The sprawling Callahan villa in the heart of the capital was a sanctuary of opulence and security, a place where Elona and her triplets could find refuge from the storm. Yet, despite the lavish surroundings and the cheerful laughter of her children, Elona’s heart remained a battlefield of emotions.Each morning began with determination, a quiet resolve to forge a new path for herself and her children. But that resolve faltered as the headlines intruded on her carefully built walls. Images of Alaric and Maribel’s engagement plastered across newspapers and magazines were impossible to escape. Maribel, her growing belly a constant reminder of the perceived betrayal, beamed alongside Alaric in every picture.Elona’s chest tightened each time she saw those images, but she refused to let them break her.One evening, she sat alone in the sunlit courtyard, watching her children play. Arlyle darted across the lawn, chasing Allie and Artie as their laughter echoed through the open space. Their
The Callahan villa brimmed with anticipation as the triplets’ fifth birthday drew near. Arlyle, Artie, and Allie buzzed with excitement, their energy filling every corner of the sprawling estate.“Mama, I want a rocket cake! One that blasts off!” Artie declared, bouncing on his toes as he tugged on Elona’s sleeve. Allie chimed in, spinning dramatically with her toy wand in hand. “No! A princess cake with glitter and a crown!”Arlyle, the eldest by a mere three minutes but ever the diplomat, grinned at his siblings. “We can have both, right, Mama?”Elona knelt to their level, wrapping them all in a warm embrace. “Of course. Anything for my stars,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with a wistfulness that even she couldn’t hide.As the children ran off, their laughter ringing in the air, Elona felt a pang deep in her chest. This birthday was not only a celebration of their growth but also a stark reminder of the fractured relationship she had with their father, Alaric.That evening, t
Alaric sat in his private office, staring at the medical report in his hands. The results from the amniocentesis he had arranged without Maribel's knowledge were glaringly clear. "Paternal DNA Match: Negative." The paper trembled in his grip as fury and disbelief coursed through him.For months, he had been trapped in a web of lies, sacrificing his reputation, his freedom, and, most painfully, his connection to Elona and the triplets. And all for a child that wasn't his."Maribel," he growled, his voice cold and venomous. "You'll pay for this." His assistant, Jimmy, knocked on the door hesitantly. "Sir, the board meeting is starting."Alaric raised his gaze, his icy demeanor startling him. "Cancel it. I have more important matters to attend to." Jimmy nodded quickly and left, sensing the storm brewing in his boss.Later that evening, Alaric called his grandfather, Senior Royale. The older man listened quietly as Alaric revealed the truth about the pregnancy."I knew it," Senior Royale
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
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
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
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 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
Five Years Later… The Royale Estate had never been more alive. Lush gardens stretched as far as the eye could see, the scent of blooming roses mingling with the crisp afternoon air. The laughter of children echoed across the grounds, filling the estate with warmth and joy. Elona stood on the grand balcony, watching the scene below unfold with a soft smile on her lips. She leaned against Alaric, his strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist. "Look at them," she murmured, pride evident in her voice. Down in the courtyard, the Terrific Trio, Arlyle, Artie, and Allie, were engrossed in an intense discussion, their expressions far too serious for eleven-year-olds. But then again, they weren’t just any eleven-year-olds. They were national geniuses, their intelligence unmatched by any child their age. Their names graced international forums, scientific journals, an
The grand ballroom of the Royale Estate was transformed into a breathtaking vision of elegance. Cascading chandeliers bathed the space in golden light, while delicate floral arrangements lined the aisle, each petal whispering a tale of love, redemption, and new beginnings. Alaric Royale stood at the altar, dressed in a custom-tailored black tuxedo, his stance confident yet solemn. His heart pounded with anticipation as he awaited the arrival of the woman who had become his world, the woman he had almost lost but fought to reclaim. The billboards across Country M broadcasted the event live, capturing every moment in stunning detail. The entire nation bore witness to the redemption of a man who had once taken love for granted but now vowed to cherish it with his entire being. When Elona finally appeared at the entrance, time seemed to stand still.Dressed in an exquisite white gown
Alaric Royale had always been a man who thrived under pressure. Business deals, billion-dollar investments, and ruthless negotiations had been his expertise for years. But now, he was navigating an entirely different battlefield, one that involved diaper changes, bedtime stories, and earning the love of the family he had once taken for granted. And he was determined not to fail. For him, this was the dawn of a new routine, and one he fully embraced with sincerity. The sun had barely risen when Elona stirred awake, expecting to hear the usual fussing of the twins. But instead, the room was quiet. Too quiet. She sat up, her heart thudding. Had she overslept? Where were the babies?Slipping on her robe, she made her way downstairs, only to pause at the sight before her. Alaric was in the living room, still in his sleepwear, holding one of the twins in his arms while feeding the othe
Elona studied him, searching for any trace of deception, but all she saw was sincerity, painful, soul-deep sincerity. “I don’t know if I can ever fully forgive you,” she admitted quietly. “But… I want to try.” Alaric’s head snapped up, eyes widening slightly. “You do?” Elona sighed. “The truth is, despite everything, a part of me never stopped wanting you. And maybe that’s my own weakness. But I can’t ignore that you’re their father, that we’re still married, and that...” she hesitated, “...that I once loved you.” The admission hung in the air between them, fragile and uncertain. Alaric leaned forward slightly, his voice a gentle plea. “Then let me earn it. Let me show you that I can be the man you deserve. I don’t expect you to trust me overnight, but I’ll spend every day proving it to you.” Elona exhaled. “We’ll take it one step at a time.” A spark of hope ignited in Alaric’s g
“I missed both of your pregnancies. I wasn’t there when you needed me most. I let others dictate my life, let my pride get in the way.” His jaw clenched. “And because of that, I lost the woman who should have been my priority from the beginning.” Elona crossed her arms, her eyes filled with lingering pain. “You don’t just get to regret things now and expect everything to be okay. You should know that by now." “I know,” he admitted. “And I don’t expect forgiveness overnight. But I need you to know, Elona, that I regret it every single day. Every time I look at our children, I think about what I missed. I think about how you went through it all alone because I was too blind to see what truly mattered.” Elona bit her lip, fighting against the emotions rising inside her. It was rare to see Alaric this open, this vulnerable. But bitterness still lingered in her heart. “You always put business first, believed
The battle was won. The threats to Elona were gone. But for Alaric Royale, the war was far from over. As the chaos of the past weeks settled, silence became his enemy. It was in that silence that the heavy burden of his failures pressed down on him. He had conquered enemies, crushed empires, and outmaneuvered some of the most ruthless minds in the world. Yet, when it came to the one thing that truly mattered, his family, he had failed spectacularly. Alaric sat alone in his office, a crystal glass of whiskey untouched on his desk. The city skyline stretched before him, bright and alive, yet he felt nothing but emptiness. His fingers hovered over his phone. He had Elona’s number memorized, yet every time he thought of calling her, he hesitated. What could he say? I’m sorry? I regret everything? Please come back to me? None of it felt enough. He hadn’t just missed a few anniversaries or forgotten a birthday.
After the banquet’s revelations had settled, Alaric, Elona, and Master Fu gathered in the Guild’s war room, a dimly lit chamber filled with ancient scrolls, maps, and strategic plans. The room was filled with the scent of aged parchment and burning incense, a signature of Master Fu’s personal quarters.Seated at the head of the table, Master Fu steepled his fingers, his piercing eyes scanning the duo before him. “We need to discuss Gwen Mason.”Elona exhaled sharply, her expression darkening at the mention of the former queen consort of Country S. “She got away too easily,” she muttered.Alaric leaned back in his chair, his face unreadable but his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. “Even after the ICC took over, the Mason family pulled their strings, and now she walks free on ‘bail.’ It’s a mockery of justice.”Master Fu nodded gravely. “The ICC was never going to hold her accountable. The Mason family has deep connections, and the former king… well, let’s just say he w
Kian stood at the wide-open balcony of his guest bedroom at the Guild headquarters, his fingers curled tightly around the ornate railing. The cool night air did little to ease the storm raging inside him. He had spent his life running, from the truth, from himself, from the consequences of his choices. But tonight, he could no longer hide.Behind him, the grand doors creaked open, and light footsteps approached. Elona. He knew her presence before he even turned. “You wanted to see me?” she asked, her voice calm but distant.Kian inhaled deeply, steeling himself before facing her. She looked as poised as ever, her striking features illuminated by the moonlight, but there was something else, something he had put there. A wound, not of steel or poison, but of betrayal.“Elona…” he hesitated, his throat tightening. “There’s something I need to say. Something I should have said a long time ago.” She crossed her arms, waiting. “I’m listening.”His fingers clenched at his sides before he for
The following evening, the banquet hall of the Guild of Shadows was alive with activity. The grand space had been transformed into an elegant but fortified venue. Guards were positioned at key points, watching for any sign of trouble. Elite members of the guild mingled with the esteemed guests, their presence a reminder that tonight was not just a celebration, it was a test. And Elona was at the center of it all. At the head table sat Master Fu, his keen eyes observing the room, knowing that tonight was not just about celebration, it was about revelation. Elona sat beside him, her face calm and composed, but a storm brewed within. The triplets were at a smaller table nearby, excitedly whispering to one another, while Kian sat to her other side, his expression unreadable.Then, Alaric walked in. Dressed in a sharp black suit, exuding dominance, his icy blue eyes swept the hall before landing on Elona. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still between them. But before he could tak