The flight back to Country M was quiet. The children were sleeping soundly in their seats, while Alaric and Elona sat side by side. The tension between them still lingered, but something had shifted. There seemed to be an understanding forming between them, one small step at a time.The Royale Mansion awaited them, grand and imposing as ever. Senior Royale greeted them with open arms, his face lighting up as he saw his grandson leading Elona and their triplets into the grand entrance.“Alaric! My boy!” Senior Royale’s voice boomed through the halls, his joy palpable. His eyes landed on Elona, and though he knew of her past with his grandson, his admiration was evident. “It’s wonderful to see you all together. I’ve been dreaming of this day. We should hasten and contact the best wedding planner in the country.”Elona glanced at Alaric, startled by his grandfather’s enthusiasm. Her lips parted to speak, but before she could say a word, Alaric stepped in, his calm demeanor masking his ex
The Royale Mansion had become a strange blend of familiarity and new beginnings. The triplets were settling in well, their laughter echoing through the grand halls, and Elona found herself adapting to the steady rhythm of life in the household.One evening, as the golden hues of sunset bathed the mansion, an unexpected visitor arrived. Master Fu, Elona’s godfather and the formidable founder of the Guild of Shadows, stood at the gates with a warm smile.“Elona,” he said as she hurried to greet him, his voice as steady and reassuring as ever. “I had to see for myself that you and the children are safe.” Elona embraced him tightly, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Godfather, it’s so good to see you. We’re doing well here.”Master Fu’s sharp eyes scanned the mansion. “It’s a grand place, but your safety comes first. There are still those who wish to harm you, Elona. I’ve bought a villa nearby and brought five of my best guild members with me. They’ll be watching over you and the childr
Alaric sat at his desk, staring at an untouched glass of whiskey. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each thought circling back to the woman who had changed everything: Elona.She was upstairs, likely reading to the triplets before bed. Her voice, soft and soothing, was a balm to the chaos that had been his life since her return. Yet, the distance between them was undeniable.He leaned back in his chair, the weight of regret pressing heavily on his chest. Elona was here, under his roof, raising their children, but she wasn’t his. She wasn’t here for him.He thought back to the days when things had been simpler. Elona had confessed her feelings for him. It had been nine years of her loving him quietly. Alaric realized, and the truth hit him like a wave.She had stood before him, her cheeks flushed, her hands trembling. "I'll always remember you," she had said, her voice barely above a whisper. That night he had gone against the norm and picked up a young girl on the streets who s
The soft rustling of the wind through the garden filled the silence between them. Alaric leaned back on the bench, his hands gripping his knees as if holding himself together. Elona sat beside him, her posture poised, her expression unreadable. Her silence had always been an enigma to him, but tonight, it felt heavier.He studied her face, illuminated by the pale moonlight. She was beautiful. Not just outwardly, but in the quiet strength she exuded. It was a strength that had carried their children, mended his brokenness, and rebuilt what he had so carelessly shattered.“Elona,” he said again, his voice quieter this time, “I know I have no right to ask for forgiveness. I just… I don’t know how to fix this.”Her eyes flicked to his, a flicker of emotion breaking through her calm facade. “Alaric, it’s not about fixing things. Some wounds don’t heal with apologies or grand gestures. Sometimes, they just leave scars, and we have to decide if we can live with them.”Her words hit him harde
Alaric's chest tightened as Elona rose from the bench and walked toward the blooming rose bushes. The moonlight illuminated her figure, and for a moment, he let himself hope that the walls between them could be rebuilt, if only he could prove himself worthy.“Do you still love me, Elona?” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Elona froze, her back still to him. The question hung heavy in the air, fragile and dangerous. Finally, she turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.“I don’t know, Alaric,” she said softly. “I loved you for years, and it brought me nothing but pain. I don’t know if I can go through that again.”Her honesty cut him deeper than any blade could. “I don’t deserve your love,” he admitted. “But I can’t stop wanting it. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’ve changed, if that’s what it takes.”Elona regarded him for a long moment, her gaze piercing through his defenses. “Words, Alaric,” she said again, her voice firmer this t
Alaric's resignation was never meant to be permanent but rather a calculated move to focus on rebuilding his personal life. However, the pressure of his legacy loomed over him. He knew deep down that abandoning the Royale Group entirely would not only tarnish the family's name but also jeopardize the empire his grandfather, Senior Royale, had built from nothing.The evening after their family outing, Alaric sat in his study, staring at a resignation draft he’d written weeks ago. The words "effective immediately" felt heavier than they should. He sighed and set the document aside, rubbing his temples.Elona entered quietly, carrying a cup of herbal tea. She placed it on his desk and leaned against the edge, crossing her arms. “You’re really going through with this?” she asked, her voice calm but probing.Alaric looked up at her, his gaze conflicted. “I’ve been thinking about it. The business…it’s all-consuming. It feels like I’ve spent my entire life chasing power and profit, and look
Edward Callahan sat at his large, mahogany desk, scanning the photographs in front of him. As the CEO of the Callahan Group, he was always on the lookout for talented designers to collaborate with.But this particular search was personal. The fifth concubine of Country S's royal family had been known for her exquisite taste in jewelry. Edward had been trying to track down the designer behind those stunning pieces for years. His team had finally managed to obtain some photographs of the designer, but they were unremarkable. The woman in the pictures had a burnt scar on her cheek, and her features were not particularly striking. Yet, as Edward gazed at the photographs, he felt an inexplicable tug at his heartstrings.It was as if he was looking at a part of himself, a connection he couldn't quite explain. He shrugged it off as mere curiosity, but the feeling persisted. Edward's eyes drifted to the designs accompanying the photographs. The jewelry pieces were breathtaking, with intrica
The soft hum of a private jet vibrated through the plush cabin as Alaric leaned back in his seat, his mind a storm of frustration and resolve. His emerald eyes, usually calm and commanding, now glinted with a hardened edge. The name Gwen Mason tasted bitter on his tongue.The Royale Group had weathered many storms, but the recent attacks, unprecedented sanctions, false allegations, and covert sabotage, had stretched even his legendary patience. The shadowy hand behind it all led to one person: Queen Consort Gwen Mason of Country S.~~Two Weeks Earlier~~Alaric had been in his office at Royale Tower when his assistant, Jimmy, walked in with an urgent report. “Sir, another contract has been pulled. This time, the banks are citing ‘political instability’ in Country S.”Alaric’s jaw tightened. “Political instability my foot. Who’s the client?”“Callahan Group.”The name made Alaric pause. Edward Callahan was one of the few CEOs he respected, a man who valued integrity as much as profit. “
The cold evening air bit at Alaric’s skin as he pulled up to the gates of his villa. His mind was still reeling from his conversation with Senior Royale. The curse. The imposter. His mistakes.He had wasted over a year. A year living under the same roof as a fraud while his real wife was out there, alone. No. In the hands of another man. She didn't have her memories and that made her vulnerable. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. Never again. He will set things right. This was his vow to himself. As his car rolled to a stop, his sharp eyes caught sight of two figures standing near the gate. Edward Callahan. Tania. A frown settled on his face. What were they doing here? Hadn’t they just returned from abroad?Alaric stepped out of his car, his powerful frame cutting through the dim light of the villa’s entrance. The moment Edward spotted him, the man’s piercing blue eyes locked onto his like a predator finally finding its prey.Tania, on the other hand, looked livid, arms cross
Alaric sat in his dimly lit study, the ticking of the antique clock grating on his already frayed nerves. His fingers drummed against the polished wood of his desk, his mind replaying a detail that had been gnawing at him for days.Elona was five months pregnant when she arrived in Country M with Kian. That was nine months ago. He clenched his jaw. With the right calculations, she must have given birth. So, where was the baby? Or… babies, since Elona had a history of giving birth to multiples? Since he now knew the truth, it was obvious that he was the father. A shiver ran down his spine when the possibility of Kian claiming them as his flickered in his mind. His breath turned shallow, his obsessive compulsive need for order clashing violently with the messy reality he had allowed to unfold. He was a man who thrived on control, everything in its rightful place, everything accounted for.But this? This was chaos. An unprecedented kind of chaos. The real Elona was out there, with anot
Meanwhile, in Velmorah, Aria decided not to worry about Alaric's threats or the threats that loomed in the dark. She did not even want to deal with the imposter who stole her identity. For her, the past life she once had, did not matter at all. What really mattered were her children, the flesh of her flesh. Now that they had reconnected, she felt whole again.Aria sat in the warmth of her private study, her delicate fingers curled around a porcelain teacup as she watched the triplets animatedly recount stories from their past. The soft glow of lanterns cast flickering shadows on the walls, but the only thing that held her attention was the three little geniuses before her.She had barely known them for a short while, yet it felt as though her soul had recognized them long before her mind had. They were the missing piece of her heart, the heartbeat she didn’t even know she had lost.The triplets took turns to help her understand the life they shared before she was hurt whilst accompany
The prison wardens office swirled with a suffocating tension. The revelation hand a certain ominous feeling that was pressing down on everyone in the room. The forensic team stood frozen, the results on their screen a glaring contradiction to what had been believed for over a year.“This… this isn’t possible,” the warden stammered, his face turning ashen. His fingers trembled as he clutched the paper detailing the fingerprint results. Feeling the colad and fore doing aura emanating from the Royale grandfather and grandson, his knees nearly buckled. Alaric sat across from him, and his cold, calculating gaze drilling into the man like a sharpened blade. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but his aura was suffocating. Even the most hardened officers in the room dared not meet his eyes. “Explain,” Alaric said, his voice dangerously quiet.The forensic specialist cleared his throat, stepping forward. “Sir, according to our records, this woman”, he pointed to the prison cell's current oc
Aria paced the length of the study, her fingers curled into tight fists. The weight of the letter still lingered in her mind, but it wasn't fear that consumed her now, it was frustration."Who does he think he is?" she muttered, her voice sharp with anger. "He had an imposter by his side for a year, and now he thinks he can summon me like I owe him an explanation?"Kian leaned against the desk, his arms crossed. "Alaric is a desperate man, Aria. The fact that he’s finally figured out that the woman beside him isn’t you means he’s digging deeper. We need to be ahead of him." Aria exhaled sharply. "I don’t care about what he figures out. I care about keeping my children out of this mess."Master Fu, who had been silent until now, set down a document on the table. "We might not have the luxury of staying out of it anymore. Our sources have confirmed something troubling, Maribel is not working alone. There's someone orchestrating this deception from the shadows."Aria stilled. "What do yo
The days that followed were quiet but suffocating. The peacefulness of the Vortigen Grand Villa, which had once been a refuge, now felt more like a gilded cage. Aria's thoughts often wandered back to the time before her memories had been taken. Before she had learned the truth about her life, about Alaric, and about the world she had once belonged to. But those days seemed like a distant dream now.She focused on the present, on her children, and on the promise she had made to Kian. They would not let the past destroy what they had built. However, the threat of Alaric’s return still loomed over them like a dark cloud. The truth was out there, and it was only a matter of time before it reached him.Kian, ever the protector, was especially vigilant. He spent long hours studying the files and information Master Fu had gathered about Alaric’s movements, searching for any sign of weakness, anything that would give them an edge. He wasn’t about to let Aria slip through his fingers again. F
The ominous, foreboding feeling that lingered over Vortigen Grand Villa had settled into a tense silence. Master Fu paced slowly in the study, deep in thought, while Kian and Aria sat with the triplets, who were now playfully rolling around on the rug. Their laughter seemed like a distant melody, a stark contrast to the storm brewing on the horizon.Aria absentmindedly played with Allie’s hair, the feel of her daughter’s soft curls grounding her, anchoring her to the present, to the family she had found in Kian and these beautiful children. She had made her decision. The past, with all its pain and lies, was behind her.But even as she tried to savor this peace, her thoughts kept drifting to the woman who had taken her place in Alaric’s life. The imposter.A gnawing unease began to grow inside her, the certainty of what had been done to her, what had been done to the triplets. It was a heavy feeling, one she couldn’t shake. Kian noticed her growing quiet and placed his hand gently on
The Vortigen Grand Villa was silent, tension swirling around the whole place. Master Fu sat at the grand study’s desk, his fingers drumming lightly against the polished mahogany surface. The triplets sat on the plush couch with Kian and Aria, their small faces serious as they waited.In his hands, Master Fu held the DNA analysis results, sent directly from Alaric himself, who had unknowingly delivered the truth into their hands.The envelope was already opened, the paper slightly crumpled from his grip. He had read the contents twice, yet the the truth was a bittersweet revelation. Although he expected it, Aria had no recollection of her past. But it was also good for the triplets to know that they were right.Aria took a slow breath, her fingers entwined with Kian’s. Although she had braced herself, though she had always felt an inexplicable connection to the triplets, a part of her still feared, feared that this was all a cruel trick of fate.Master Fu exhaled sharply before looking
Forty-Eight Hours Later......Alaric Royale sat behind his massive oak desk, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the polished surface. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but his mind was anything but calm.Forty-eight hours had passed. A whole two days since he had Maribel’s blood drawn under the guise of a routine check-up. Any minute now, he knew he'd be drawing closer to the truth.A soft ding echoed in the quiet office and his phone screen lit up with a message from Dr. Hastings: "The results are ready. You’ll need to see this in person."Alaric’s grip on his phone tightened. He rose from his chair, grabbing his coat with a sharp motion before striding out. Jimmy, who had been standing nearby, immediately fell in step beside him. “Sir?” Jimmy inquired, softly.“We’re going to Hastings’ clinic.” Alaric's response was clipped. Jimmy felt the suppressed rage and shuddered inwardly. Jimmy needed no further explanation. His sharp gaze darkened as he nodded. “Understood.”Dr. H