I couldn’t sleep. The words I’d spoken to Lucas—"I’m pregnant"—kept echoing in my mind, unanswered, unresolved. It wasn’t just that he hadn’t said anything. It was the feeling that had taken root between us, an invisible barrier growing thicker with each passing hour. I had seen the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes when I told him. It wasn’t excitement. It wasn’t joy. It was doubt. And that doubt had been eating at me ever since. I stood by the window, staring at the twinkling city lights below, the hum of the city barely reaching me. I tried to push the storm inside me back, but it raged on, relentless. Tonight, I couldn’t avoid it any longer. When Lucas walked into the room, his presence filled the space, but the air between us felt colder than it ever had before. He didn’t speak at first, his hands in his pockets, his gaze distant. "Lucas," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk." He looked at me, then glanced away, a flicker of something unreadable cross
The night was thick with tension. I could feel it in the air—heavy and suffocating. Every time Lucas looked at me, there was something in his gaze that unsettled me. It wasn’t the warmth I had come to expect from him, but rather cold, calculating distance. My heart ached as I replayed his words in my mind. “I need to know the truth.” Those words haunted me, and no matter how many times I told him I was carrying his child, he still hadn’t fully accepted it. It wasn’t the pregnancy that I feared would break us—it was his doubt, the deep-rooted uncertainty that gnawed at his insides like a slow poison. I watched him from across the room as he stared at the phone in his hands, his jaw clenched in frustration. He had been distant for days, unwilling to meet my gaze for longer than a few seconds at a time. I wanted to scream, to demand that he believe me. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I understood. How could he trust me when everything around us seemed to be falling apart? The mes
The tension in our penthouse had reached a breaking point. The air was thick with uncertainty, and I could feel the weight of my own thoughts pressing down on me. Lucas’s coldness, his distance—nothing felt right anymore. Every time I looked at him, I saw the doubt in his eyes. He loved me, I knew that, but he couldn’t fully trust me. Not after everything that had happened. I was carrying his child, and yet, it felt like he was still questioning whether this was real.I stared at myself in the mirror, running my hands over my flat stomach, the baby growing inside me a constant reminder of everything that had shifted. I thought about my future, and for the first time in a long while, I felt utterly alone. Was this really what I wanted? Could I raise a child in this kind of environment? Was it fair to bring a baby into this fractured love story?I sat down on the bed, the weight of the decision ahead of me suffocating. I’d been thinking about it for days now—whether it would be easier
The villa by the sea was nothing short of breathtaking. We had been here for days, but the world still felt like it was slipping away from us—just me and Lucas, alone in our perfect bubble. The soft rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore, the light breeze playing with my hair, and the way the sun dipped into the horizon each evening created the illusion of time standing still. Everything felt so perfect, too perfect, like a dream I never wanted to end.But beneath the tranquil surface, there was something stirring—a shift in Lucas. I could feel it in the way he watched me, the way his touch lingered just a little longer than usual. He wasn’t the man who doubted me anymore. I had seen it in his eyes when he told me how sorry he was, when he swore to protect our family and stand by me no matter what.But something else was weighing on him, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Tonight, though, I felt that this moment might be the one where he would finally open up, where the
Six months had passed since Lucas and I had settled into a place of peace, and things had never felt better. He had transformed into the man I always knew he could be—gentle, protective, and endlessly loving. There were no more doubts. Only a love that was stronger than any obstacle. And now, our future was more promising than ever.But today... Today was going to be different. It was my birthday, and Lucas had been keeping a secret from me, something so big that I had no idea how to prepare for it.“I have a surprise for you, Serena,” Lucas said, his eyes shining with excitement as he helped me get ready. He’d been teasing me for days about it, but I had no idea what he had up his sleeve. His charm was irresistible, and his excitement was contagious.“You know I’m not one for surprises,” I teased, though the anticipation in my chest kept growing. “But I trust you.”He smiled softly, brushing my hair away from my face. “This is for you. For everything you’ve given me. For the love y
The world had been a whirlwind of excitement and love since the twins were born. Lucas and I were over the moon as we welcomed our little ones into the world. The hospital room had been filled with laughter, joy, and so much love as our twins—their tiny faces, their little hands—were finally in our arms.For the first time in a long time, everything felt perfect. I couldn’t stop smiling as I held them both, feeling like the luckiest woman alive. The baby boy, with his dark hair and bright eyes that resembled his father’s, was everything I had ever hoped for. And our baby girl… She was perfect. So beautiful, so innocent, with delicate features that immediately made me fall even deeper in love. They were ours.I could hardly believe it. It was the happiest moment of my life. Lucas stood beside me, beaming with pride, his arms around me as he kissed my forehead. His love and support had never faltered. He had been there for every moment, every step of the way, and now he was holding ou
Lucas stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he stepped onto the stage, the applause of the crowd roaring in his ears. The lights were bright, and the weight of the moment hit him like a wave. Today marked the beginning of something monumental—he was officially contesting for the presidency.The announcement had sent shockwaves through the country. Lucas Voss, son of the powerful and respected billionaire, was now a political contender. His father had been a pillar of the nation, his wealth and influence unmatched. The Voss family’s legacy stretched across industries, but Lucas had something his father didn’t—the will to change the country for the better. He wasn’t just inheriting a position; he was determined to earn it through his own merit, his own ideals.And standing by his side, supporting him every step of the way, was Serena. The love of his life, his partner, his strength. Together, they had overcome so much, and now, they were standing at the precipice of something even bigg
The nation watched as Lucas Voss, son of a powerful dynasty, took the stage as President-elect. The weight of the moment settled over him, but it wasn't just the political journey that had led him here—it was the unwavering love and support of the woman by his side. Serena, his rock, his everything.The media had tried to tear them apart. Attacks on their family, on their children, had become an almost daily ritual. They'd even questioned the paternity of their daughter, Luciana, who, in certain angles, bore a striking resemblance to Serena’s ex-husband. But Lucas never flinched. His love for Serena was unshakable, and no amount of media pressure would make him question that.Serena, although occasionally battling insecurities, never let the public scrutiny define her. She had come so far from the uncertainty of her past, and now, standing next to her husband on the cusp of a new chapter, she felt nothing but pride. Pride in him, in their family, in the love they shared. Their two
The night air was crisp, and the city’s skyline sparkled with the glow of neon lights. Serena stood at the window of her penthouse, staring out at the world she had once tried so hard to fit into. Her life, her journey, had been anything but ordinary, and she had built it from the ground up. Yet, no matter how many mountains she climbed, the shadows of her past always seemed to loom, threatening to pull her back into the dark. But tonight, tonight was different.Tonight, Lucian had planned a surprise birthday party for their daughter, Chloe. The media had buzzed about it for days, and though Serena hadn’t known the full details, she could already feel the tension mounting. Lucian, with his charm and political ties, had made the grand gesture—inviting all the right people, making sure the event would be covered by the press. It was supposed to be a moment of redemption, a way to publicly restore his image. But there was something deeper at play tonight, something Serena couldn’t ignor
It had been days since the media frenzy surrounding the scandal had calmed, but Serena's heart had yet to catch up with the peace the world thought she had found. Her thoughts remained a storm of confusion, betrayal, and reluctant understanding. She had rebuilt herself, brick by brick, while the world watched. But now, a message had arrived, one she never expected—one she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.Lucian’s apology.It came unexpectedly, the message piercing through the silence she had grown used to. Serena had been sitting at her office desk, the weight of her responsibilities settling on her shoulders like an unrelenting storm, when the notification flashed across her phone.“I know I’ve failed you. I hurt you in ways I’ll never be able to forgive myself for. But I want you to know how deeply sorry I am, and I’m asking you, Serena, for a chance to make it right. Please, let me prove to you that I can be the man you deserve.”Serena’s breath caught in her throat. His words,
Serena sat in front of her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection, the weight of the past few days pressing heavily on her shoulders. She hadn’t slept properly in days. The rumors, the whispers, the allegations—everything felt like a storm that never stopped battering her. It wasn’t just the media that was tearing her down. It was the pain in her heart, the unrelenting feeling of betrayal, and the realization that everything she had built could be crumbling before her eyes.Her fingers trembled as she picked up her phone. The headlines blared at her like flashing lights in a dark room. Serena Voss: Unfaithful Wife. Scandal Shakes Political Family. Lucian Voss to Remarry after Family Scandal. Her Ex-Boyfriend: The Truth Behind the Affair. The social media comments were even worse, calling her everything from a home-wrecker to a liar, questioning her loyalty as a wife and mother.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Lucian hadn’t spoken to her since the public fallout, and ev
Serena had been up all night, her mind racing. She could no longer ignore the pieces of the puzzle that were slowly revealing themselves, each discovery harder to digest than the last. Jason’s phone call had given her the push she needed, and she had already traced a few threads herself. The truth, though, still eluded her.Now, Jason stood before her, his face grim. The information he had gathered wasn’t just shocking—it was destabilizing.“Serena,” he began, his voice low and measured, “you need to understand that what I’m about to tell you isn’t just about family. It’s about biology, about genetics. It’s about the unspoken truth of your bloodline.”She motioned for him to continue. The room felt small, suffocating. The air was thick with tension as he explained further.“The connection between you and your ex—it’s not merely a coincidence of fate. It’s genetic, and it's deeper than you could have imagined. Your family tree... it’s complicated. But I found something. A connection
Serena sat alone in her dimly lit office, her fingers trembling as they hovered above the desk. The phone had just gone dead, the silence filling the room with an eerie heaviness. Jason’s words echoed in her mind, like a hammer striking an anvil. Her ex. Her cousin. It was real. The bloodline, the connection, it wasn’t just some fleeting coincidence. She had known something had been off about her past, about her relationship with him. The attraction had been undeniable. But she had never questioned it, never thought to dig deeper. She had let herself fall into that dangerous comfort, that seemingly innocent nostalgia that washed over her whenever he was around. But now, everything had changed. Her ex—her cousin—was not just a figure from her past. He was family. Flesh and blood. The realization hit her with a brutal force, leaving her breathless. Her mind scrambled, trying to grasp the truth, but it felt like trying to hold water in her hands. The more she tried to make sense of it,
The next morning, headlines were ablaze. The entire country had something to say, and social media remained ruthless:“President’s Wife Savagely Silences Mistress!”“First Man Releases Statement, Socialite Exposed!”“Serena Voss: Unbothered, Unbreakable, Untouchable.”Serena became a quiet icon overnight—not because she shouted, but because she didn’t need to.And still, the war raged on.Luciana had become more vocal. More brash. Just like him.She interrupted her teachers, debated adults, and stared people down with an unsettling maturity.Sian, on the other hand, was quiet but dangerously perceptive. Always watching. Always gentle—but when he spoke, his words sliced through like a whisper wrapped in steel.Serena sat in her study, watching them from the glass window as they played. Her heart ached.“Why do they feel like strangers?”And as if fate were taunting her, Luciana threw a tantrum over a doll. The scream—the curling of her lip, the stomp—it was identical to his.Serena’s
Serena hadn’t planned to return home early.Her schedule had been packed with back-to-back briefings, state meetings, and a closed-door women’s leadership conference. But something that morning had felt off. Her chest had been tight since dawn, her instincts prickling like barbed wire beneath her skin.Maybe it was mother’s intuition. Maybe it was a woman's sixth sense.Whatever it was—it dragged her from her final meeting and straight home.The gates of the presidential residence were unusually open. And so were the arms of the man she had sacrificed everything for—her husband—Lucian.Because there, right in the middle of the stone-paved courtyard, surrounded by security agents and government aides, was Lucian.And in his arms… Amira.Her former best friend. The very woman who had once betrayed her.Serena’s heart stopped.Lucian wasn’t just speaking to her.He was kissing her.Slow. Public. Shameless.Amira’s hand was on his chest. His fingers tucked under her jaw. Serena’s lungs
Lucian Voss stood at the edge of his penthouse balcony, shirtless, cigarette burning between his fingers. The skyline of the city blinked in front of him like a warning—red lights, flickering buildings, the distant hum of chaos.But nothing matched the chaos in his chest.He’d seen the pictures.First on Twitter. Then in the tabloids. Then—God help him—in a viral video of Serena exiting a gala, her child nestled against her shoulder.The child.The one with his eyes.The one with his hair.He’d tried to ignore it. Told himself genetics weren’t that loud. Told himself Serena would never—But then came the whispers. The blogs. The articles with side-by-side photos of him and the baby girl with a caption that screamed:“Scandal: Did Serena Voss Have a Child With Her Ex?”His jaw clenched so tightly, he could taste iron.He wanted to defend her.He wanted to believe she was still the woman who once waited for him in the pouring rain, soaked and stubborn, demanding he fight for them.B
The clicks of camera shutters echoed like gunfire as Serena descended the stairs of the gala hall, wrapped in a floor-length emerald gown that shimmered under the chandeliers like a goddess reborn. Her smile was practiced, her back was straight, and her presence commanded the room—but inside, she was cracking in a thousand silent ways.Nathanial stood a few steps behind her, black suit sharp against his broad shoulders, his gaze sweeping the crowd with an alertness only someone who had seen danger up close could possess. To the world, he was her security detail. To Serena, he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.“Senator Callahan, welcome!” a voice beamed as Serena extended her hand, exchanging air-kisses with political giants and old-money elites. She smiled through the ache. They saw glamour. They didn’t see the exhaustion behind her eyes, or the nights she cried into her pillow, clutching her newborn daughter—Liora—who looked so hauntingly like Lucian.Every curve