After putting the twins to sleep, we gently place them in the crib. Then, we lie in the bed, embracing each other.A thought crosses my mind, and I apologise, breaking the peaceful silence. “Grace, I’m sorry.”She lifts her head from my chest and looks at me, narrowing her brows in confusion. “Huh?”“Grace, I just remembered how I once locked you in the bathroom for the entire day after you shouted at the servant.” I gaze at her with guilt in my eyes. “I should have understood you, but I always blamed you.”I can’t shake off the image of her in such a terrible state this morning. It’s making me regret my past actions even more. I wish I had inquired about why she was being so harsh with the servants and why she was so emotionless.“Steve, there’s no need to feel sorry. Your reaction was justified because you didn’t know what I was going through.” Stroking my stubble, she continues, “That day, I didn’t just misbehave. I threw a cup of coffee at him. I deserved the punishment you gave m
One Month LaterWith each passing day, I’m healing more and more with Steve’s love. This time, I’m growing stronger and more courageous than ever before because of his love. I’m not alone this time, and I know that if I ever falter, he’ll be there for me.He also helped me understand that being weak is not a flaw; it’s just a sign that we’re all human. It’s a moment to lean on the strength of those who care about us.Deep inside, I’m still frightened because one of the bastards who tried to rape me is still roaming free, and he can attack me or my family again at any time. However, I’m taking self-defence classes, so if he ever comes in front of me, I won’t let him lay a finger on me. I’ll kill him.Steve’s father has stopped taunting me since he learned about my past. However, he still isn’t ready to forgive me wholeheartedly.Twins are now two months old, and they’re becoming chubby bundles of joy. Evan is always reaching out to touch everything within his tiny grasp, and Giana’s cu
Steve’s P.O.V.“Oh, the suspense is killing me! Where are you taking me, Steve? I can’t wait!” I can feel the excitement in Grace’s voice as I guide her down the corridor, covering her eyes with a black blindfold. Ever since she came back into my life, I’ve been planning this surprise. Can’t wait to see her reaction!Since the beginning, I’ve always had this plan in mind: to shower the woman I love with endless happiness. And now, I’m making it a reality by bringing profound joy into my wife’s life.“It won’t be much of a surprise if I spill the beans, will it?” I tease, wrapping my arm around her waist to guide her steps. The warmth of her body against mine sends a thrill through me.As we walk, I steal glances at her, admiring the way her face lights up with every step. Grace has been through so much, and she deserves every bit of happiness I can give her.As we enter a room, I stand behind her. “Okay, Wifey, prepare to be amazed,” I utter before taking off her blindfold, more excit
Grace’s P.O.V. Blessed! Having Steve in my life is absolutely a blessing. I still can’t believe he went ahead and made a studio for me. He’s truly a gem! How did I get so lucky to have him? There have been times before when I’ve thought about getting back to work, but I never found the courage to do it. Now, with Steve by my side, I feel encouraged to pursue my passion again. As I play with my two-month-old twins, I miss my husband. After our sex marathon in the studio, he left me craving for more. Yes, I’m still yearning for him, despite feeling so sore. Today, he gave me exactly what I asked for, and even more. Just thinking about it gets me wet all over again. Fuck! I can never get enough of my husband. I glance at the time on my phone, counting down the minutes until he’s back in my arms. Each passing second feels like an eternity, but I know it’ll be worth the wait. As I watch my babies coo and gurgle on the bed, I smile at their innocence. I gently pull their chubby chee
Grace’s P.O.V.It’s been a few days since Steve has been forcing me to do a live chat on Instagram, but I have been delaying it. Finally, today I’ve decided to do this. I settle down on the sofa, setting the phone on the tripod in front of me.Steve takes my hand in his and squeezes it slightly. “You can do this, Wifey. Don’t be nervous. Your followers will accept you with open arms. Trust me.” As he reassures me, I smile at him before resting my head on his chest, silently thanking him for supporting me.After kissing my hair, he stands up. “Now Wifey, you go live. I’m just coming after taking a quick shower.” As I nod, he leans in and kisses my lips. “All the best, Wifey. I know you’re going to rock it like always.”I smile at him before turning my attention towards my phone as he leaves to take the shower.“You can do this, Grace. It’s just a live chat. Just be yourself.” I murmur to myself and take a deep breath before finally tapping on the phone screen.Three, two, one, and I’m
Steve leans in closer to the camera, his eyes filled with honesty. “Hey, everyone. I just wanted to express how fortunate I am to have Grace by my side.”I smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. He’ll certainly bring tears of joy into my eyes.“Guys, I think that’s enough for today. I’ll catch you in the next live session.” I hurriedly end the Instagram live because my man is driving me crazy with his unlimited love.As soon as I finish, I jump into Steve’s lap, startling him. I pepper his face with kisses, unable to contain my happiness.“Fuck! Steve.” I give him a tight hug. “It’s hard to believe you’re the same person who was so hesitant to even show a glimpse of yourself to my followers.”“Back then, it used to frustrate me that you weren’t true to your followers.” He replies, his voice filled with affection, and his hand clasps my chin. “But now I’m here with you always because you’re genuine, my wifey.”One day, this man will kill me with his love, for sur
Steve’s P.O.V. Two Months Later It’s been four months now since Grace has returned to my life and the twins’ arrival. Time passes quickly, yet every moment feels like a precious gift. Despite the sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than by Grace’s side. We have never been happier. Our relationship has grown stronger with each passing day, and I fall more in love with her with every smile, every laugh, and every tender and passionate moment we share. I have never asked more than this from God—to have Grace back in my life, to have our beautiful twins, and to experience the joy and fulfilment of family life. Grace and I are sitting in the car backseat, on our way to her first photoshoot after her one-year break. The photo shoot is for my company’s product because now she is the brand ambassador. I catch her stealing glances at her reflection in the car window. Her fingers tap anxiously on her lap. “Are you okay, Grace?” I ask, gently br
Without a second thought, I stride towards her, taking off my sunglasses. I reach her just as the photographer is about to take another shot, and I don’t wait a single second to grab her waist and yank her to me, leaving everyone in shock. The look of surprise on Grace’s face is quickly replaced by one of pure desire as our lips meet in a searing kiss. “I just wanted to show them whom you belong to, Wifey,” I whisper huskily against her lips, my hands clutching her waist possessively. Grace’s response is a soft, breathy murmur that sends shivers down my spine. “That’s hot. I like it when you act all possessive, husband.” She smirks, her eyes smouldering with desire as she leans in to capture my lips in another heated kiss. A low moan escapes her lips as I bite her lower lip, and her fingers tangle in my hair as the passion between us ignites. This is where she belongs, in my arms, and I’ll do whatever it takes to remind everyone of that fact. As I return to my spot against the t
Grace’s P.O.V. A Few Days Later “You know, if you don’t want to, we can go back home,” Steve whispers, entangling my pinky with his, sitting in the driver’s seat beside me. Twins settle in the car backseats, engrossed in each other. We’re visiting Jace and Zara’s house for dinner. Zara had been urging us to meet her for more than a year because she wanted to apologise, but I wasn’t ready for it. Although she has been mentally stable and adopted a baby girl a year ago, I was still scared that she might try to take Giana away from me again. However, now I’m ready to give her a second chance because I can’t keep Steve away from his best friend forever. I smile softly at Steve’s concern, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “No, I want to do this. It’s time for us to move forward, Steve. Zara deserves a chance to make amends, and Jace is your best friend. We can’t avoid them forever.” “Thank you, Love. I’m glad that you’re ready to do this for me.” He lifts my hand and places a sof
Steve’s P.O.V. Two Years Later “Look here, my little angels.” Grace’s voice catches Evan, Giana, and my attention, and we look at her. I brush Giana’s long brown hair as she sits on my lap, absorbed in playing with her doll. Evan stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, while Grace diligently works on her daily blog with the same enthusiasm as every day. “Mama…” Evan walks over to Grace and jumps into her arms. She giggles, kissing his cheek before turning the camera towards them. “Say hi to my followers, Evan.” “Hi, Mama’s followers.” Evan waves at the camera, beaming. “Keep showering love on her because she is pretty and the best mama.” “Aww… my baby. You are Mama’s best son.” Grace chuckles at Evan’s sweet words, her eyes shimmering with love as she holds him close. “Mama, I’m also your best son.” Giana pouts at them, causing us to laugh. “Princess, Evan is our best son, and you are our best daughter,” I explain, tucking her hair with the unicorn hairpin. She l
After our passionate encounter, we relax in the bathtub, both of us panting. I sit nestled between his legs, my head resting on his chest, my back against his front, his hands encircling my chest while his fingers tease my nipples. “How are you feeling now?” I ask him, breaking the peaceful silence. “Out of the world.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And credit goes to you, my love.” He licks my earlobe. “You know very well how to distract your husband.” Making circles around my nipples with his fingers, he bites my earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from my mouth. I’m so sore, yet I’m again aroused. Fuck! “Now if you’re feeling out of the world, husband, spill it out,” I ask him in a serious tone, pushing away my sexual arousal to the side for a moment. “Huh?” “What was bothering you?” Upon hearing my words, his body stiffens behind me and his fingers stop moving. “Tell me.” I urge, clasping his hands. “I got to know about the kidnapper of our daughter
Grace’s P.O.V. Twins are sleeping in their nursery, and I stand in front of the mirror, wiping off my makeup after a photoshoot. Closing my eyes as I spray the toner, I feel warm arms wrapping around me. I don’t need to open my eyes to know who is it because I have already recognised the touch. It’s my man. My husband. Steve. He buries his face in my neck, tightening his grip around my waist. My brows furrow in worry because he seems tense. I can feel it. I immediately open my eyes and meet his gaze through the mirror. “Are you alright, baby?” He looks back at me in the mirror, moving away from me. “I’m fine. Just work stress. Need a warm bath.” He hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door. I’ve never seen him so stressed about work before. I’m certain there’s something else bothering him. And I know very well how to get him to open up and relax. A mischievous glint appears in my eyes as I ponder my plan. I pull off my dress in a jiffy before entering the bathroom. S
Jace’s P.O.V. I can no longer conceal the truth from Steve, the truth that has shattered my life. Perhaps he understands and doesn’t take any action. "I didn’t do this," I finally speak up. “What? Then what the bracelet—” “Zara did this.” As I reveal, his grip on my collar loosens and his expression shifts to one of confusion. “So you were protecting her?” He asks, walking towards my room. “Where is she?” "Steve, I can explain," I plead, grabbing his arm to stop him. He pushes me away, seething in anger. “You can’t protect her anymore, Jace,” he yells. “She committed a crime.” “Steve, please listen to me.” He is about to take a step towards my room, but stops, listening to my words. “Zara isn’t fine.” “What do you mean?” Steve turns towards me, his brows narrowed in confusion. It's time for me to lay bare the truth, to reveal the pain and struggles that Zara has been facing. Only then can Steve truly understand the situation. “Zara was pregnant with a baby girl al
“She’s alright, Steve,” Grace murmurs, resting her head on my shoulder. “The doctor has confirmed it.” “I know, but I still can’t stop myself from worrying about her. She was away from us for a month, Grace,” I respond, constantly checking Giana’s forehead, hand, and every inch of her body to make sure that she isn’t hurt. Grace and I sit on the bed, Giana nestled in my lap, while Evan sleeps nearby. It’s been hours since we reunited with our daughter. It feels surreal, almost too good to be true. How did Giana end up here, alone and unharmed? And why did the kidnapper choose to return her now, after all this time? Grace brushes a stray lock of hair away from Giana’s forehead. “I understand, Steve. It’s been a harrowing ordeal for all of us, but the important thing is that she’s back now, safe and sound.” “I just can’t help but think something isn’t right,” I respond, my gaze fixed on Giana’s peaceful face as she sleeps soundly in my lap. “Why would the kidnapper leave her at o
Two weeks later, Evan is peacefully sleeping, lying on my chest, while I’m lost in my little daughter’s precious memories. I miss the way she used to kick her tiny legs while I converse with her and the way her innocent blue eyes look at me. Will I ever be able to experience this again? Grace is seated on the sofa and engrossed in seeing our family photo album, tears trickling down her cheeks. It hurts to see her so upset. One month has passed since Giana went missing, and each day feels like an eternity without her. Despite our best efforts and tireless searching, there’s been no sign of our daughter. We’ve followed every lead, contacted every authority, and appealed to the public for help, but Giana is still nowhere to be found. It’s like she’s vanished into thin air, swallowed by the darkness. Evan continues to search for his sister, calling out her name with hope and sadness that tears our souls. We do our best to reassure him, promising that Giana will come back soon, bu
Steve’s P.O.V. Grace and I are returning home after our unsuccessful mission. She’s fallen asleep, her head resting on my chest, silent tears slipping from her closed eyes. I hold her closer, my gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window. Today, she fought like a warrior to get back our daughter, but fate had other plans for us. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the monster was playing mind games with us. He hadn’t actually kidnapped our daughter; he was merely toying with our emotions to get to Grace. A part of me wanted Grace to kill him on the spot, but it wasn’t enough. I want that bastard to suffer every day until his last breath for the pain he inflicted on my wife over the years. His actions have left scars on her soul that may never fully heal. And today, he committed one more sin by lying to us and making us feel vulnerable. When he demanded Grace to strip before him, I nearly lost control, ready to storm in and beat the life out of him. But
As I park my car outside the under-construction building, my heart thumps with fright, and my breath becomes heavy. I’m about to confront my childhood nightmare once again, and I pray I don’t falter. Breath in. Breath out. You’re strong, and you know that, Grace. You’re no longer the weak girl. Now you have the strength to face monsters like him. After encouraging myself, I step out of the car, taking a deep breath. The cold air sends shivers down my spine as I approach the building. With every step, my heart pounds in my chest. But I can’t let fear consume me. I’m not the scared child I once was. I have grown stronger, braver, and more resilient. Today, I’m not just fighting for myself; I’m fighting for my daughter, my family, for everything that matters to me. As I step inside, finally, I come face to face with the man who stole my daughter from me and has haunted my nightmares for years. He sits on the sofa, puffing on his cigarette. As his gaze falls on me, his lips cur