Sky's P.O.V.I slowly regain consciousness, blinking against the harsh lights above me. My body feels heavy and sore.Fuck! I feel like my head is about to explode.I notice the faces of Alex and Selena hovering above me, relief visible in their eyes. But my eyes search for the woman with the bangs. My Trouble. Where is she?"Hey, man." Alex gives me a gentle smile. "You scared the hell out of us. I'm glad you're alright."I give him a faint smile, but my eyes dart around the room, desperately looking for Zoe. I need to see her, to tell her I'm okay, to hold her hand and feel her warmth. I can't even imagine what she must have gone through when she found out about my accident. It must have been so hard for her.But where the hell is she? She should be here. I hope she's alright.Before I can ask about her, my dad enters the room, his eyes filled with concern and love. He steps closer to my bed. "Sky, thank God you're alright.""Yeah, Dad. I'm okay." I murmur, passing him a small smile
Zoe's P.O.V.As I enter Sky's penthouse, the place we've made our home over the past month and a half, fresh tears trickle down my cheeks. Every corner of the apartment is filled with memories of us.I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him here, but deep inside, I knew that happiness wasn't written in my cards. God would take Sky away from me, just as I lost my family. I was certain that destiny would play this cruel trick on me.As I step into the living room, I picture Sky chasing me because I stole the last piece of pizza. "Trouble, we had a deal to split this last piece," I recall him saying. I replied, "I don't remember any such deal." His laughter echoes in my mind—a sound I desperately long to hear again.As I walk into the dining area, I see myself sitting on his lap, giggling while he feeds me, teasing me."Sky, stop it! I can feed myself." I laughed, trying to grab the fork from him. "But you're such a messy eater," Sky teased, holding the fork just out of my reach
Zoe's P.O.V.Selena's voice echoes through the penthouse. "Zoe?"So it's Selena. Sky must have sent her to check on me. I shouldn't have left so hurriedly. Now she won't let me go. But I've made up my mind, and it won't change.Grasping the handle of my suitcase, I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. As I wipe my tears, Selena comes toward me, her eyes filled with concern."Zoe, what the hell are you doing?" Selena asks, her gaze shifting to the packed bag beside me. "You're not seriously thinking of leaving, are you?"I avert my eyes, can't able to meet her gaze. "Selena, you already know it's for the best. Sky will be better off without me.""No, he won't," she insists, stepping closer. "Zoe, you're thinking wrong. Sky needs you. He loves you more than anything. It's not right. You can't let your fear destroy everything."I can't hold back my tears any longer. "Selena, you don't understand. Everyone I love leaves me. My parents, my brother, my grandmother... they all died.
Sky's P.O.V."Alex, I'm feeling so helpless, lying injured here. I need to find Zoe. I don't know what state she's in or where she could be. She could get into any kind of trouble. I want to be with her," I express my concern to Alex. It's been twenty hours since Selena told me that Zoe left the penthouse after locking her in. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard this.When Selena told me that Zoe wasn't in the right state of mind and was constantly blaming herself for my condition, I wished I could be there with her to explain that she shouldn't run away like this. She shouldn't leave me because of her fear. She's thinking completely wrong.Fuck! I'm already missing her. My life becomes dull when she's not around me.I run a hand through my hair, aggravated. "Zoe's always been the light in my life. Everything feels so dull and empty without her here.""I know, man. But we'll find her. Don't worry," Alex reassures me, standing beside my bed."I just wish I could get up and search f
Sky's P.O.V.A Week LaterI enter our penthouse with a broken heart, my hand still in a plaster. It's been a week, and I still have no clue where my Trouble is or how she's doing. Her phone has been switched off since she left, and when we traced her number, the last location it showed was our penthouse.She didn't just leave me; she left everything behind to save me. Her studies, her apartment, her friends—everything she built for herself. It's like she disappeared into thin air.The doctors still weren't ready to discharge me, but I begged them. I need to find Zoe. I was going crazy lying in the hospital bed, not knowing where she was.God! Please keep her safe. Please.The penthouse feels so empty without her, and every corner reminds me of her.As I look at the sofa, I recall how she was jumping on it with excitement like a kid two weeks ago when I told her we would go on vacation after our exams.FlashbackAs she bounced on the sofa, I cautioned her, "Trouble, careful. You'll fal
Zoe's P.O.V.It's been a week of hell since I left New York and came to Ibiza. I have no clue how Sky is. Is he recovering well after the accident? Is he okay?God! I wish I didn't have to leave him like that.I don't know how I'm going to survive here, all alone, without him. Living without him is worse than anything I could have imagined. Every moment feels like an eternity. I'm haunted by the memory of his face, his voice, his touch. Every fibre of my body, my soul, is yearning for him.However, I have to live without him. I can't put Sky's life at risk because of me. With time, I'll grow accustomed to living like this. I have to accept that living alone is my fate.I wander down the streets of Ibiza, lost in thoughts and memories of Sky. A loud honk jolts me back to reality. I freeze—a car is speeding toward me. But before I can react, someone yanks me back onto the sidewalk.I turn to see a woman about my age, looking at me with concern in her amber eyes. "Hey, where were you los
Zoe's P.O.V.I regain consciousness and find myself in a dark basement. My head throbs with pain, and I try to make sense of my surroundings.Where am I? How did I get here?As I wonder, I recall opening the villa's door, shocked to see a few men standing there. Before I could ask anything, one of them hit me with the end of a gun on my forehead, and I blacked out instantly.I struggle to sit up, my hands trembling in fear. The air is damp and musty, and I can hear the distant sound of water dripping. I can't see much, but I can feel the cold, hard floor beneath me. I'm afraid. The darkness around me is terrifying.Why would anyone do this to me? Who are these men? What do they want? I don't even know anybody in Ibiza.I walk over to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I press my ear against it, trying to hear any sounds from the other side, but all I get is silence.The fear is making my entire body shiver, but I know I have to find a way out and stay strong, even though I don't
Sky's P.O.V. I sit in the waiting area, distraught. I don't understand what is happening in my life. First Zoe, now my father. I feel like my mind is about to explode. The minutes feel like hours as I wait for news about my father. My heart is pounding, and I can't stop my hands from trembling. Finally, the doctor emerges from the double doors. I rush over to him. "Doctor, how is he? Is he okay?" The doctor's expression is serious but calm. "Your father had a heart attack. We were able to stabilize him, but he needs rest and must be kept away from stress. You can see him now, but try not to upset him." I enter my father's room and see him lying there, looking pale and fragile. As I approach him, he whispers weakly, "Sky," reaching out for my hand. I take it and squeeze it gently. "Dad, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He shakes his head slightly. "It's not your fault, son. But please, listen to me. You need to come back to New York. You can't keep living l
Alex’s P.O.V. Six Months Later We’re on holiday with our little daughters, Ella and Lexi. Their names are inspired by ours—Ella, taken from Stella’s name, with her golden eyes resembling her mommy’s, and Lexi, from mine, with hazel eyes just like mine. Honestly, it feels like it was just yesterday when I held them in my arms for the first time. They’re growing up so fast that sometimes I feel like pausing the time and cherishing every little moment. Sitting on the sand by the beach, Ella and Lexi laugh in unison as their mother dances crazily in front of them to make them smile, giving me the perfect moment to capture their photo. They look adorable, as always, in their matching onesies and white caps. My little flowers. And their mother, my flower—she isn’t any less stunning. The way she moves with no care in the world and her laughter rings out over the sound of the waves is mesmerising. She is dressed up in a white summer dress, and her hair sways in the breeze, adding to her b
Stella’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterIt’s the last month of my pregnancy, and Alex is massaging my feet. My stomach has grown so much from carrying twins that it has become hard to handle. Every movement feels like an effort. This month is getting so difficult, but I try to remind myself it’ll be worth it when I finally meet our mini-versions.Alex looks up at me, concern etched in his features as he kneads the arch of my foot. “You okay, Flower? You’ve been so quiet.”I let out a sigh, leaning back against the pillows as I close my eyes for a moment. “It’s just... everything feels so heavy now, Alex. I feel like I’m going to burst sometimes.”He pauses before lifting my foot to give it a soft kiss. “You’re doing amazing, Stella. Just a little longer and we’ll have our mini versions here. And then I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”I’m exhausted, but hearing him say that makes everything feel a little easier. “You know I’m so lucky to have you.” I give him a smile.He slides h
Stella’s P.O.V.I’m going for shopping with Zoe. We sit in the backseat, resting our hands on our baby bumps. It was our choice to marry on the same day, but it was God’s choice to make us pregnant together. But I’m loving it. Getting pregnant with your bestie is another kind of fun.We laugh as we compare cravings, complain about swollen feet, and talk about our husbands, who bear our mood swings without a single complaint.“You know,” I say between laughs, “my babies only get active when Alex kisses me or when we…” I pause with a smirk, lowering my voice, “You know… when we have sex.”Zoe rolls her eyes. “Lucky you! My baby stays active all the time. I feel them moving all day long.” She rubs her belly with an exaggerated sigh. “And guess what? They’re active even now.”I chuckle, shaking my head. “Well, they’re definitely taking after their mommy—always energetic and never sitting still.”Zoe narrows her eyes in horror and turns her attention to her bump, caressing it. “No, no, lit
Alex’s P.O.V.As I step into the room through the glass door, holding my pregnant wife in my arms, the curtains flutter in the breeze, making the atmosphere even more beautiful and intense. Our eyes filled with desire are fixed on each other.I lay her down gently on the bed and stand in front of her before pulling off my shirt. Her gaze grows darker as she watches me, biting her lips in anticipation.As I climb above her, placing my hands on either side of her, her fingers trace my bare chest. “Still can’t believe it—you’re my husband. So damn perfect and hot.”“This hot and perfect man is all yours, Flower.” As I tug the blue ribbon from her hair, her hair tumbles loose, framing her face. She lies beneath me, looking absolutely stunning with a smile on her face.“Yes, mine.” Her eyes glint as her hands slide down to my jeans. When her hand slips inside and squeezes me over my boxers, a groan escapes my throat.“Fuck, Stella.” I clutch the ribbon in my hand as she boldly takes the le
Alex’s P.O.V.A Few Years LaterStella and I walk hand in hand along the beach, the gentle waves brushing against our feet.I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s glowing, looking more beautiful than ever. It’s not just the warm sunlight or the way her hair dances in the breeze—it’s the life growing inside her. Not one, but two mini versions of us, created from our love. She’s wearing a simple white crop top paired with a long blue skirt, but she looks ethereal.“You’re staring again,” she says with a smile, her free hand resting on her bare, rounded belly.I grin, shaking my head. “What can I do, Stella? Even before your pregnancy, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But now…” I glance at her baby bump as I add, “now you’re even more breathtaking. This glow, this beauty—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”As she looks down at her belly, her smile fades slightly. “And here I feel like crying most days because nothing fits me anymore. Not a single piece of clothing!” She pouts at me.I sto
Stella’s P.O.V.A Few Months LaterThe church is adorned with white roses and golden lights. Alex and I walk down the aisle, arm in arm, to take our seats. Mom is standing at the altar with Henry, their hands clasped together, their love for each other visible at every glance.In the past few months, Henry has proven just how much he loves my mother, and he’s shown us that he’s nothing like her past two husbands. I’ve seen how happy she is these days—how he makes her feel safe and cherished, just like Alex does for me. I’m truly glad that Mom has finally found a life partner who will always treat her with the love and care she deserves.Alex and I settle in the front row, sitting next to Henry’s sons, Sebastian and Xavier. They greet us with polite smiles.I fix my eyes on the altar, and tears of joy gather in my eyes as I watch her. I’ve never seen her look so full of hope and happiness. Please God, always keep her happy like this.Alex notices and leans closer, brushing his fingers
Stella’s P.O.V.Dinner with Mom feels different tonight. There’s an energy about her—a spark in her eyes I haven’t seen in years.As we sit around the table, eating the pasta she made, she clears her throat. I glance up and catch the slight nervousness in her expression.“There’s something I’ve been thinking to tell you both,” she finally speak up, her eyes swaying between me and Alex.I pause, my fork midway to my mouth. “Mom, what is it?”She sets her fork down and looks at me with a smile. “About a month ago, I reconnected with someone from my past… my college sweetheart.”My fork clatters onto my plate as I sit up straighter. “Your college sweetheart?”Mom nods, her cheeks tinged with a blush. “Yes. His name is Henry. We had to separate because my parents forced me to marry your father. But now…” She pauses, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. “Now we’ve found each other again. He’s single, I’m single, and… we’ve been spending time together. It’s been wonderful.”I glance at
Alex’s P.O.V.Three Months LaterI’ve been healing gradually from the truth I discovered about my father three months ago.I’m certain I would’ve completely lost myself if Stella hadn’t been there for me during this time. She helped me find myself again and stood strong, even though I know she herself was healing from the trauma of taking someone’s life.Her mother protected Stella by ensuring her name didn’t come up during the police investigation. She lied, claiming that she hit my father in self-defence, which ultimately led to his death.Even though he was a monster, it’s been hard for Stella to accept that she killed someone. But during this time, we’ve become each other’s strength.We’re now living in an apartment I bought near our college. All of my father’s properties were in my name, but I donated them to charity. I didn’t want to keep anything that belonged to that man. However, I kept the beach house because it’s close to my heart. That place has always given me some kind o
Alex’s P.O.V.“I love you more, Alex.”These words are like a lifeline, pulling me out of the storm I’ve been drowning in. I can hardly believe my ears. For so long, I’ve waited to hear those words from her lips.Suddenly, all my pain disappears, and the only thing I feel is immense satisfaction. Stella’s confession means so much to me. It means she is finally ready to give me her heart completely. She trusts me. She is giving love a second chance.I stop walking, frozen in the moment. All the darkness, the guilt, the fear—it’s still there, but her words make it bearable.I glance down at her in my arms. Did she really say it? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?Carefully, I lower her to the soft sand near the water, the waves lapping gently at the shore, their sound as peaceful as always.I cup her face in my hands, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs. “Say it again, Please, Stella. Say it again.” I request, fixing my eyes on her.Her eyes are filled with immense affection, and she sm