Third person's POV
The bodyguard moved with the speed and agility of a hunting cheetah, leaping over various obstacles on the rooftop, his hair whipping wildly in the fierce wind, and his clothes flapping loudly.
His arms swung forcefully, each stride carrying a powerful impact, and just in the nick of time, he extended his thick, tightly muscled arm and grabbed Gloria's slender wrist with an iron grip.
"Miss Bennett, please don't make things difficult for us. If anything happens to you, we won't be able to account for it to Alpha Leopold," the bodyguard said anxiously, his forehead veins bulging, and beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks.
"Pah, as long as I abandon my moral bottom line, you can't bind me with so-called responsibilities. I couldn't fight him while I was alive; when I get to hell, I will pray to Satan to grant me the most terrifying power. I will become the most evil demon and will definitely make Alpha Leopold and you guys pay! Hey, you
Third person's POVAt the sound of the voice, Gloria's pupils dilated sharply, her face filled with terror and confusion. "Am I hallucinating? Why would I receive a call from heaven before I even get there?" Her body involuntarily shrank back, leaning against the bodyguard, her hands clutching his arm tightly."What heaven? Gloria, where are you? It's me. I'm not dead," Tabitha's voice carried a hint of urgency, her words spreading through the cold air with a tremor and ethereal quality.Gloria looked at the bodyguard, her eyes wide. "Did you hear what she said?" Her eyes were filled with anticipation and unease, her lips trembling slightly.The bodyguard, regardless of who was on the other end, noticed the drastic change in Gloria's expression and quickly played along, "She said she's not dead and asked where you are. What heaven?"He raised his voice a bit so that those around could hear.Gloria shot the bodyguard a fierce look, as if her
Third person's POV Gloria, still in her high heels, hurried towards Tabitha, arms wide open, and enveloped her in a tight embrace. "Tabitha, you scared the hell out of me. I really thought you..." Gloria's voice trembled, betraying a hint of fear she couldn't quite hide. "Sorry, it was an emergency," Tabitha responded, patting Gloria's back. Gloria held her close, scrutinizing her with a pained expression. "How thin you've become. Haven't you been eating properly? You're skin and bones." Tabitha reached out and pinched Gloria's cheek, smiling. "Don't talk about me. Look at you, busy with work, I bet?" Gloria's eyes flickered with a moment of discomfort. She turned her head, forcing an awkward expression. "Of course, I'm a corporate hotshot now." She tried to sound proud, but a touch of bitterness welled up inside her. "I always said you were the best," Tabitha looked at her, her eyes filled with encouragement. They stood there, hugging for a long time, catching up. Gloria the
Third person's POV Hearing Tabitha talking about him, Gloria was struck by the realization of how much time had passed since her last relationship. She paused for a moment, then feigned nonchalance, saying, "Why would I miss him? Wouldn't it be better to have money to support ten or eight muscular hunks? Why bother remembering his little love affairs? I'm a clear winner in life now. Women, we should focus on our careers, not fall into the trap of love." As she spoke, she exaggeratedly waved her arms, trying to make her words more convincing. Tabitha, hearing Gloria's words, couldn't help but smile, "Stop humiliating me, please." Upon reuniting with Tabitha, Gloria noticed a significant change in her. She had become much more cheerful and even joked with her from time to time. Gloria reached out and affectionately patted Tabitha's head. With a relieved smile on her face, she said, "My Tabitha has finally emerged from the shadows of that relationship. I'm so happy for you." "Yes
Third person's POVThey shared a laugh, and for a moment, it seemed as if time had reversed, bringing them back to the carefree and beautiful days of the past.However, deep down, they both knew that the past was gone and could never be returned to.Tabitha frowned, puzzled. "You always liked iced coffee, right? Why are you drinking hot tea now?"Gloria scratched her head, a bit embarrassed."Well, I was a bit too indulgent in my early years, always drinking iced coffee even in the dead of winter. The pain during my periods was unbearable. Now that I'm older, I've come to understand the importance of health. Look, I carry a thermos with me whenever I go out.""You should have done that long ago. I told you not to drink so much. As they say, people can't teach people. Experience teaches them in one go," Tabitha shook her head helplessly, speaking with a heavy heart.Gloria subconsciously touched her lower ab
Third person's POVTabitha closed the car door and through the rearview mirror, she saw Gloria standing quietly by the roadside, her gaze following the car with a complex array of emotions—reluctance, helplessness, and something else that Tabitha couldn't quite put her finger on.Seeing Gloria like that caused a pang of pain in Tabitha's heart.She suddenly understood the look of heartache and helplessness that Gloria had given her when she was going through her own emotional turmoil.'The world of adults is like that. When misfortune strikes, they often have to keep it hidden inside, unable to express their emotions as freely as children, who can cry or laugh at will.''As an onlooker, even if one's heart aches, there's nothing that can be done but to watch, which is both helpless and heart-wrenching.'It wasn't until the car had driven so far away that Gloria was out of sight that Tabitha withdrew her gaze.
Third person's POVDeep within her heart, she knew that if it weren't for Wilmot's relentless efforts to gather the funds and ransom her from that terrifying predicament, she would have been ruined, cast into an endless abyss of darkness from which she would never emerge."I failed to protect you, Ms. Hartley," Derek's voice was deep and hoarse, tinged with self-reproach.He had been standing there for some time, a thick layer of snow accumulating on his shoulders and hair, making him appear somewhat weary and forlorn.Tabitha walked slowly towards him, each step light and deliberate.Derek watched her approaching figure with an inexplicable sense of unease.His heart was in turmoil, wrestling with uncertainty over whether Tabitha had guessed his true identity and how she might react if she knew everything.Would she be angry and accusatory, or would she leave resolutely, or do something else he c
Third person's POVTabitha returned to her room and saw that Ayla had already fallen asleep. She picked up a warm towel and gently wiped Ayla's face and hands, her eyes filled with affection and tenderness.As she turned to leave, she glanced out the window and saw a figure standing under the streetlight—it was Wilmot.He stood there motionless, like a statue, gazing directly in her direction with a look of desolation and deep affection in his eyes.Tabitha's heart stirred slightly, and she thought to herself, why was he putting himself through this?Lovesickness had always been the most tormenting, the relentless pursuit of something unattainable only leading to heartache and exhaustion.Tabitha only took a quiet look before closing the curtains.She reminded herself that since she couldn't respond to him, she shouldn't leave any hope, not allowing him to fall deeper into this unrequited affection.
Third person's POV"Yes, Aiden is Aiden Greenwood, and I'm Noah Greenwood. Tabitha, don't you think it sounds great?"Noah's eyes sparkled with anticipation. He seemed to care deeply about Tabitha's opinion on the names.A ripple stirred in Tabitha's heart. She nodded and said, "Yes, it sounds nice. How have you been these years?""Great. Alpha Derek knew I liked to draw, so he specially hired a famous teacher to guide me and arranged this school for me. Now I've caught up with the normal students' progress and even got a guaranteed admission spot with a full scholarship."Noah's face was beaming with pride and gratitude, his eyes filled with dreams for the future.Tabitha raised her hand, intending to pat the teenager's hair as she used to, but found she needed to lift her hand a bit to reach. She smiled and said, "I always knew you were amazing. How about Aiden? How is he?""He never had an interest in wr
Third person's POVThough he was just a child and didn't fully understand what had happened between Tabitha and Derek, he knew one thing—he loved Tabitha and wanted her to be happy."If this makes you happy, I don't mind. I'm just scared... scared you'll leave me," Kyrian said, his voice trembling slightly."Silly boy, didn't I tell you? You and your siblings are my most precious treasures. I love you so much, and I'll visit you often," Tabitha said gently.Then, she noticed the cord around Kyrian's neck and gently pulled it out. It was the small lock she'd designed for him years ago."I made this for you. It's engraved with my hopes for you, 'May you grow up happy and healthy every day.'"Kyrian reached out his hand. "Mom, you can't lie to me. You have to come see me again."Their fingers hooked together in a pinky promise, and Tabitha smiled softly."Okay, I promise. When you're a little older, we'll live together, alri
Third person's POVIn such a short time, Kyrian had already figured out his place in Tabitha's heart. He knew exactly where her soft spots were and used his natural childlike tears as a "weapon" to try to keep her from leaving.Though this might not make Tabitha happy, she couldn't bring herself to refuse him.What parent could say no to a child crying for candy?Especially when that child was the one she owed so much to, the one she wanted to give the entire world to.But he didn't want the world. He just wanted Tabitha to stay."I..." Tabitha started to speak, but Kyrian cut her off."Mom, I love you so much, and you love me, and my siblings too. I already don't have a complete family. Do you want my siblings to grow up without a dad, only imagining what he looks like, envying other kids' happy families? Mom, haven't you heard? A happy, complete childhood can heal a person for life, but an incomplete one takes a lifetime to heal."
Third person's POV"Back then was back then. Now is now. But I promise you, no matter what happens, I'll always love you," Tabitha said softly, gently stroking Kyrian's head. Her hand brushed through his soft fur, the warmth of a mother's love flowing through her touch.Kyrian's voice was small, tinged with hope. "Mom, can you spare a little love for Dad? He's actually kind of pitiful."His eyes showed sympathy for Derek. In his heart, both his parents were his greatest loves, and he longed for a complete family."There are plenty of people in this world who love your dad. He doesn't need mine," Tabitha replied, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness. Despite her lingering feelings for Derek, the pain of the past made it hard for her to forgive."But to Dad, you're like oxygen to a fish. A fish can't live without oxygen," Kyrian said, snuggling closer to Tabitha.He pressed his body against hers, as if clinging to her love would make it st
Third person's POVKyrian obediently climbed over and was immediately pulled into Tabitha's embrace.From here, they could see the beautiful scenery outside. Kyrian realized that the training grounds looked completely different from this angle—probably because his mother was by his side.Tabitha smiled softly, her voice warm. "I chose your name. You were born with all my love.""Mom, you must have loved Dad a lot back then," Kyrian said, looking up with curious eyes."Yes, very much," Tabitha admitted honestly. "No matter how I feel about your dad now, you are my precious child, born after seven months of carrying you. Your dad took you away, and I didn't even know you existed. That's why I missed so many years of your life. But you need to know, I thought about you every single day. There wasn't a moment when I didn't miss you or wonder about you. I love you more than anyone in the world."Kyrian's mood brightened, a happy smile sprea
Third person's POVKyrian watched nervously as Tabitha cleaned and dressed his wounds.He didn't dare breathe too loudly, his eyes glued to her every move. His gaze was filled with dependence and longing.Every now and then, he'd glance quickly at Derek, his eyes questioning, desperate for reassurance that this wasn't a dream."Dad, is Mom really back?" His voice trembled, carrying the fragility and hope unique to a child.Derek reached out and gently tapped his nose. "Silly boy, she's really here."Kyrian's tense body relaxed slightly, and a shy smile crept onto his face.When Tabitha applied the ointment a little too firmly, he winced but stayed silent.His hands gripped the hem of his shirt, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. He was afraid that if he cried out in pain, Tabitha might leave.In his heart, he thought, As long as Mom stays, this pain is nothing.Kyrian had always been well-behaved, but n
Third person's POVAzazel was furious.To be honest, he hadn't planned to take things this far with Kyrian.He showed Kyrian some respect, but deep down, he knew most of the children here were orphans with no one to rely on.He'd been provoking Kyrian because he refused to fall in line. After all this time, Kyrian still wouldn't listen to him.Azazel had wanted to teach him a lesson and assert his dominance in front of the others.But Kyrian was tougher than he'd expected. Instead of backing down, he even fought back with a fierce determination that burned in his eyes.What's wrong with him? Why won't he give up?"You're dead, brat," Azazel snarled, raising his fist to deliver a crushing blow to Kyrian's head."Stop!"Kyrian closed his eyes, bracing for the impact his small body couldn't possibly withstand. But the blow never came.A hand shot out, gripping Azazel's wrist.Everyone turned to see Tabitha, breathless from running.Thankfully, she'd made it in time.What she didn't know
Third person's POVKyrian had barely taken a few bites when a tall boy walked over and flipped his tray onto the floor, sneering, "Go on, eat that."Tabitha's fists clenched in anger. "How can they bully him like this? He's already struggling!"Derek held her back. "Tabitha, don't act rashly. This place isn't just about physical training for him."Tabitha frowned. "Then what else is he here for?"Derek explained, "For people like us, growing up means training alongside peers who'll become your most trusted allies—like Alvin and Rolf. These are the people who'd take a bullet for you on the battlefield. If Kyrian grows up sheltered, handed a team of strangers, do you think they'd truly respect or protect him? One wrong move, and he could end up dead."Tabitha's anger began to fade. "What are you saying?"Derek's tone grew serious. "He's not just training his body. He's learning to lead, to earn the loyalty of these kids. They'll b
Third person's POVThe car slowly emerged from the underground garage, breaking through the darkness into the open air.The streets were adorned with mistletoe trees, people bustling about in preparation for Christmas."It's been years since we celebrated together," Derek said suddenly, his voice tinged with nostalgia."Yeah." In those days when survival was all that mattered, Tabitha hadn't had the luxury of thinking about holidays."It's the last day of the year. Where are you taking me?" Tabitha glanced at Derek."You'll see."The car wound its way out of the city, into the countryside. Snowflakes danced in the air, painting the world in white.The road grew steeper, the landscape wilder. Soon, there were no buildings in sight—just endless trees and snow.Tabitha gripped the armrest as the car jolted over uneven terrain. After what felt like hours, they reached a remote valley deep in the mountains. Even their p
Third person's POVTabitha had been his most promising student. As a freshman, she'd become his assistant, shadowing him in clinics and even observing surgeries.He had placed his highest hopes in her, demanding perfection during her training.To him, Tabitha was a once-in-a-generation talent—he was merely her starting point, not her ceiling.Dr. Fairbanks had been both a mentor and father figure to her. And she had let him down."Is Dr. Fairbanks… doing alright?" Tabitha asked quietly.Alban's voice turned cold. "No. He says he once had a student who made him proud—until she threw away her future for a man."Tears welled up in Tabitha's eyes.She still remembered the day she submitted her withdrawal letter. Dr. Fairbanks rushed to the school, still wearing his surgical scrubs with a scalpel clutched in his hand.At first, he thought something catastrophic had happened—had her family gone bankrup