Gregory’s kiss deepened, his lips firm yet gentle as they claimed hers. Emma’s hands instinctively found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of his skin beneath her touch sent a shiver up her spine, and she could feel the steady beat of his heart quickening in response to her nearness. His hands continued their slow ascent, pushing the robe further open, exposing more of her bare skin. The cool air brushed against her, a sharp contrast to the heat that radiated between them. Gregory’s mouth left hers only to trail down the curve of her jaw, his lips and tongue teasing the sensitive skin of her neck. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible for her to think of anything else but him. Her breath hitched as his hands finally reached her breasts, cupping them with a tenderness that belied the hunger in his gaze. He lowered his head, his lips finding her collarbone, and then lower still, h
The moon cast a gentle glow through the window as Gregory and Emma slept peacefully in each other’s arms. But the tranquility of the night was shattered when Emma suddenly began to shake violently on the bed, her body drenched in sweat. The abrupt movement startled Gregory awake, and he bolted upright, his heart racing with fear.“Emma!” he exclaimed, instinctively shaking her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”Emma’s eyes were wide, unseeing, as she continued to tremble, lost in a nightmare. “No! Gregory, you can’t die!” she cried out, panic lacing her voice.“What? Emma, what are you talking about?” he asked, concern flooding his voice as he grasped her shoulders, trying to bring her back to reality.Emma finally blinked, her gaze darting around the dimly lit room as if she were trying to grasp her surroundings. Recognition slowly seeped into her features, and she threw herself into Gregory’s arms, clutching him tightly. “I don’t want you to die. I don’t want my father to take you!” she
Emma stood by the window, already dressed for the day, as the sunlight streamed through the curtains. Without much ceremony, she slung baby Darren onto her back and secured Derek to her chest in a snug carrier. Her movements were brisk, focused, as she prepared to head out. Just as she was adjusting the straps, Gregory stepped out of the bedroom, drying his hands with a towel. He barely had a moment to take in the sight of her before Emma marched up to him and dropped baby Deliah into his arms without so much as a word. Gregory raised his brows, glancing down at the baby and then back at Emma. “What’s happening?” “We’re going for a walk,” Emma replied, her tone matter-of-fact. “I want to introduce the babies to the park.” Gregory sighed, shifting Delia in his arms. “I’ve got a meeting in a little while, Emma. I don’t have time for a walk right now.” Emma’s eyes narrowed, her voice cutting through his excuse. “Are you trying to pass down all the duties to me again
Chapter: A Day in the Life of Eve at Bacardi Park The sun barely peeked over the horizon when Eve dragged herself out of the small, cramped servant quarters. Her body ached from the cold, the thin blanket doing nothing to protect her from the harsh nights in Bacardi Park. She hadn’t slept well—she never did anymore. Every morning felt like waking up to the same nightmare, but today, something weighed even heavier on her chest. The dread was suffocating. She stepped outside, hands trembling as she adjusted the old, threadbare tunic that was now her only possession. The moment her feet hit the courtyard, the first stone came. It hit her square in the shoulder, a sharp sting that nearly made her stumble. She winced but kept her eyes down, walking faster. She knew better than to react. “Traitor!” came the jeering voice of a young boy. He couldn’t have been more than ten, but the venom in his voice was as bitter as any adult’s. The other children joined in, laughing and picki
Daniel and Tobias sat at the dining table, silence heavy between them after Emma and Gregory had left the house. The air around them was charged, and they both felt it, the tension that had been growing between them for days. Daniel stared at the remnants of breakfast on his plate, his mind elsewhere. Tobias, sitting across from him, was pretending to be distracted, but his eyes kept flicking back to Daniel, as if waiting for something to happen. "You're quiet today," Tobias said, breaking the silence, his voice low and smooth. Daniel raised an eyebrow, meeting Tobias's gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Am I?" Tobias leaned back in his chair, his eyes not leaving Daniel's face. "You know you are." Without saying another word, Daniel stood up from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. Tobias watched him, his eyes darkening as Daniel slowly walked around the table, closing the space between them. Tobias's breath hitched when Daniel stopped
Emma hummed softly as she wrapped herself in a robe after her shower. Her body felt refreshed, but she couldn't shake the sense of quiet unease that had settled over her. She had just put the babies to sleep in their cribs and was ready to wind down herself. Gregory had already left for his meeting, leaving the house still and peaceful. As Emma walked back to the nursery to check on the triplets, she stopped at Delilah's crib. Her heart skipped a beat. Delilah’s face was flushed, sweat beading on her small forehead. Her skin, once rosy, had turned a pale white, and she was burning hot to the touch. Panic gripped Emma instantly. "Delilah?" she whispered, gently lifting her from the crib. Her daughter’s body felt limp, heat radiating from her tiny frame. Emma’s breath quickened, her mind racing with all the worst possibilities. Without a second thought, she gathered Delilah in her arms, not caring that she was still in her robe, and bolted out of the nursery, down the stai
Gregory sat in his study, reviewing a stack of documents. The dim light cast shadows across his serious features, and the quiet hum of the room was broken by a knock on the door. He looked up, adjusting his posture slightly. "Come in," he called out, his tone firm but expectant. "Who is that?" The door creaked open, and Tobias stepped in, a casual smile on his face. "It took you long enough," Gregory remarked with a smirk, eyes narrowing playfully. "Well," Tobias chuckled, "I had to eat first. Coming to your office is like entering a dungeon—it's going to be a hell of torture." Gregory gave him a half-smile, motioning for Tobias to sit. Tobias dropped into the chair, leaning back comfortably as though he owned the place. "How are the kids, especially Delilah?" Tobias asked, genuine concern slipping into his playful tone. Gregory shook his head, his smile fading. "We're not talking about the kids right now." He folded his hands on the desk, his voice growing more serious. "T
Gregory stood in the garden, deep in conversation with a few of the pack members. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, discussing the changes that needed to be done in in pack when a sudden shift in the air caught his attention. A few of the members around him grew quiet as Emma appeared, walking confidently towards the gate. She was dressed in fitted royal-blue shorts and a matching top, her hair pulled into a neat bun. Her presence commanded attention without her even trying. "Luna," one of the pack members greeted her, bowing their head respectfully. Emma gave a small nod in acknowledgment, not breaking stride. Gregory, hearing the greeting, turned. His gaze landed on her, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. His usually composed face registered surprise, though he quickly masked it. Emma didn’t pause for him, though she could feel his eyes on her. She was focused, heading towards the gate as though she had a mission. Before she could make it out, Gregory's han