Marco's POV:As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time, not since my mother passed away.Emilia's presence in my life had brought me a sense of calm, a sense of belonging. She had shown me that I wasn't alone, that I had someone who cared about me, someone who loved me.I thought about all the times Emilia had been there for me, all the times she had listened to me, comforted me. She had been my rock, my safe haven.And now, as I lay here with her by my side, I knew that I would never let her go. She was mine, and I was hers. We were two broken souls, healed by each other's love.As I fell deeper into sleep, I smiled, knowing that I had found my forever with Emilia. I knew that our love would conquer all, that we would face whatever challenges came our way, together.I slept soundly, wrapped in Emilia's warmth, my heart filled with love and gratitude. I knew that I would never let her go, that I would always c
As we drove, the scenery outside the window changed from city streets to rolling hills and eventually to open countryside. I looked over at Marco, who was focused on the road ahead."Where are we going?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.Marco smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's a surprise," he said.I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A surprise?" I repeated.Marco nodded. "Yes, a surprise. Just relax and enjoy the ride."I leaned back in my seat, watching the miles fly by. We drove for hours, the sun beating down on us through the windshield.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Marco pulled over to the side of the road. "I'll be right back," he said, getting out of the car.I watched as he walked into a small flower shop that was nestled among the trees. He emerged a few minutes later, holding a bouquet of three white flowers."They're beautiful," I said, smiling at him.Marco smiled back, his eyes shining with pleasure. "I'm glad you like them," he sa
Marco's POV:As I stood there, holding Emilia's hand, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I could finally breathe again.I looked at Emilia, seeing the compassion and understanding in her eyes. She was here for me, and that meant everything.I thought back to all the times I had struggled to come to terms with my mother's death. The pain and grief had been overwhelming at times, and I had felt so alone.But now, with Emilia by my side, I felt like I could face anything. She had brought light and love into my life, and I was forever grateful.I squeezed her hand gently, trying to convey the emotions that were swirling inside me. "Thank you, Emilia," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion.Emilia smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I'm here for you, Marco," she said. "I'll always be here for you."I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at her. I knew that I loved her, and I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of
I took a deep breath and began to speak, my voice filled with emotion."Lucas, I promise to always be by Marco's side," I said. "I promise to support him, to love him, and to never leave him."I felt Marco's eyes on me, and I knew that he was touched by my words."I know that Marco has made mistakes in the past," I continued. "But I also know that he is truly sorry for those mistakes. And I know that he is trying to make amends."I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing."I want you to know, Lucas, that I love Marco with all my heart," I said. "And I promise to always be there for him."As I finished speaking, Marco turned to me, his eyes filled with tears."Thank you, Emilia," he whispered. "Thank you for being here for me."I smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over me."We should get going," Marco said, taking my hand.We walked back to the car, where the driver was waiting for us.As we got into the car, I turned to Marco and smiled."Thank you for bringing me here," I s
The next morning, Marco and I dressed up and headed downstairs to have breakfast. Amaya was already in the kitchen, preparing a delicious spread of food."Good morning, Amaya," Marco said, kissing her cheek."Good morning, dear," Amaya replied, smiling. "I see you're both looking bright and early today.""We're going to visit my father," Marco said, his expression serious.Amaya's expression turned concerned. "Marco, are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked.Marco nodded. "Yes, Amaya. I need to do this. I need to make things right with my father."Amaya sighed. "Okay, dear. But please, be careful. Your father is getting old, and he may not take the news well.""Don't worry, Amaya," I said, putting a reassuring hand on her arm. "I'll be with Marco. We'll face whatever comes next together."Amaya looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Emilia," she said. "I know Marco is in good hands with you."Marco smiled, putting his arm around me. "We'll be fine, Amaya," he sai
Sophia's point of view:I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed Mackle's twin brother, Mackle's number. He answered on the first ring."Mackle, it's Sophia," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "I have some information that I think you should know.""What is it?" Mackle asked, his voice curious."Mackle and Emilia are on their way to visit Mackle's father," I said, watching as Mackle's expression changed from curious to concerned."Okay, I've heard," Mackle said, his voice firm. "I'll take care of it."I smiled to myself, knowing that Mackle would do whatever it took to protect his family's interests.As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was going to be fun.Mackle's POV:I quickly grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I had to make sure that Marco and Emilia didn't reach my father's house before me.As I drove, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anger towards Marco. How could he be so stupid? Didn't he know that our father was not someon
Mackle's point of view:As I stepped out of the car, I took a deep breath and made my way to my father's study. I knocked on the door, and my father's voice called out, "Enter."I pushed open the door and walked in, greeting my father with a bow. "Father," I said, trying to sound respectful.My father looked up from the papers on his desk and nodded at me. "Mackle, what brings you here today?" he asked.I launched into the speech I had prepared, trying to convince my father that I was the better son. But before I could get very far, I heard a commotion outside the study.The door burst open, and Marco and Emilia walked in. The servants were shocked to see Marco, and they bowed low, greeting him as "Young Master."I felt a surge of anger and resentment, but I pushed it down, trying to keep my cool.One of the servants approached my father and whispered something in his ear. My father's expression changed, and he looked up at Marco with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.Marco just la
Marco's POV:As I hugged Mackle, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. For the first time in my life, I felt like I had finally been heard, finally been understood.I looked over at Emilia, who was watching us with tears in her eyes. I smiled at her, feeling a deep sense of gratitude."Thank you," I mouthed to her.She smiled back, and I knew that she understood. She had helped me to confront my past, to confront my feelings of inadequacy.I turned back to Mackle, who was still crying. I hugged him again, feeling a sense of forgiveness wash over me."It's okay, Mackle," I said. "I forgive you."Mackle looked up at me, his eyes red-rimmed. "I'm sorry, Marco," he said. "I was wrong to treat you that way."I smiled at him. "We're brothers," I said. "We're in this together."As we hugged again, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.Mackle's POV:As I hugged Marco, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had
Ten years had passed since the arrival of Emroselyn and Ilarco, and their family was gathering to celebrate this milestone birthday. The twins were growing up to be bright and curious kids, but they were also known to be a handful.Emroselyn, in particular, was a tiny ball of energy and sass. She had a mop of curly hair and a smile that could charm the birds from the trees. But she was also a bit of a spoiled brat, thanks to her uncle Mackle's indulgence. He had a soft spot for his niece and nephew, and he loved to shower them with gifts and treats.Ilarco, on the other hand, was a bit more laid-back. He had a calm and gentle nature, and he loved to spend his time reading and exploring the outdoors.As the family gathered to celebrate the twins' birthday, the atmosphere was electric. There were balloons and streamers, cake and presents, and a big banner that read "Happy 10th Birthday Emroselyn and Ilarco!"Marco, the twins' father, was beaming with pride. He was a bit of a helicopter
7 months after their wedding:Seven months had passed since Marco and Emilia's magical wedding day. They had spent their first few months of marriage enjoying each other's company, traveling, and building a life together.But now, they were about to embark on a new adventure - parenthood. Emilia was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, and they were due to arrive any day.Marco was over the moon with excitement. He had always dreamed of being a father, and now he was going to have two babies to love and care for.Emilia was a bit more nervous, but she was also thrilled at the prospect of meeting their babies. She had been preparing for this moment for months, reading up on parenting books and attending childbirth classes.Finally, the day arrived. Emilia's water broke, and they rushed to the hospital. Marco was by her side the whole time, coaching her through the contractions and holding her hand.After a few hours of labor, the doctor announced that it was time to push. Emilia took
Marco and Emilia's story, 3 months after the proposal:Three months had passed since Marco's surprise proposal, and the day of their wedding had finally arrived. Emilia looked stunning in her white wedding dress, her hair styled perfectly and her makeup flawless. Marco, dressed in a tailored tuxedo, couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked down the aisle.The ceremony was held at a beautiful outdoor venue, surrounded by lush greenery and a serene lake. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the entire scene.As Emilia reached the altar, Marco took her hand and smiled at her. The officiant began the ceremony, and Marco and Emilia exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives.Their families and friends were in attendance, beaming with joy and happiness. Emilia's parents were overjoyed to see their daughter marry the love of her life, and Marco's family was thrilled to welcome Emilia into their family.As the ceremony came to a
Marco had been planning the perfect proposal for what felt like an eternity. He had been waiting for the right moment to ask Emilia to be his wife, and he was determined to make it a day she would never forget.He started by making a list of all the things Emilia loved. He knew she was a romantic at heart, so he wanted to plan a proposal that would sweep her off her feet. He wrote down her favorite flowers (sunflowers), her favorite food (Italian), and her favorite music (classical).Next, Marco started making arrangements. He booked a reservation at Emilia's favorite restaurant, a quaint little Italian place in the heart of the city. He ordered a custom-made bouquet of sunflowers to be delivered to the restaurant. And he hired a string quartet to play Emilia's favorite classical music during the proposal.But Marco didn't stop there. He also planned a special surprise for Emilia, something that would make the proposal even more unforgettable. He rented a luxurious limousine to take E
Emilia's POV:I looked at Marco, searching his eyes for sincerity. And what I saw there gave me hope. Maybe, just maybe, he was truly sorry for what he had done.I took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do next. But as I looked at Marco, I saw the genuine remorse in his eyes, and my heart began to soften."Marco," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He looked up at me, his eyes filled with hope."I forgive you," I said, my voice a little stronger now.Marco's face lit up with relief, and he reached out to take my hands in his."Thank you, Emilia," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I promise to never doubt you again. I promise to always trust you and support you."I smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over me."I love you, Marco," I said.Marco's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into a tight hug."I love you too, Emilia," he said. "I'm so sorry again for what I did. I promise to make it up to you."As we hugged, I felt a sense of closure and new beginnings
Marco's POV:I followed Emilia to her room, determined to make things right between us. As she opened the door and stepped inside, I caught the door before it closed and slipped inside behind her."Emilia, please," I begged, falling to my knees beside her bed. "Forgive me. I was wrong not to trust you. I was blind and stupid, and I hurt you because of it."Emilia turned her back on me, her shoulders stiff with anger. But I didn't give up. I crawled across the floor, begging her for forgiveness, telling her how much I loved her and how sorry I was for hurting her.As I begged, I remembered Amaya's words. "Buy her favorite things," she had said. So I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, where Amaya was waiting with a list of Emilia's favorite treats."Here, Marco," Amaya said, handing me a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers. "These are Emilia's favorites. Give them to her, and maybe she'll forgive you."I took the gifts and ran back to Emilia's room, where I found her still si
Marco's voice rose as he spoke, his anger and hurt finally boiling over. "Do you think I didn't know what you did, Sophia? Do you think I didn't know you paid that man to pretend to be with Emilia?"Sophia's eyes darted back and forth, her face pale with fear. "Marco, please..." she began.But Marco wasn't having it. "No, Sophia. You're going to pay for what you did. You're going to pay for hurting Emilia and trying to ruin our relationship."The police officers moved forward, handcuffs at the ready. "Sophia, Rina, and... um, sir," one of the officers said, nodding at the man who had been pretending to be with me. "You're all under arrest."As the police led Sophia, Rina, and the man away, Marco turned to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Emilia," he whispered. "I should have trusted you from the beginning."I hugged him back, feeling a sense of relief and closure. "It's okay, Marco," I said. "I know you were hurt. But I'm just glad the truth is out now."Marco pulled
Emilia's POV:I tried to stand up from the dining table, but my legs felt like jelly. The room began to spin, and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.I tried to reach out for something to hold onto, but it was too late. Everything went black, and I felt myself slumping to the floor.As I lay there, I was vaguely aware of Marco and Sophia walking by, but they didn't even glance in my direction. It was as if I was invisible.But then I heard Amaya's voice, panicked and worried. "Emilia! Oh my god, Emilia!"I felt Amaya's arms around me, lifting me up and carrying me to my bedroom. She laid me down on the bed and began to fan me with a magazine."Emilia, can you hear me?" Amaya asked, her voice shaking with worry.I tried to respond, but my voice was barely a whisper. Amaya quickly grabbed her phone and dialed a number."Hello, doctor? It's Amaia. Emilia has fainted, and I need your help."I drifted in and out of consciousness, hearing Amaya's worried voice and the sound of the doc
Sophia's POV:I helped Marco into bed, making sure he was comfortable before I left him to sleep. As I walked out of the bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Emilia had tried to ruin everything, but I had managed to fix it.I walked downstairs, my heels clicking on the marble floor. I found Emilia in the living room, sitting on the couch, looking worried.I walked over to her, my eyes narrowing. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal Marco away from me?" I sneered. "You think you can just break us apart?"Emilia looked up at me, fear in her eyes. "Sophia, I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Don't play dumb with me, Emilia," I spat. "I know all about your little plan. And I'm here to tell you that it's not going to work."Emilia looked at me, confusion in her eyes. "What plan?" she asked.I smiled, a cruel smile. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," I said. "And I'm here to tell you that Marco