itself—elegant, composed, dressed in soft neutral tones that screamed money and menace.“You always wake faster than expected,” Evelyn said mildly.May met her gaze, unflinching. “You always underestimate me anyway.”Evelyn smiled. “On the contrary. T

The world noticed.Not loudly at first—no headlines, no breaking news banners—but in the way the powerful grew restless.Markets hesitated.Encrypted channels buzzed.Old alliances stirred from long silences.Somewhere deep in the invisible layers of the internet, a name that had not been spoken aloud in years began to circulate again.S-Coded.May felt it the moment she woke.Not fear. Not panic.Awareness.She stood at the window of the guest room, morning light brushing her skin, the Stone estate stretching endlessly beyond the glass. The children were still asleep. The house was quiet. Too quiet.“You’ve always felt it before anyone else,” she murmured to herself.Behind her, Damien stirred.He hadn’t left her side all night.“I don’t like that look,” he said quietly.She turned, offering a faint smile. “That’s because you recognize it.”He sat up, elbows resting on his knees. “Tell me.”May hesitated. Not because she didn’t trust him—but because once spoken, some truths could nev