Todos os capítulos de Alpha's Eight Secret Babies: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

David’s POVI arrived at the mountain.My destination.Since I had no place where I could celebrate my late girlfriend’s birthday, I could only come here. This mountain had always been ours. It bore many traces of our love, of the time we had once spent together.I parked the car at the foot of the mountain and stepped out, the air sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth. The wind carried faint whispers of the past, almost as if it remembered her too. My chest tightened.I opened the trunk and carefully picked up the things I had brought—the flowers, her favorite snacks, and the expensive wine I had bought earlier. My hands shook slightly as I balanced them, not from the weight, but from the ache pressing into me.Gazing at the mountain, my eyes became resolute. “If I can’t find your grave, if I can’t know where your family laid you to rest, then here… here will be the place I celebrate you.”With that thought, I started climbing.--------------The trail was familiar, but it felt

Mannie’s POV"Please stop me here," I said to the driver who had been arranged to take me back home."Yes ma’am." The driver didn’t even look surprised. He barely cared whether I got home or not. In fact, I could almost feel the relief rolling off his shoulders. He was happy I was stopping here.I glanced at his face and the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips told me everything.It meant he could go home to his family earlier.I remembered what he had mentioned when his phone rang before we first drove off—today was his daughter’s birthday. And yet, he had been called out by Dominic’s mother to take me back home.How ironic. His family was waiting for him, while mine was always in the shadows."Thank you," I said softly as I pushed the door open and stepped down from the car.The air outside hit me, cool and sharp. I straightened my dress, holding my small purse tightly. I had already given him the wrong address, far from my place. I didn’t want my house to be known—not by

Micheal’s POVI finally had time to breathe. "Just some peace and quiet." I muttered, allowing myself to sink into the sofa.Finally, I could think of what really mattered to me. And when I did, one name came to me again.Mannie.I leaned back on the couch, staring at the faint light from my phone. My chest tightened. How long had it been since I last saw her? Since I last held her hand? Too long. The gap between us was now a canyon I couldn’t cross.“I hope she is not married yet,” I muttered under my breath. The thought alone was like a knife twisting inside me.I opened my old chat with TRex, one of my closest friends, and scrolled to our last messages.Me: Were you able to get Mannie’s number?TRex: No, but I got Zarah’s. She never changed her phone number. Mannie did.TRex: Since Zarah got rich, she doesn’t pick or answer people’s calls often. Don’t be surprised if she ignores you.Me: Thanks, bro.I sighed and put the phone down for a moment, running my hand over my face. If Z

Dominic’s POVRing!Ring!The sound of my phone broke through the quiet in my office. I glanced at the screen and raised a brow. Micheal—My cousin. It had been a long while since I last heard from him.“I wonder what he wants,” I muttered, sliding my finger across the screen to pick up the call.“Bro, are you free? I want to drink.” Micheal’s voice came from the other end. It sounded rough, like gravel, and too heavy for this evening I leaned back in my chair. “Does Mr. Celebrity not want his fame anymore?” I teased. Micheal was never the type to drink. He always kept his image polished. So something serious must have happened.His reply came fast, flat, and bitter. “Take it that I was cheated on, and I really need something… or some way I can drown this heartbreak.”I blinked in surprise. Cheated on? That was not the Micheal I knew. He didn’t throw around words like that carelessly.My tone softened a little, though I tried to keep it steady. “I’ll send my driver to get you some d

Mannie’s POVAs the crowd slowly dispersed, the noise faded until only silence filled the jewelry shop. My heart still raced from everything that happened. The smell of perfume mixed with dust and tension hung thick in the air. I didn’t move.Michael finally turned to look at me. His face was calm, too calm. He had schooled his features well, but I could tell he was holding back something—anger, confusion, maybe pity. I didn’t want to find out which.I swallowed hard and looked away. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched the small paper bag that held the golden pendant. The one he had bought for me like I was a child who couldn’t handle her own affairs.I took a deep breath to steady my pounding heart.Seeing him again was not part of my plan. Not today. Not like this.If I had ever imagined meeting Michael again, it was with my life in order. With me glowing, successful, confident. I had pictured myself in clean heels and perfect makeup, walking up to him and showing him what he h