Elona turned around and called out to him, softly, "Alaric? Are you awake?" However, she got no response. She then checked his pulse and figured it must have been her mind playing tricks on her. What she did not know was that Alaric had indeed uttered her name but still in a vegetative state. It was his sheer willpower. He was in a dream and the comforting scent of Elona had enveloped him. However, a gale blew it away and the man in a secluded place roared, crying for the one woman who had such a calming scent. Elona.Elona adjusted the acupuncture needles one last time before stepping back. Her patient, Alaric Royale, remained motionless, his face serene yet haunting. His presence alone was suffocating. A silent reminder of a love that had turned to ashes. She busied herself collecting her tools, masking the unease creeping into her chest.Behind her, the soft click of the door opening made her freeze. She turned to see Senior Royale entering the room, his expression composed but hi
The soft murmur of the wind through the villa's open windows was the only sound that accompanied Elona as she prepared to give Alaric his daily sponge bath. The room smelled faintly of lavender and herbal infusions, a calming fragrance she had grown accustomed to in her days of quiet solitude in Country C.Her hands, steady and skilled after years of studying traditional medicine under Master Fu’s watchful eyes, worked with methodical precision. The sponge, damp and warm, glided over Alaric’s pale skin, a striking contrast to the healthy, vibrant man he once was. His dark, unshaven jawline, his high cheekbones. Features that once drew her in, even when his heart was as cold as the marble floors beneath her, now seemed almost cruel to her.Each time she gazed at his sleeping form, she couldn’t help but see the traces of their children—of the triplets. Allie, with her dark hair and sharp, intelligent eyes; Artie, with his broad shoulders and boyish grin; and Arlyle, who had inherited hi
The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long, flickering shadows against the walls of the villa’s private intensive care unit. It was quiet, save for the soft ticking of a wall clock, each second dragging by like a slow beat of an indifferent drum. Elona sat in the armchair beside Alaric’s bed, her posture weary but her gaze unwavering. She had already bathed him, adjusted the linen, and seen to the herbs that Master Fu had prescribed for his treatment. But it wasn’t the task that weighed on her now. It was the quiet ache inside her. A deep, unspoken frustration she couldn’t escape.She reached for the water pitcher on the bedside table and poured herself a glass, the gentle clink of the crystal against the glass the only sound in the room. The rhythmic sound of the liquid filling the glass seemed to accentuate the silence between them.Alaric’s once sharp, defiant features were now eerily still. His face, the jawline she’d once traced with her fingertips, the lips that had kissed h
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Elona stood by the window, her arms crossed over her chest as she gazed out at the sprawling garden outside. The villa was beautiful, a place of serene luxury, but inside, it felt like the walls were closing in. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, with the weight of her memories, her dreams, and the complexities of her heart.The triplets were with Master Fu, and for the first time in a long while, Elona had a moment of quiet solitude. It was during moments like this, when the silence enveloped her, that the truth of her situation hit the hardest. Here she was, tending to Alaric, her betrayer, her former love and yet her heart was divided. There were the children, her flesh and blood, her greatest joy and reason for living. But there was also him. Alaric. The father of her children. The man who had shattered her world and yet, in some inexplicable way, still held a part of her heart.She
Elona stood in the doorway of Alaric’s room, her hand resting lightly on the frame, as she watched the stillness of his form. Her breath hitched, and a strange ache settled deep in her chest. Every day, she’d hoped for some sign. A flicker in his eyelids, a twitch of his fingers but each day, Alaric remained the same: lifeless, unmoving. Yet the quiet whispers of hope she allowed herself to entertain were becoming harder to dismiss.The sound of footsteps echoed behind her, breaking the stillness. She turned to find Master Fu, his gentle eyes watching her with a mixture of concern and understanding. He had been an unwavering presence in her life since the moment she had arrived in Country C, and now, here he was, offering the wisdom that had guided her for so long. But today, his demeanor was more serious than usual.“Elona,” Master Fu began softly, his voice a calming balm to her frayed nerves. “I’ve been hearing your words. I know you’ve been speaking to him.” Elona nodded, but did
Elona hadn’t realized how much time had passed until she looked up at the clock on the wall. The hands seemed to mock her, showing the late hour. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to leave. She had told herself countless times that she was here only to fulfill her duty as Alaric’s doctor. But as the days stretched into weeks, and then into months, the line between duty and lingering affection blurred. It wasn’t just the triplets that kept her here. It was him.Her fingers rested lightly on the side of his bed as she whispered her nightly words to him, words she no longer tried to restrain. Words that poured from her heart, words she had locked away for years.“I still love you, Alaric,” she whispered softly, her voice trembling with the truth she had buried for so long. “Even when you don’t deserve it, I still love you.”Her hands lingered at the edge of his blankets, her gaze falling on his handsome face. It was the face of the man who had once broken her heart, the man who had cast h
Harley’s heart raced as her heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floors of the Royale estate. She had finally arrived. Her eyes, wide with excitement and anticipation, darted to the door at the end of the hall. Her plan was simple: get to Alaric’s side, take advantage of his vulnerable state, and, if necessary, make sure she cemented her place in his life once and for all.She had been calculating, strategic. She knew the rules. Even in a vegetative state, Alaric could still father a child. And if she could carry his heir, there would be no denying her rightful place in the Royale family. She could step into the position she’d been trying to carve out for herself, and no one would question her anymore.But as she stepped closer to the room where Alaric lay in a coma, her gaze flickered to the doorway of a nearby room, where laughter and giggles echoed through the corridor. She paused, her curiosity piqued. It wasn’t just the sound of children, it was the sound of children
Harley’s heels clicked louder as she stormed down the grand hallway of the Royale villa, her fingers trembling with a mixture of fury and desperation. The bitterness in her chest festered like an open wound, consuming her from the inside out. Elona had won. That thought gnawed at her. Four years ago, she had been the one on top, Alaric’s fiancee, the one he trusted. And now? Now, it was Elona who stood at the center of his world.The image of Elona, poised and confident, holding her children close while tending to a helpless Alaric, played over and over in Harley’s mind like a mocking replay. How had she done it? How had Elona turned everything around so seamlessly? She was considered a divine doctor at twenty-five. She had healed the sick, cured the impossible, and here Harley was, still trapped in the same old schemes, the same old failures. She didn’t deserve it.Harley’s hands balled into fists at her sides as she exited the villa and stepped into the cold night air. The childre
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