ICIEST’S POV:All of them just laughed at what he said, as the other guy stood up from his seat to hold his arms. I took my phone and decided to just record them so that I would have some evidence for them later. I let my camera face in their direction as I saw that the poor guy even tried to get his arms back, but failed to do so because of his situation.The man who was holding him said smugly, "Look, don’t fight us anymore because anytime soon you will not get any choice since we put something in your drink earlier and you are too stupid to realize that."After that guy said that, the people with him laughed with him while the poor guy just raised his head weakly to glare at them. This time my expression darkens because my suspicion was right.Actually, I don’t really like to meddle in someone’s affair, but I am not that bad at letting these things just unfold in front of me without doing anything to stop them. I still have some humanity and I can’t tolerate this kind of scam.They
ICIEST’S POV:I scoffed at this as I pouted because I didn’t want to let go of this comfortable position. Just her being here with me is already enough to make me somehow forget about all the things that I am thinking about right now.Even though I know that she didn’t need to sneak out of the hospital because it was dangerous, I couldn’t help but be selfish as well, because deep in my heart and in the back of my mind, I knew that I wanted this so badly.Maybe she noticed my expression, so she sighed at me helplessly as she answered the phone beside me without standing up. She even rested her head on my shoulder again as she placed her phone to her ear, and I smiled and remained silent beside her while the call was on and she was busy answering whatever question they had for her.I can’t blame them though; my wife just sneaked out without telling any of them. Aside from that, based on the report from my men, one of her friends is in the hospital right now. I let out a sigh as she hung
ICE’S POV:I can’t take this silence anymore, so I asked them, "Who was taking care of Xercel while you were all here?"I even made my voice as calm as possible. They all turned to look at Jensen and Arthur, who were looking at each other with serious expressions, and sighed back at me.Jensen answered, "We let two of our men look out for her for the moment." He glanced at the man beside me momentarily as he looked back at me and asked with confusion and curiosity, "Mind telling us what is happening right now and explaining what you did?"Hearing this, I sighed as I told them everything that had happened in the past while my children sat silently beside me and their father. Maybe this guy already told them about it before they let themselves in on his plan and into my life again."You mean, you had amnesia before?" Jaycel asked with a hint of shock in her voice, so I nodded my head, which made her mumble as if she realized something, "Maybe that’s the reason why Xercel told me that ma
GRAYSON’S POV:As soon as I got in, my eyebrows immediately furrowed when I saw three figures. Two of them were sitting together while whispering at each other, so I couldn’t see their faces at the moment, and by the looks of it, it seems that they are talking about something important. The other one who was sitting opposite them may have already felt my presence, which became the reason why she turned her head in my direction. When our eyes met in the air, she gave me a smile, to which I replied by nodding my head at her."He is here already, Empress and Emperor." I heard Mac mumble politely, which became the reason why I turned my attention towards the two people earlier, who were now looking back at me.The other one was still cold as always, while the other one had a smile on her face despite the fact that it was faint.At first, I was quite confused when I saw their faces, but it slowly changed into a surprised one as my jaw dropped when I saw those eyes. I look into her eyes wit
JAYCEL’S POV:I was leaning my head against the backrest of the couch here inside Xercel’s hospital room. I was closing my eyes and trying to take a rest because these past few days, I have become even more sleepy and lazy. Aside from that, morning sickness was starting to bug me, which gave me a lot of stress and exhaustion. My moodiness was also starting to show up, and I tried my best not to make it too obvious for my friends to know.I heaved a sigh and massaged my forehead as I thought of this secret. I know that anytime soon, someone will notice my abnormalities. However, I am still not ready to face all this shittyness. Being a mother for me is like an amazing oasis in the middle of a desert. However, even though I like kids, especially Chronicles and History, since they are cute, smart, and well-behaved little ones in my eyes, it didn’t appear in my mind that I was the next one in our circle to have a child. Of course, not to mention that I was still hiding from the father of
JAYCEL’S POV:I immediately cut her off as I nodded my head and told her, "Yes, it was Travor, so I started to stalk him through his different social media accounts and everywhere that I could get some information about him." I sighed and leaned my back on the backrest as I continued, "I thought it was just some sort of pure admiration, but I was completely wrong because when I saw him here again, I was dumbfounded to know that I really fell for him."She rolled her eyes hearing this as she asked again, "How did you know that it was him?"I smiled gently when I remembered his face during that time as well as during the time when I saw him again in school. I looked at her with serious eyes, but maintained that hint of a genuine smile on my lips as I replied confidently, "I know because I saw his face during those times, and before you asked me how I knew it, I will tell you first that I let someone sketch his face based on the features I remembered about him and let someone find out ab
JAYCEL’S POV:On the other hand, I was also shocked to witness when the Empress suddenly grabbed it and answered the call, but instead of talking to that person herself, she smirked at me and pushed the phone onto my hand before dragging his husband out of the room. However, I was left dumbfounded because of how fast those things happened, and they didn’t even give me some time to react.I was in a daze for how many minutes, but when I heard that voice calling my name, I unconsciously looked down at the phone that was resting on my hand and got annoyed again."Jaycel, talk to me, please." I heard him say this with a pleading voice.I scoffed when I heard his voice and realized that the Empress did this on purpose. However, I really want to eat some mango.Maybe because he didn’t hear any response, he asked again, with obvious caution in his voice as if he was afraid that he would trigger something, "Jaycel, can you hear me?" I didn’t answer again as I heard a sighed from the other lin
TRAVOR’S POV:She smiled at me and answered gently, "Your dad and I will have a date tonight, but before that, I need to do something in the company first, and after that, both of us will see each other in our favorite restaurant."I nodded my head at this as an understanding since this is already their habit. Every Friday, both of them will clear this schedule and have a dinner date at their favorite restaurant.I couldn’t help but admire and somehow envy my parents’ love for each other. It’s very healthy, to the point that they've stayed married to each other for so many years now. I didn’t even witness their fights, if ever there were any, and I didn’t feel neglected or scolded that much.It may seem so lucky to have this life, which is not wrong, but for me, this is quite enough. I am very content with our lives now, so I promise myself that whoever I have sex with, whatever happens, I must marry that person.As an only child, I grew up witnessing the love of my parents. Mom even
ICE’S POV:"Mommy!" I heard History's excited voice echoing through the house, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew he, along with his dad, Iciest, and his brother, Chronicles, were eagerly waiting for me and our little angel, Legend. With a fond shake of my head, I anticipated History's imminent arrival in the room that Iciest and I shared.I glanced at my 2-year-old daughter, her vibrant violet and green eyes meeting mine. She had inherited those striking eyes from me. Gently, I dressed her in a beautiful blue dress, carefully placing a delicate white flower tiara on her head before braiding her hair. It was a marvel to think about the journey that had led to this point—after everything that had transpired, the unexpected gift of another baby had caught Iciest and me by surprise. Recollecting a past conversation with my two older children about their desire for a third sibling once their parents reunited (which, unbeknownst to me at the time, referred to me and Iciest), I had decid
ICE’S POV:As my arms encircled him, I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch. It was clear that his façade was cracking and that the tough exterior he tried to project was giving way to the pain he held within. I gently turned him to face me, his tear-streaked face a testament to the battle raging inside him."It's going to be alright, brother," I murmured, my voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. I held his gaze, willing him to believe my words. "Your sister will not leave you again." His eyes, usually so guarded, seemed to soften with a glimmer of hope as our connection deepened.Yet, as we stood there locked in our embrace, something shifted in Grayson. His defenses crumbled, and the floodgates he had erected against his feelings began to open. The sound of his sobs, raw and heartbreaking, reached my ears, and I felt a pang in my chest. This was his pain, his vulnerability laid bare, and I was honored that he chose to share it with me.Tears welled up in my
ICE’S POV:Guns were drawn, tension hung thick in the air, and it seemed like a standoff was about to erupt, but amidst the pointed weapons, only Zia and I stood without weapons, locked in a chilling gaze. With a wry smile, Zia's voice slithered forth, her words carrying a mocking tone: "Well, isn't this a cozy gathering? Traitors' offspring all grown up. What a delight."My response wasn't as amusing as hers. I fixed her with a cold stare, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Why drag me, my brother, and those who matter to me into this? What's the point of involving us in the tangled mess our parents made that wasn’t our problems in the first place?"Zia's laughter rippled, a bitter melody in the midst of the charged atmosphere. She fired back, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, come on. Did you really expect me to roll out the red carpet for you just because your parents are the culprits and it doesn’t include you?"I didn't grace her question with an immediate ans
THIRD PERSON’S POV:On the other side, "Calvin, Travor, and Kiana reached the main entrance, spotting guards converging on the control room."Calvin whispered, "We're not too late. Let's go."They engaged the guards in a swift and calculated skirmish, taking them down one by one with a combination of martial prowess and precision.Travor took down a guard as he whispered, "Marcus and Jerry must be in trouble. We have to hurry."Kiana knocked out a guard as she mumbled, "Agreed. Let's clear the way."On the other side, Alfer, John, and Daryl pressed forward, their movements fluid as they navigated the dimly lit corridor.Alfer checked the corners as he mumbled, "Keep pushing. We're almost there."Suddenly, a group of guards rounded the corner, spotting the infiltrators.John smirked as he mumbled, "Looks like we've got a welcoming committee."Daryl cracked his knuckles as he muttered, "Let's give them a taste of our skills."A fierce battle ensued as the infiltrators clashed with the g
THIRD PERSON’S POV:The group wasted no time, moving with calculated precision. Zee sat hunched over a bank of monitors, fingers dancing across the keyboard as lines of code scrolled across screens along with Taylor.Arthur leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the surveillance feed showing the imposing structure of Zia's base across the street. Luke tinkered with a small device on the table, his earbuds plugged in as he kept an ear on the team's communication while Jaycel was just on the side watching them.Zee muttered to herself, "Alright, I've patched into their security network. I can see the guards patrolling the perimeter."Arthur replied, "Keep an eye on the guards' patterns. We don't want any surprises."Luke nodded his head with a sighed as he mumbled, "I've got the signal jammers set up. Their comms won't be working."Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Zian smiled as he happily said it into his earpiece as he lured the guards. "Hey, have you guys heard about that new virtua
ICE’S POV:Inside, an ensemble of guards stationed throughout offered their respectful greetings. It was a familiar routine, and their commitment to our children's protection never wavered.Venturing deeper, we were met with a heartwarming sight. On the couch, our two children were engrossed in their tablets, undoubtedly lost in the world of their game company—an endeavor they had taken upon themselves.My throat gave a subtle cough as we entered their line of sight. In response, their heads snapped up in a mixture of surprise and sheer delight.The room was alive with a sort of controlled chaos. I watched as History hopped off the sofa with a reckless enthusiasm that sent a pang of worry through me. His father's voice, laced with pure concern, rumbled like a soothing undertone, "Be careful, baby!"Chronicles, his older brother, didn't hold back either. His words came out in a stern, almost icy tone, but beneath that frostiness, concern flickered like a hidden flame: "Slow down, Histo
CALVIN’S POV:Meanwhile, Grayson sat alongside Zee, the enigmatic figure responsible for the intricate hacking that fortified Ice's group. Learning that Zee led the faction known as Antares stunned everyone, even Arthur and Luke, cyber experts themselves, who had worked under her leadership for so long. I made a mental note to uncover the backstory behind Grayson and Zee's connection when the timing was right.Other than Ysabelle, Taylor, and Arthur, who were already acquainted, the rest of the newcomers had just arrived this morning. The dynamics in the room were captivating—a mix of camaraderie and curiosity, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.Amidst the hum of conversations, what puzzled me was the trio from Jaycel's team; their gaze was locked onto Travor. He remained unfazed by their judgmental stares, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He seemed impervious to their scrutiny as he goaded the mother of his child, her simmering anger evident yet contained.Within this intrica
ICIEST’S POV:Her response carried a scoff, her voice tinged with humor despite the situation: "I'm keeping it in check. You know me, I've got this. We're nearly at your location, so sit tight."A frown creased my brow, her words stirring a different kind of unease. Swiftly, I retorted, "Don't play it down too much. I'll be waiting right here, wife. Just get back safely."The tension in the air was thick as I clenched my fist, waiting for her response. The seconds felt like an eternity until her voice finally broke through the silence."I will," she replied, her words hanging in the air like a promise. The call ended, leaving me with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.As the call ended, I turned my gaze to Grayson, who seemed to release a breath he had been holding. There was a tension in the air that still lingered, but some of it seemed to ease with his reaction.Calmly, I advised, "Let's give them a few minutes. They should be arriving soon."My prediction wasn't off, as mere mom
GRAYSON’S POV:I nodded, my exhale carrying the weight of my anxiety. Just when it seemed like the call would go unanswered once more, I glanced at my sister, her expression unwaveringly frosty.My hope was fading, and desperation clawed at me, but then, miraculously, someone picked up the call. It took every ounce of restraint not to burst into a jubilant shout—a reaction completely out of character for me.I had never been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, nor did I usually indulge in sentimentality. My demeanor was typically as chilly as a winter breeze, and my interactions with others were marked by detached professionalism.But in the face of recent events, my perspective has shifted. I had come to realize that I was no longer an island, no longer alone. Their well-being had become paramount to me, and I would do anything to keep them safe from harm.As soon as Calvin answered the call, I hit the loudspeaker button, ensuring Ice and Iciest could listen in on our conversation.