Sky's P.O.V."Fine, I'll stay with you at your apartment as a friend. I won't cross any boundaries, I promise. But I need to be there for you. You've been through so much, and I can't let you face it alone, Trouble. Please let me stay with you."I'm certain we can't return to being just friends when I know how her lips taste, how tight she feels when I'm inside her, and how it feels to lie naked, holding her in my arms. But if being friends is the only way I can stay close to her right now, then I'll take it. I can't stand the thought of her being alone after everything she's been through. The nightmares, the fear—she shouldn't have to face that on her own.I also know that with time, she'll accept our relationship. Until then, I'll help her overcome her deep-rooted fear of losing the people who come close to her."Okay, you can stay at my apartment." As she agrees, I sigh in relief, closing my eyes. "But only for a week."I just nod at her in response, glad that at least she's lettin
Zoe’s P.O.V.“I’m glad you’re back with Sky.” Selena smiles at me.My lips draw down. “Selena, we’re not back together yet. Not properly.”Her brows narrow in confusion. “Zoe, what do you mean you’re not back together properly? You’re with him now, aren’t you?”I take a deep breath. “I’m with him, but only as a friend. Selena, I just… I’m terrified. I love Sky, but I can’t live every day with the fear that I’ll lose him. It’s too much. I’ve already lost so much, and I don’t think I can survive losing him as well.”I explain myself to her, fiddling with my pendant. Deep inside, I know it’s irrational, but I truly can’t live every day worrying about Sky, and I also can’t keep myself away from him any longer. I’m relieved that Sky accepted my decision without argument. To be honest, I’m falling for Sky even more deeply now because of the way he isn’t giving up on us.Despite being shattered by my condition and the revelation about his father’s involvement, he remains strong, as always. S
Sky’s P.O.V.“Sky, I can’t believe you were just about to have your father arrested—”“Don’t,” I cut him off. “Just don’t call yourself my father. You’ve lost that right. And you should be grateful you’re standing alive in front of me.”I see the flicker of fear in his eyes. He knows I’m serious. He knows that if it weren’t for the law restraining me, I would have ended him right here, right now.“Enjoy your freedom while it lasts,” I assert, keeping my rage-filled eyes fixed on him. “Because it won’t last long. I’m going to find the proof, and when I do, you’ll pay for every single thing you did to her.”He takes a step closer, his voice lowering to a sinister whisper. “You’re making a mistake, Sky. Do you think you can fight me? Bring me down? Don’t you know how powerful I am?”“Don’t you know what I’m capable of?” I question him back, my deadly glare glued to him. “My dear father, I’ll become more powerful than you. I won’t stop until you’re behind bars, where you belong.”“I’m sur
Zoe’s P.O.V.“Zoe, I need you.” He whispers, slipping his hands under my top. My entire body trembles, feeling his fingers on my bare skin after a month.I look down at him—his face buried in my belly—and I know this isn’t just about physical desire. He’s reaching out for something deeper, something only I can give him right now.I can’t stop him.How can I push him away when he needs me so badly? I know I set boundaries between us, but every fibre of my being wants to soothe his pain.When I need him, he’s always there for me, so how can I push him away when he needs me?He lifts my top, baring my belly to the cool air, and I gasp softly as his lips press against my skin. I close my eyes as he brushes his lips against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.His touch! Oh God, I’ve yearned for it. My entire body burns with his mere kiss.Caressing my belly with his lips, his hands travel up to my chest, heating my body.I wait for him to squeeze my breasts, but instead, he pulls away,
Sky’s P.O.V.Zoe and I lie in each other’s arms, naked, a white sheet covering our bodies partially, our legs entangled. After a month of agonising separation, lying like this with her feels like finally coming home after wandering through a torturous desert. The warmth of her body against mine, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, the softness of her skin—all of it reminds me of what I’ve missed so desperately.When I arrived at Zoe’s apartment after meeting my father, I was deeply distressed. I was feeling terrible because I couldn’t punish my father for torturing Zoe. But now, I feel content being with my Trouble. At this moment, she is with me, so nothing else matters to me.I know that to make me feel better; she got ready to confront her deep-seated fear. I’m glad she made this decision because having Zoe as only a friend would be a close second to the pain of not having her in my life at all.“Thank you, Trouble,” I murmur, caressing her arms. “For making me
Zoe’s P.O.V.“Close the door.” My heart thumps with anticipation as Sky orders me to shut the classroom door.A few minutes ago, after the last class, when I stood up to leave, Sky grasped my hand and whispered, “You stay here. Now I’ll take your class in this classroom.”I obey his command and walk over to the door to lock it without a second thought.Before I can turn around, Sky presses my body against the door from behind, leaving me startled.“Your first lesson: How to forget all the worries and stay focused.” He whispers against my ear in a husky tone, causing my entire body to tremble. “So are you ready for your it, Miss Scott?” He questions, rubbing himself against my buttocks, warming my body.“I want the answer, Trouble.” As his hand lands on my hips, I gasp. He repeats, squeezing them. “Are you ready?”“Yes, professor.” I wink at him, glancing over my shoulder. “I truly need the lesson of only focusing on us, Sky.”“I know… my love.” He nuzzles my neck, his hand slipping in
Sky’s P.O.V.A Few Years Later“Sky…” I wake up in the morning as Zoe shakes me. “What happened?” I ask, rubbing my eyes. “Zeke is missing.” She tells me, her voice filled with concerns. I completely wake up, listening to her words. “What? How can he disappear like this?”She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Let’s find him.” We both hurriedly climb down the bed to find Zeke, our six-month-old son who keeps getting in trouble like her Mommy. “Zeke…” Calling out for him, first, we check the bathroom, but it’s empty. Then we head to the walk-in closet. As we enter, we find Zeke sitting in one of Zoe’s open drawers. A triumphant grin stretches across his tiny face, a pink lace bra perched on his head like a crown, while the rest of her undergarments are scattered across the floor.God! He’s an unbelievably naughty kid. “Zeke!” Zoe exclaims, irritated. “What did you do?” He responds by giving us the naughtiest little smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I can’t stop myself—I bu
Zoe’s P.O.V. I’m sitting on the floor with Zeke as he happily plays in his room, surrounded by toys. His tiny hands grab at blocks and plush animals, his giggles filling the air. I lean back against the wall, utterly exhausted after chasing this little troublemaker all day. But I admire him with a smile on my face because, no matter how tired I am, his laughter and adorable face are enough to take away all my exhaustion. All of sudden, I hear the sound of the front door opening and my smile widens. “Sky is home!” As I exclaim, Zeke squeals in excitement as if he understands, causing me to laugh. After caressing his hair, I get to my feet and rush toward the door. But in my haste, my foot catches on one of Zeke’s building blocks, sending a sharp pain shooting through my foot. Again trouble! What the hell is wrong with me? “Ouch!” I cry out, stumbling and grabbing the edge of the table for balance. Sky appears in the doorway in an instant, his eyes wide with worry. “Zoe…
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