Jimmy burst into the room with the supplies, relief written across his face. “I’ve got everything you asked for,” he said, placing the items on the table. Elona nodded curtly and got to work, her hands moving with practiced precision as she cleaned and tended to the wound. Her expression remained calm, but the fire in her eyes hinted at her growing frustration. “Why would you let this get so bad, Alaric?” she finally asked, her voice tight. “You’re smarter than this. You know better.” Alaric looked away, his jaw tightening, but before he could answer, Jimmy let out a sharp sigh. “You want to know why?” Jimmy said, stepping forward. He ignored the warning look Alaric shot him and continued, his tone edged with exasperation. “Because this man hasn’t cared about himself since the day he woke up and realized you were gone!” “Jimmy, don’t,” Alaric said, his voice low but firm. “No,” Jimmy shot back. “She deserves to know.” He turned to Elona, his gaze steady and his voice softer n
Alaric sat slumped in the passenger seat of the SUV, his face pale but glowing faintly with satisfaction. Elona, seated beside him, crossed her arms, her expression a mix of frustration and worry. Jimmy was driving, though he kept glancing at the rearview mirror nervously, gauging the tension between the two.“You need bedrest and proper care, Alaric,” Elona said, her voice firm. “I can’t just let you continue like this.” Alaric exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for a moment before replying, “I’m not going back to the hotel.”“Then where?” she asked, exasperated. “I have a villa here in Country F,” he said simply, his voice low but resolute. “The kids don’t need to see me like this, not looking this… haggard.” Before Elona could argue further, Jimmy chimed in, “Sir, I can...”“No,” Elona cut him off sharply. “Jimmy, carry him. We’ll settle this when we get there.” Jimmy hesitated, his loyalty torn between his boss and Elona’s authoritative tone. “Uh…”“Jimmy,” Alaric said, his voice ga
The smell of fresh pastries and sizzling bacon wafted through the villa as the family gathered around the grand dining table. The sunlight streaming through the large windows painted the room in a golden glow, highlighting the smiles and laughter echoing within.Master Fu, Senior Royale, and Julio exchanged knowing glances, their eyes lighting up when they saw Elona sitting beside Alaric. The faint blush on her cheeks and the content look on Alaric’s face told them everything they needed to know.“I see you two had a good night,” Master Fu teased, his voice low but filled with mirth. Elona glared at him, her cheeks darkening. “Don’t start, Master Fu,” she said, trying to keep her voice stern.Senior Royale chuckled, his rich laughter filling the room. “Let the man tease, my dear. We’re all just happy to see the two of you… rebuilding.” Julio smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling with joy. “I second that. It’s been far too long since we’ve had a proper family breakfast like this.”Meanwhil
The morning air at the villa was crisp and fragrant, the sounds of birds chirping mingling with the giggles of the triplets as they raced through the garden. After their breakfast adventure, the children were eager to explore every nook and cranny of the estate.Elona stood on the veranda, her arms crossed as she watched them dart between the blooming flowerbeds. Despite her initial hesitation about bringing the family to the villa, the sight of her children so carefree and happy brought a rare smile to her face.“You’re a natural at this,” Alaric said softly, stepping up beside her. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, looking far healthier than he had the previous day. Though his steps were measured, his determination to move without assistance was clear.“A natural at what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “At being the heart of this family,” he replied. His voice was steady, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed the depths of his emotions. “You make it all look so e
The faint scent of jasmine drifted through the room where a woman sat before a mirror. Her delicate fingers grazed the faint scars that traced her once-flawless complexion. Though nearly invisible to the casual observer, they were a constant reminder of the accident that had reshaped her life 14 years ago.She had been told that her name was Esmeralda, a name as beautiful and mysterious as the woman she saw in the mirror. Yet, the name evoked no memories, no connection to the life she had once led.Her savior, Leonardo Valtieri, had insisted that she take her time, that her memories would return when she was ready. But even now, all she had were fragments, shadows of a past that refused to come into focus.Leonardo Valtieri had always been a man of ambition. Born into a modest family in Country L, he had built an empire from the ground up, becoming one of the most powerful and enigmatic figures in international business.But beneath his ruthless exterior lay a man haunted by a love st
Leonardo Valtieri sat in the dimly lit study of his sprawling mansion, a glass of aged whiskey in his hand. His usually impenetrable demeanor softened as he stared at the photograph in front of him. It was a candid shot from the banquet at the prestigious hotel in Country F.The photo captured a radiant young woman standing amidst a crowd, her features a hauntingly familiar echo of the woman he had loved and lost so many years ago. This girl whom he noe knew as Elona. Her striking emerald eyes and graceful posture stirred a torrent of emotions within him.For years, Leonardo had lived with the painful truth that Esmeralda, the daughter he had secretly fathered, was alive but without her memories. He had raised no objections when she called herself by her royal title, believing it safer for her to remain unaware of her true parentage. But when he saw Elona at the banquet, he had no doubt. The young woman’s resemblance to Esmeralda was undeniable.Fourteen years ago, when Leonardo saved
After discussing with and seeing Julio off, Leonardo Valtieri stood at the edge of his vast estate, overlooking rows upon rows of grapevines glistening under the morning sun. The vineyard was his pride and joy, a serene escape from the political intrigues and power struggles that had defined much of his earlier life. But it wasn’t the vineyard itself that brought him the most joy, it was the woman who inspired it.Years ago, when Leonardo had rescued Esmeralda from the car accident, she had been an empty shell of the vibrant, intelligent woman he had once admired from afar. Her once-glowing confidence had been replaced by confusion and fear. Yet even without her memories, certain things about her remained unchanged. Her love for nature, her fascination with wine, and her refined palate for the finest vintages.Determined to give her a semblance of happiness, Leonardo had converted half of his farm into a vineyard. He had spent years cultivating the land, learning about winemaking, an
The sun bathed the vineyards in a warm golden hue as Elona strolled through the open-air market with her children, Julio, and Master Fu. The day was meant to be a break from their whirlwind of revelations and confrontations. For Elona, it was a chance to bond with her children and enjoy a rare moment of peace.On the other side of the market, Esme walked through the bustling stalls, her senses alive with the aroma of fresh herbs and spices. She was running an errand for Leonardo, but as she moved through the crowd, a strange unease settled in her chest. It was a feeling she couldn’t quite place, as though something life-changing was just around the corner.Elona paused near a stall selling handmade jewelry. Allie tugged on her dress, insisting she come and see a delicate bracelet. As Elona turned to follow her daughter, she caught sight of a woman with striking silver-brown hair and a graceful demeanor. Something about her tugged at Elona’s heart.Esme, standing only a few stalls away
Arlyle leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes scanning the files on their mother’s encrypted server. "We’re not done yet," he said firmly, his voice filled with determination. Allie frowned, a hint of worry on her face. “Arlyle, this is serious. If Mommy finds out, she’ll be really mad this time.”Artie, the youngest of the trio, crossed his arms. “Mommy always says the truth is the strongest weapon. We’re just using it to protect her and Daddy.” Arlyle nodded. “Exactly. If we don’t do it, who will? Those witches will just keep hurting Mommy and lying about Daddy.”Using their hacking skills, the triplets had uncovered the first of many shocking truths about Maribel. Though the world saw her as the Queen Consort’s loyal personal aide, the triplets discovered her deeper ties to the royal family of Country S. A dig through confidential adoption records revealed that Maribel had been picked up from an orphanage and raised as the Queen Consort’s goddaughter, her entire life carefully e
In Emerald Hill, Harley paced her luxurious bedroom, her face twisted in frustration. She had received news that Elona and her children were back in Alaric’s life. How dare she? Harley thought. After all these years, she still thinks she has a claim on him?Her anger boiled over as she scrolled through social media, where Maribel’s calculated posts flaunting her connection to Alaric had gained traction. Harley knew she couldn’t remain silent. She had waited too long for this moment to let another woman steal what she believed was hers.Determined, she called in favors and paid an influential media outlet to release the photos and videos she had kept in reserve. The images showed her and Alaric in a jewelry store, him slipping an engagement ring on her finger, and his public announcement of their engagement. The media platform spun the narrative to her advantage: “Alaric Royale’s True Fiancee Revealed: Harley Carter Takes a Stand!”The internet exploded. Harley painted herself as the s
The family reunion was heartwarming but Elona was not as happy as she should have been. Alaric was poisoned and she was scared. Master Fu did not want to get rid of the toxins in Alaric's body at once. He would rather take a roundabout way to treat him.Elona sighed and mentally chided herself for being too indecisive when it came to Alaric. She could only comfort herself by saying that she was only concerned because he was her children's father. Even she felt silly at her post excuse for her care. "Actually, I didn't know that I was adopted until recently." Elona was snapped out of her reverie when she heard Edward's statement. She perked up her ears and momentarily set aside her worries about Alaric. Master Fu was tending to him and she knew that he would not die. That was comforting enough for her."My cousins were the ones who started bringing out how much I didn't resemble either of my parents or anyone in the Callahan family when my father was critically ill. They wanted to ous
Esmeralda sank into the armchair, her hands trembling as she recalled the harrowing days of her youth. The truth of what might have happened was dawning on her, and it left her breathless.“When I gave birth to Elona,” she began softly, her voice barely steady, “I was just a scared girl, exiled from my home, hiding from the Queen Consort’s spies. I didn’t have the luxury of a reputable hospital. The doctor who delivered Elona… he was someone I found in desperation.”Julio clenched his fists, his expression darkening with fury. “And you think that man.....”Esmeralda nodded, her eyes misty. “If I was carrying twins and didn’t know... it would have been easy for him to take one of the babies. I never suspected. I thought Elona was my only child.”Edward listened in stunned silence, his mind racing. Could it really be true? Could this woman, this elegant and regal figure, truly be his mother? And Elona, the woman he’d worked alongside for a while, his sister?Leonardo broke the silence,
Elona sent a message to Edward Callahan telling her that something had come up and she would entrust Arlyle, Artie, and Allie to him. She would only return the next day. Edward Callahan immediately called her. The moment she answered Edward was a little too excited. He rambled on about meeting the famous artist from country S Julio and how they resembled each other like looking in the mirror. Julio had just come for the triplets' birthday as their grandfather. Elona was surprised and suddenly thought back to how people in the capital kept saying that Elona and Edward looked more like brother and sister than a couple. Could it be Julio had Edward with another woman, and they were half-siblings?Elona frowned as Edward’s voice bubbled with excitement through the receiver. "Elona, you won’t believe it," Edward gushed. "I just met the Julio! The artist from Country S. He came for the triplets’ birthday, can you believe it? And here’s the crazy part, we look like we’re cut from the same
Elona’s fingers paused mid-motion as she arranged the herbs for Alaric’s next dose. Her sharp gaze cut through the flickering candlelight to where Master Fu sat, sipping tea with deliberate calm. The room’s silence was thick, broken only by the occasional groan from Alaric in the adjoining chamber.“You could cure him, couldn’t you?” Elona asked, her voice low but accusing. Fu set his teacup down, meeting her eyes with the unyielding calm of a seasoned mentor. “I could.”Her hands clenched into fists. “Then why drag this out? Why make me mix temporary antidotes when you have the skill to end this suffering now?”Fu leaned back, his expression unreadable. “Because suffering sharpens resolve. Alaric needs to endure this pain. It will awaken the fire he has long suppressed.”Elona’s anger simmered. “You’re withholding his treatment... to provoke him? He’s already half-dead! If you’re trying to teach him a lesson, this isn’t the way!”“Enough.” Fu’s voice carried the weight of years, sile
Elona felt her anger flare, but she quickly tamped it down. Losing control wouldn’t help her find what she needed. "Do you have any stock left? Even scraps?" she asked the shopkeeper.The man hesitated, then leaned in closer. "I have a few dried remnants, but they won’t be enough for what you’re concocting. If you’re willing to pay..."Elona didn't wait for him to finish. She handed him a pouch of gold, her jaw tight. "I’ll take it. And if you hear of any other suppliers who can help, send word to this address." She scribbled her clinic's location on a scrap of parchment.The shopkeeper nodded, pocketing the gold. “Be careful, lady. If they’re buying these herbs in bulk, they’re up to no good. You might be stepping into something dangerous.”“I already have,” Elona muttered under her breath as she walked away, her cloak billowing behind her. Although she paid much more than she would on a normal day, Elona felt no loss. That's the rule of these underground markets. The only currency t
The sudden motion caused Elona to stumble, but Alaric caught her before she fell. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and the world seemed to stand still.“Alaric?” Elona’s voice was barely a whisper, her fingers clutching his wrist instinctively. As a doctor, she felt his pulse. It was erratic and weak, a telltale sign of a raging toxin.Her heart skipped a beat, her professional instincts kicking in. “You’re sick,” she murmured, her eyes searching his face. “It’s nothing,” he said gruffly, pulling away.But Elona wasn’t convinced. Her gaze lingered on him, a mixture of concern and heartache.“We need to talk,” she said firmly.As they stood there, the noise of the party fading into the background, Elona's eyes searched Alaric's face. "What's going on, Alaric? You're not well."Alaric's expression turned guarded, but Elona could see the faintest glimmer of desperation in his eyes. "I told you, it's nothing." Elona's grip on his wrist tightened. "Don't lie to me, Alaric. I can see it
The moonlight spilled through the tall windows of the Royale penthouse, illuminating the sleek modern decor that screamed wealth and power. Alaric Royale leaned against the marble bar, a crystal glass of bourbon in his hand. His expression was unreadable, his sharp jawline set as he swirled the amber liquid absentmindedly.Across the room, Maribel sat on a leather chaise lounge, her crimson silk dress clinging to her figure as she sipped wine. Her perfectly painted lips curved into a coy smile as she tilted her head, watching Alaric like a predator assessing prey.“You’ve been quiet tonight,” she remarked, her voice honeyed but with an edge that prickled Alaric’s already fraying patience.He didn’t bother to look at her. “I’ve been busy.”“Too busy for the mother of your child?” she countered, resting a hand on her stomach. The gesture was calculated, her fingers lightly brushing over the slight curve of her abdomen.Alaric’s gaze flickered to her stomach briefly before returning to h