Novels by Christina_AL_

I could only feel the impact of my body on each step, but when I reached the end of the stairs, the blow to my head was strong enough to make me dizzy, and my eyes went dark, I could only hear voices around me, screams and nothing else. The pain I felt was so great that it left me in a complete daze, my arms didn't move at all and I wanted to touch my belly, to know that my little ones were okay, that everything would be fine. But I couldn't even do that, my voice wouldn't come out and my consciousness was almost gone. "Sam?" I heard someone's voice calling me, but it was so far away, my body was starting to float. "Oh my God! It's really Sam." someone else shouted. I felt cold hands touching me and I couldn't tell who it was, I forced my eyes open but they wouldn't open, I just wanted to cry and scream. "Someone call the ambulance" I hear a female voice "No Jordan, don't move her, it's dangerous," I hear a familiar voice and I try to move. "She can't stay like this, look at her

Jordan was beaming. He made a point of showing me his smile all the time and his eyes sparkled so much. I was proud of him, of what he had done. I could see Jeremy completely surprised, happy and full of pride for his eldest son and it warmed my heart. With Susan, my mother-in-law, it was no different because her eyes were watering with so much happiness with everything that had been done there. People couldn't stop talking, praising, having fun and of course, the auctions that were taking place in the halls of that mansion were sensational because everyone was buying and contributing. While my dear husband was talking to several businesspeople, I decided to walk a little around the area, which by the way was very crowded, I don't know where so many businesspeople came from. I smiled to myself and continued my walk, until from afar I saw a scene that was a bit, let's say compromising and quite interesting. My brother and sister-in-law were in a corner a little isolated from the othe

Third Person POV: The following weeks flew by; Sam entered the second week towards the end of her pregnancy. The young woman was eager for the birth of her children, and nothing would hinder her happiness. Jordan was always present, and seeing that his partner was doing well in the final stretch comforted his heart. However, knowing that the big day of the charity event for the family company was just two days away disturbed him. He wanted to earn his parents' pride, his father's approval for the profession he wanted to pursue, and despite the fear, he would fight for it until the end. Samantha stood in front of the mirror, examining her body and the changes it underwent during pregnancy. Her belly was enormous, and it had lowered a bit. She noticed fine stretch marks on her skin and took a deep breath, giving herself the best smile. She wouldn't be discouraged by that; after all, despite not romanticizing pregnancy and knowing everything she had been through, Sam felt good. After a

Emma was sitting next to me, while sighing in love with the guy she had met, but she didn't want to tell me his name. According to her, nothing is certain yet and she didn't want to be disappointed and leave others looking on with pity. I understand that she wants to avoid the possibility of disappointment and the look of pity that, according to her, she would receive from her friends and family. Sometimes, people keep their passions a secret until they are more sure about the relationship, which was partly the case with me and your brother and this is sometimes a form of emotional protection, but we still end up getting hurt, I believe that Getting hurt in a relationship is part of everything and every process, what you don't accept is being despised and mistreated or even having the person as an emotional attachment, this screws with our insides. Ultimately, as her friend, I will respect her privacy and give her the support she needs, regardless of the decisions she makes regarding

Even after being discharged from the hospital, I knew I had to do my best to assist with the final details of the company's charity event. Even though the pressure from Jordan and my mother-in-law to rest was understandable, I felt determined and compelled to contribute in the best way possible given the circumstances. I carefully planned my day, prioritizing a balance between rest and work. I decided to do my work in small intervals, avoiding overexertion and ensuring that I could still rest. I worked focusing on the most crucial details of the event. I used my notebook extensively to facilitate my searches and task management. Before we knew it, we had successfully completed the preparations to ensure the event's success, for Jordan, and for his father to see that he was good at what he did. Our commitment to the event was unwavering. We discussed how we could divide the tasks in a way that wouldn't be too demanding for both of us, considering my recovery and well-being. Jordan an

Once again, I found myself in a hospital bed. It seems to have become a sort of karma in my life, and it's truly frustrating. The twins were almost born prematurely, but we made it to the hospital in time, and everything was under control. At this moment, I was resting, under observation for 48 hours, until everything was stable, and I could go home. Jordan, as always, never left my side, not even when Emma or Sean asked him to. He has been an anchor through all these moments. I know he feels guilty, not just for the drastic start to our marriage, but because of Jessica. Mostly her. Despite the mistakes, I know her illness is not his fault, as during their initial involvement, she already showed symptoms, but they never took the time to seek information. Even though Jessica did that, I don't blame her either. I have resentments, fears, and yet she is not to blame for the illness she has. Her bipolar disorder is terrible, and she never imagined she had it and would need treatment. I