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
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
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 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