JAYCEL’S POV:Actually, I was really nervous since the time that Travor dragged me out of the hospital, but I still did my best not to be affected too much, and I somehow succeeded at first. I still had the time to bicker with him and even talk with him, along with both Kiana and Calvin.Speaking of Kiana and Calvin, I really didn’t expect that both of them would become close to the point of being ambiguous. Actually, I am kind of suspecting that one of these days, those two will announce that they are already dating, but of course, I want to hear the news from them personally.One of these days, I will announce my pregnancy to them as well, because I know that they all deserve to know about it, and just in case the war breaks out, they will know that something uncontrollable might happen.I look at the guy beside me as we walk towards the door of their house. Actually, as we are making our way there, I also couldn’t help but to look around and was so impressed by how big their house
JAYCEL’S POV:I looked at the boxes in front of them and smiled awkwardly. Actually, I really didn’t know what to give them on this first meeting, so I chose to call my subordinates to bring these things. While I was on missions before, I also brought back a lot of valuable things, and these two are among them.When the Xercel and I came here to be with the Empress, I also brought all these valuable things with me. I just hid them on the headquarters that we had here in this country to avoid suspicion or being snatched by anyone, just in case.I heaved a sigh and answered his question hesitantly, "Please open them, Uncle, because I choose not to say it unless you see it since these gifts were chosen by me in the last minute, so I hope you will like them."I saw that both of them looked at each other for a few seconds before looking at the boxes in front of them together.I saw Auntie Hanah look at me and smile as she asked, "We will open it now, can we?"Although I was really hesitant
JAYCEL’S POV:Silence enveloped the four of us, so I became even more tense and nervous as I waited for the time when his parents would get over it and say what their feedback was about what Travor said.Actually, I didn’t expect that he would be so frank about marriage; I was just expecting that he would reveal my pregnancy, but because of my nervousness, I didn’t have the time to react to that nor the time to argue.After a few minutes, I couldn’t help it anymore, so I looked to my side, where Travor was sitting, but he wasn’t looking at me but was still looking straight at his parents. However, I notice that his face doesn’t show any nervousness or guiltiness but is so calm. He was too calm to the point that maybe he felt my gaze towards him, so he gently squeezed my hand without looking in my direction.I looked down at our intertwined hands and somehow felt comfortable due to that gesture, so I closed my eyes and secretly heaved a sigh to calm my nerves before opening my eyes and
JAYCEL’S POV:Hearing what she asked, I couldn’t help but to heave a helpless sigh and answer, "Yes, and I am willing to tell you all about it later, but since this happened, maybe I will tell you first since the Empress and the Emperor already knew about it anyway.""What is it then?" She asked, and based on her voice, she seemed confused about it and curious at the same time.I looked at Travor gently before I answered her as calmly as possible by saying, "I am pregnant, Kiana.""What the fuck?" She immediately exclaimed as soon as I finished saying those words, and I could say that she was really shocked since she asked afterwards, "I am not hallucinating, and you really said that you are pregnant, right?"Before I could answer, I heard someone’s voice from the other line, which I assumed was owned by Ysabelle, as she asked confusingly, "Who is pregnant?"I heard Kiana’s hesitant voice as she answered, "It was Jaycel who told me that she was pregnant."I heard a gasp, which I know
KIANA’S POV:I sighed and told them about it. After a few minutes, a firework exploded in the sky in the form of the Empress organization’s symbol, which means that they already need help. All of us panicked and prepared ourselves.I immediately shouted in panic, "Let’s go to that place and help the Empress."Calvin replied with a serious voice, "Let’s go!"After that, all of us hurriedly ran towards the place as the sound of guns and dynamite rang around the place. My eyebrows furrowed as worries arose, and I felt like my heart was hanging on a thread.As soon as we arrived in front of the building, I immediately looked back and signaled some of our people to disperse to surround the area until the only people left were the three of us.I looked at the two of them beside me and told them, "I will use the front door."Calvin immediately replied, "I’ll go with you."When I didn’t hear any answer from Ysabelle, I immediately looked at her with a questioning look, but I just saw her look
KIANA’S POV:I tried my best to find out if someone was here with me, but since I couldn’t feel any presence, I held the folding laptop in my hand, which was the same size as a flat piece of stainless steel.Actually, it was kind of hard to activate this one due to the fact that it was so dark in here, but I still did my best to find the fingerprint scanner, and after I did, it immediately lit up and transformed into a small laptop automatically.As soon as it was opened, I immediately saw the surroundings, only to realize that I was inside a torture room due to the fact that I was surrounded by a lot of whips, knives, hammers, and other things that gave me chills. Why am I even here? I’m starting to regret it now.I heaved a sigh and tried to calm my tense nerves because of my situation right now. After all, I still need to find my master, knowing that the Empress and the others are doing their best to fight against those people to make time for me here."I will be fine, and nothing
KIANA’S POV:Calvin and that guy were still locked in combat, and despite my own injuries, worry gnawed at me. As I mulled it over, I remembered that Calvin was an heir to some powerful organization, and it struck me that he must have undergone intense training since his childhood.It's funny how I realized I didn't know much about him, yet here I was, placing my trust in him without hesitation. I had made up my mind; I was determined to stand by his side, come what may.In the midst of the fight, Calvin's eyes met mine as he kicked the impostor away. His expression grew serious as he commanded, "Go find him. I'll handle this."I swallowed hard, my hand clutching over my aching stomach, and I shook my head, stubbornness flaring up. "No, I can't just leave you here alone! I'm worried."The adversary lunged at him again; their clash was intense. Calvin shot back with a cold retort, his voice cutting through the chaos: "You have to trust me and stop being so damn stubborn, Kiana." He lan
ICIEST’S POV:Amidst the frenzy of the battle against the men under that deranged woman's command, the air vibrated with the echoing blast of an explosion nearby. The force of it sent bodies hurtling through the air, creating unexpected chaos that momentarily shifted the tide of the fight.In the midst of the turmoil, my thoughts wandered to my wife. Our separation, which I hadn't even consciously registered, weighed heavily on my mind.Engrossed in combat against the minions of the enemy, I hadn't been able to approach her during the ongoing altercation. Complicating matters was the presence of a formidable adversary on my end, someone I suspected was that woman's right-hand man.My current opponent remained persistent, and our fight stretched on due to my reluctance to cause him significant harm. Concern for my wife eclipsed all else; my priority now was locating her in a place foreign to both of us.An opportune moment presented itself, and I struck the man in the face, the satisfy
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.