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Zayden. Sleep doesn’t come easy. It never has. Nights stretch long and merciless, and when I finally close my eyes, the past claws its way in—shadows of fists slamming against walls, muffled cries, the sour stench of whiskey and rage. I wake drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around me like restraints, chest heaving as though I’d been running for miles. The clock on the nightstand glares back at me: 3:17 a.m. Another night wasted. Another reminder that I can control billion-dollar empires but not the silence in my own head.

" Seven jerked up,,Frankie was the one tapping him He woke up sweating profusely "What's wrong? What bad dream are you having??" Frankie sat down on The bed with him Tears rolling down Seven's eyes,,, Frankie hugged him and started stroking his hair until he stopped crying and calm down "Do you want me to stay with you? Or should I leave?" Frankie asked "Don't go anywhere" Seven said "It's okay,,I won't." Frankie said and they both lay on the bed. Frankie watched him until he fell asleep,,,before he slept off too.

“Riven, then. I’m Dr. Vex.” “Can I call you Octavia?” “No.” He smiled. “Worth a shot.” I pulled up his file on my computer. “Your intake form says you’ve had insomnia for twelve years. Tell me about that.” “What do you want to know?” “How many hours do you sleep per night?” “Three, maybe four. On a good night.” “And on a bad night?” “None.” I made a note. “You’ve tried medication?” “Everything. Sleeping pills, melatonin, CBD, meditation apps, weighted blankets. I’ve counted more sheep than a farmer.”

I circled back and slid into his bed from behind, ducking under the duvet while he sat on the edge still talking. “That’s a hell of a delay, but your money makes up for it. No cheap shit here,” he told the caller, voice smooth and businesslike. None of my business. I was here for one thing. My heavy lids fought to stay open as I whispered, “Wake me in one hour, Kalvin. I need a quick nap.” He shot me a scowl, then turned away. I drifted off—sort of. Light sleep, hyper-aware, refusing to sink too deep.

However, he had already fallen into a deep sleep. In the morning, I ate breakfast alone. He stumbled into the kitchen while rubbing his temples. "Cara, where's the aspirin?" I sipped my milk without looking up. He froze. Something in those bleary eyes seemed to clear instantly. He went to wash up. Showered, shaved, the whole routine meticulously done. When he returned, he smelled of the soap I always used, though he was still wearing yesterday's shirt. Like always, he tried to plant a kiss on my forehead.

The idea of starting over in New York pressed on my chest, heavy and suffocating. The bathroom door opened, and Seven walked out with a towel slung around his shoulders. His eyes went straight to me. I quickly shoved my phone under the pillow. “You’re still awake?” he asked, his voice low. “Couldn’t sleep,” I said, forcing a small smile. He sat down on the bed beside me and took my hand. “You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I lied quickly. “I’m fine.” He leaned in, kissed my forehead. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

Crystal’s POV This time when I shot up in bed, I could feel my heart racing. It was beating so quickly I felt like it would fail at any minute. I threw my legs out of bed and realised I was sweating like crazy. I quickly grabbed a robe and sunk down on the carpet. When I looked at the clock it was 2.am. I sighed. Constant nights of insomnia and night terrors were only getting worse. I just wanted to call home but for obvious security reasons my phone had been taken away and was being monitored by analysts in case Roman tried to call.

CHAPTER SEVEN: WHAT A SURPRISE Kennedie I needed to screw my head on straight and get whatever happened last night out of my head. But how the fuck do I even do that? Anytime I closed my eyes, all I heard was his…. What the fuck was I even thinking going there? My cheeks were flaming. I wanted nothing more than for the ground to just swallow me at this point. “Good morning, Kennedie.” I almost choked on my hot chocolate drink…. Holy fucking bees on a stick, was this man just trying to tempt me because tell me why he was standing here in front of me, shirtless with those damn grey sweatpants?

I'm done with you; please contact me if you have any problems. Thank you so much, Lord. I went to bed for two hours to rest. True, I've had sleepless nights, but they were caused by the family's predicament. I got out my phone and set the alarm for 7: 30 a.m. I closed my eyes and was already gone.

I heard a deep voice call out and I almost screamed. “Jonathan! What the hell? You scared the life out of me.” I heaved out a sigh of relief though my heart was still pounding so fast. “I'm sorry, why are you up? Is everything okay?” He was in a white trousers and shirt which looked extremely comfortable. “I was just thirsty. Why are you up and reading a book by this time?” I questioned and he chuckled walking off into the kitchen. “I don't sleep at night. I have insomnia.” He told me and poured me a glass of water while I took a second to glance at the book he was reading which was titled, I can be an amazing father:- Tips for new fathers.