Sebastian I saw the panicked expression on Delilah's face on our way home and couldn't help but worry. I had always wanted to have a big family, so having a triplet seemed like a dream come true, but Delilah must be terrified. "Sweetheart, it's going to be okay," I said and pulled her to my lap. "How can you look so calm after seeing that at the doctor's office? Three. We are having two boys and a girl, Sebastian, and that's two more kids we have to raise. So aren't you panicking?" Delilah grabbed my collar as if she was about to beat me up. "There's nothing to worry about. We are going to be just fine, you'll see." I kissed her hair and hugged her close to my chest. "You're only saying that because you're not thinking about all the dirty diapers you have to change. If you expect me to do that all by myself, you've got another thing coming, mister!" Delilah rested her head on me and closed her eyes. "This is all your fault because you won't stop coming inside me," she mumbled aga
Delilah I wanted to surprise Sebastian at his office. I haven't done that in a while. I had no desire to leave the house at all anymore. All I wanted to do now was sit at home and eat watermelons. I wondered how Sebastian would react. Would he be surprised? Or did Simon already tell him about the meeting? No, he wouldn't tell him since I told him to keep it between us. I took the elevator straight to his floor. His secretary Melanie saw me approaching and smiled. "Mrs. Stanley! It's good to see you again." "Please, just call me Delilah. Is Sebastian in his office?" I asked. Melanie nodded. "Yes, ma'am, but sir is in a meeting. He is almost done. Could you wait a moment?" she asked. I sat down on the couch in the waiting area and waited patiently. I was starting to feel sleepy. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. I should've gone straight home and napped. Who knows when I'd be able to sleep when the triplets are born, so I might as well sleep as much as possible now. "Miss. Stan..
Sebastian "Not this again," I grumbled and looked at the time. "What are you stressing about?" Delilah giggled. She was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching me pace back and forth, grumbling to myself. After we caught the rat, A new problem arose. Melanie had a family emergency, so I had no one to do her job. "Melanie had to go back to her home country in Russia, and now I have no one to take care of her work. She might not come back. I tried to hire a temp, but it seems we can't find someone qualified. "Sweetheart, it's going to be fine. Why don't you hire Charlie?" Delilah said. My eyes narrowed even more. "Charlie from the bookstore? That kid I hired?" "Yes, him. He seems bright and has experience with office work. What do you think?" I asked. "No, it's fine. He is a good kid," I said absent-mindedly and sat on the bed. I was calming down. She was right. Charlie could do a good job. I made a mental note to discuss the position with him later. "Just think about it, oka
Sebastian I am not okay. Everything is falling apart. Delilah's father suddenly passed away and now Delilah is in the emergency room, screaming in pain. The doctor told me the stress of losing her father must've put a strain on her pregnancy and caused complications. If things go wrong, we could lose the babies. It would tear me apart from the inside if something like that happened, and I knew Delilah wouldn't be able to take it, either. But I would rather save her life if it came down to it. I couldn't bear to lose the love of my life. I called Simon for moral support and asked Charlie to take care of the bookstore. "Is she okay?" Simon's voice behind me interrupted my thoughts, so I turned around to face my brother. "I don't know, Simon. They won't tell me anything. But, if something happened to her, I don't know what I would do," I said grimly. Simon placed his hand on my shoulder. "I am really sorry, Sebastian. And I'm sorry to hear about her father's death. I heard he was
Simon My heart skipped a beat when my assistant brought me the mail, and I saw what it was. It was an invitation to Jonathan's birthday party. I remember Jonathan. He is Olivia's brother. But why is he inviting me to his party? It wasn't like we were friends. I thought Jonathan hated me. Then again, Jonathan never acted like there was hostility between us the last time I saw him. It doesn't matter, I decided. Who cares about the reason behind it? What matters is that I was invited, and now I have the opportunity to see Olivia. Even though I couldn't tell her, I still loved her. She took me for granted and I wanted to punish her for it. But still...the chance to be near her is thrilling. I would never miss that chance. I called my secretary Diana and asked her to buy Jonathan a birthday present, but I didn't specify what. "What would you like me to buy, sir?" she asked. Shit...he didn't think about it at first, but now he was confused. What would Jonathan like? A Rolex? No.
DelilahSimon contacted me to update me on what he had found out about the woman in the picture. He had been working diligently ever since I asked him for this favor. This wasn't work-related, and he could've taken his time, but he wanted to get it done because it intrigued him. So he says. Much like me, he also wanted to know who this woman was.He had been keeping his findings to himself this whole time, as I was not ready to deal with anything other than grieving for my father's death. So he wanted to wait until I was better and more sound-minded.I called him and told him I was ready for a distraction, so here he was."What did you find out?" I asked. My eyes twinkled with excitement. Simon placed a blue folder in front of me and urged me to take a look. I opened it and went through some documents."Whoa, this was the place the picture was developed in! How the hell did you find out?" I was impressed. "Garden Valley, CA. Never heard of it.""It's a really small town with a popula
Simon I impatiently look at my phone. It was almost time for Jonathan's birthday party. I contacted Keira Blain, the woman in the picture shortly after meeting up with Delilah and Sebastian. I had a bad feeling about the woman and my intuition had always been right. I hope Sebastian doesn't get hurt over this. There must be a reason why she didn't look for her son. "Who is this?" Keira answered. Her voice sounds throaty as if she is a heavy smoker. "Mrs. Blain? This is Simon Stanley speaking." I hear her breathing on the other line. "Stanley? Haven't heard that name in a while. And it's Ms. Blain. I am not married." She sounds irritated, I thought. "My mistake. I believe you knew my father, Samuel Stanley?" "Yes, I know, Sam. We had some good times together back in the day," she cackled. I cringed. I really didn't want to know anything about my father's escapades with this woman. "What is that bastard up to? I hope happy with the fancy new woman he chose over me," she hissed
Simon "By the way, the flowers you sent?" Jonathan said, raising his eyebrows. "Yea? What about them?" I asked. I didn't remember sending flowers to Jonathan. My secretary must've done it. I finally settled down at the bar, and after guzzling down a glass of whiskey on the rocks, my nerves were calming down. "The flowers had daisies in them, and I am deathly allergic to daisies. So I spent an entire afternoon in the emergency room after I received them," Jonathan said. "Oh really," I murmur. I wasn't paying much attention to him as my eyes were glued to his sister. "That's it? You are just going to say, 'oh really?' after attempted murder? I could've died," Jonathan chuckled. "Oh shit, I am so sorry!" I exclaimed when I finally realized what Jonathan had said to me. "Don't worry about it." Jonathan smirked. I don't have the chance to say anything else as I see Olivia striding toward us. I smelled her perfume. She smelled sweet. "There you are. You are late," Jonathan said.
Emma It's my wedding day. I feel like I'm in a daze, floating in the cloud. I can't believe this is happening to me and I'm about to marry this amazing, gorgeous man of my dreams. Things can't get any better. I look at Sam, who is running around and giggling with some of the other kids in his house. He is wearing a tiny tuxedo and looks absolutely adorable. My heart swells with love and pride. I can't believe how fast he's grown up and how lucky I am to have him in my life. As I take a deep breath, I can feel the excitement and anticipation building up inside of me. I can't wait to walk down the aisle and see my husband-to-be waiting for me. "Sam, be careful! You will trip over the decorations!" Delilah scolded him, but he only giggled louder. Delilah couldn't help but crack a smile and look at me. "Ready for your big day?" she smirks. "I don't know," I giggle nervously. She raises an eyebrow. "You don't know? You're not getting cold feet, are you?" I shake my head frantically
Jonathan I go back to the building to check on Alaric. I made sure to have Ray send someone to kill the wasps ahead of time and give Alaric medical attention if needed before my arrival. Alaric is sitting on the chair with his face and body swollen, but he appears to be breathing. "I see you survived the wasps," I comment. "Fuck you," Alaric mumbles. "I came here to give you good news and bad news," I say. He looks at me with confusion. "What?" "The good news is that Emma and I are getting married, and Sam will officially become my son," I say. "Samuel is my son," Alaric barks. "Not anymore, he isn't. You will be waiving all rights as his biological dad," I say, putting the adoption paper on his lap. Alaric glares at me as he looks at the adoption paper. He doesn't say anything for a few moments. I watch as his expression turns angrier. "I don't want to give up my rights," he says. "It's not up to you anymore," I reply. "I've already talked to my lawyer, and everything is
JonathanHere I am at the abandoned building again, three days later. I kept my promise to Alaric and didn't show up until now, leaving him in the dark. I'm sure he is covered in his own piss and starving. The thought gives me comfort. "How was life in darkness, Alaric? It's not fun, is it?" I ask after taking the tape off of his mouth. There is no window down there, so Alaric wouldn't have known the difference between day and night. "Fuck you, asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Alaric barks. "I couldn't begin to tell you. Are you ready to confess yet?" I laugh. "Confess what? I didn't do anything!" Alaric shouts. "Ah, so we are still playing the game. Say, Alaric, are you hungry?" I ask and shake the Mcdonald's bag in my hand. "I am fucking starving, man. You left me here tied up for three days!" he says as if I don't know what I did already. I take the burger out and take a big bite. "Mmm...you know I have all the money in the world, and I can afford expensive f
Jonathan "Emma doesn't want the police involved," Sebastian says. "I see..." I say grimly, but I'm not surprised. "I don't blame her. They will ask her a lot of questions in court. It'll keep reminding her of her painful past." Sebastian nods. "There must be an alternative. I want that bastard Alaric to suffer, even if it's in an unconventional way." "Leave that to me. I'll take care of Alaric," I say with gritted teeth. Sebastian narrows his eyes. "Emma is my sister. I shouldn't put this all on you." I shake my head. "You don't understand, Sebastian. I'm taking this personally because I love Emma. She broke down in front of me and told me everything. I could see the pain in her eyes, and it broke me. I'll do anything for her, and I personally want to cause that piece of shit pain." "Alright. Just keep me updated. I have your back," Sebastian says. I nod, then head over to my meeting with someone really special who can help me with my plan. I know it's risky, but I'm willing t
Emma "Mommy! Where were you?" I smile as Sam runs toward me with his arms wide open. I pick him up in my arms, laughing. "Did you miss me?" I ask, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sam nods his head enthusiastically, burying his face in my shoulder. "Yes, mommy! I missed you so much!" he says, his voice muffled by my shirt. I hold him tight, feeling a surge of love for my little boy. "I missed you too, baby," I say, stroking his hair. "What did you do while I was gone?" "We played cars and watched cartoons!" he exclaims, his face lighting up. "That sounds like fun," I say, smiling. "Did you eat your lunch?" "Yes, I did!" Sam replies, grinning up at me. "Good job!" I say, giving him another kiss. "I'm so proud of you." Sam giggles, squirming in my arms. "Mommy put me down! I want to go get a snack. I'm hungry!" "Okay, okay," I say, lowering him to the ground. "Go get something to eat." I say, feeling my eyes well up with tears. I hope his happiness lasts forever. Sam looks be
Jonathan I feel anger surging through me, but I keep calm for Emma's sake. I need to keep my head clear so I can think of a plan to find that bastard Alaric. And when I do, I will rip both of his arms off. "What happened to him?" I had asked her, and she shook her head. "I don't know. He broke up with my mom after I got pregnant. Maybe he got scared," Emma told me. "And your mom? Did you ever tell her any of this?" I ask. Emma looks down at her hand. "I tried once, but she got mad and beat me. She said I was just making up lies to hide the fact that I got pregnant by some loser." I take a deep breath and try to push down the rage that's boiling inside me. Emma has been through enough already, and I need to stay focused on helping her. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring squeeze. "Listen, Emma. You did nothing wrong. Alaric is the one who should be ashamed of himself for what he did to you. And your mom... well, she clearly didn't handle the situati
Emma I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night, engulfed by his warmth. I feel his steady breath against my neck as I snuggle closer to him, appreciating the way his arms feel wrapped around me. It is as if I am cocooned in a bubble of safety. I trace my fingers over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing under my touch. It is a comforting rhythm. Why am I like this? Everything was perfect last night, he did everything right. He didn't push me into anything and showered me with warmth. And yet, I had my stupid panic attack and messed everything up. I touch his lips softly, careful not to wake him up. I can't believe I let my past get the best of me. I ruined the moment even though I wanted him to make love to me. I have to make things right, I think to myself, then climb on top of him to kiss him all over his body. And now he is awake, staring at me with those blue eyes, making me feel even more guilty about rejecting him last night. "Emma. You don't ha
Jonathan Fuck...maybe I am going too fast. The last thing I want is to scare her again by acting like a horny teenager. But she is not pushing me away. Instead, she took my hand in hers, still staring into my eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my head. I don't want to mess this up. I don't want to push her away or make her feel uncomfortable. The cool breeze hit us both, and I felt her shudder against my arms. "Shit, you're cold. Let's get you inside," I say. "Maybe you can give me a tour of your house." She smiles. "Sure," I say, smiling at her. "I'd be happy to show you around." I start with the living room, then the kitchen. Then we move upstairs. "The upstairs has three bedrooms and a small terrace," I tell her. Emma looks around in amazement. "It's such a beautiful house." she pauses before speaking again. "Where do you sleep?" "Usually in the master bedroom," I say, gesturing towards the door at the end of the hallway. "Can I see it?" sh
Emma I run my fingers over the delicate silk of the dress. I've never seen any dress so beautiful, let alone wearing it. "Go ahead and try it on," Delilah says and smiles encouragingly. But as I hold it in front of me in front of the mirror, I feel weird. "I don't know if this will suit me," I say. "Of course, it will. Put it on immediately," Delilah orders. I laugh at her enthusiasm and then go inside the bathroom to change. I slip into the dress, and I can feel the smooth, silky fabric slide against my skin. It's like nothing I've ever worn before, and I can't help but feel a bit nervous. Will I be able to pull it off? I take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom and into the dressing room. Delilah's eyes light up when she sees me. "Oh my goodness, you look stunning!" she exclaims. "That dress was made for you." I turn to the mirror and can hardly believe what I see. The dress fits me perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. The color brings out the warm