ICE’S POV:I woke up when I started to feel the pain in my head again. I tried to open my eyes, but the pain only got worse, so I just decided to keep them closed and stay in my position.I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists to stop myself from making any noise so that I would not wake them up. I sighed and tried to calm myself as it took some time for me before the pain went away.I slowly opened my eyes as I searched for air to breathe and held my forehead to somehow make sure that it was already fine. This is when I realized that I was already covered in sweat.I just shook my head and slowly got up to take a shower, but before that, I caught a glimpse of the two children still sleeping on the bed without any sign of waking up. I sighed. That’s good.I kissed them on the forehead gently and continued walking to the bathroom while trying to balance myself to avoid falling.Without saying anything, I took off all my clothes and turned on the shower. I even closed my eyes and brea
ICE’S POV:"Good morning, everyone!" I heard them greet me as soon as they entered the dining area together."Good morning, uncle and aunties!" History greeted them back happily while waving his little hands."Good morning." Chronicles greeted them back calmly as well while still maintaining his stoic expression. Nothing’s new, though. We are all used to it anyway."Are you leaving, Empress?" Jaycel asked suddenly, once she was already settled in her seat. This caused me to stop eating and look at her.I nodded my head, "Yes, and I will bring the children with me." I answered her calmly."Do you want us to come too?" Xercel asked anxiously, as if she was worried about something.I can’t blame her, though. Many things have happened in the past few days, and this is just a rare moment for us in which we can somehow have the freedom to go without minding any mission and such.I shook my head, since for me it is not needed anymore. After all, Kiana is with us already."There is no need si
ICE’S POV:She sighed and nodded her head at me, "Of course, let's go!" She immediately replied while smiling at me."Okay," I mumbled, and before I followed her, I turned my attention to my children first.I saw how tense and worried History was, and even though Chronicles seemed to be calm outside, it didn’t go unnoticed by my eyes how he fidged with the hem of his hoodie.I sighed, "I will be fine. Your auntie Zeyan here will not let anything bad happen to me." I told them and looked in the direction of Zeyan. "Am I right?" I asked her coldly, and she glanced at me for a few seconds before looking back at my children.She smiled, "Of course, I am a doctor just like your mom, and I will promise you that I will do my best to make sure that she is healthy." She told them and glanced at me meaningfully.I turn my attention to my children, while Kiana is just looking at me worriedly."Thank you, auntie." History mumbled while looking cutely at Zeyan."It’s my job, baby." She replied bef
ICE’S POV:She shook her head and mumbled, "Just be careful about your condition, and you must not push yourself too much in remembering your past." She paused and looked at me with a frown before saying, "Don’t be too stubborn sometimes, Empress."I rolled my eyes and turned my back on her. "Fine," I muttered under my breath. "By the way, I left a lunch box above your table," I added before walking towards the door and pushing it to go out.I felt that she had also followed me outside, and once my children saw us, they immediately stood up from their seats and ran toward Zeyan."Auntie Zeyan, I am Chronicles, and this is my twin brother, History." Chronicles introduced themselves while pointing at their brother, who only nodded his head."We are mommy’s children, and we are here in front of you because we want to ask you something about mom’s condition." History told her while trying to be serious like her brother.Zeyan looks at them with bewilderment before glancing at me for a few
ICE’S POV:I badly want to know from whom I should get revenge, but maybe I should do that later. I bit my lower lip as I dragged the children again while still exchanging bullets with these people.I even saw one of the groups wearing black masks and black outfits, while the other group was wearing white masks and black outfits.The only thing that reminds me of the reason behind knowing that these people came from different groups is that the group who were wearing white masks had this familiar symbol, yet I don’t remember where I saw it.I scoffed. I will just remember that later since I am fucking busy shooting these bastards here.I also want my children to enter our car since it’s bulletproof and they will be safe there, so while avoiding all the bullets, I also shoot them back and make sure that I hit their heads.I will not even fucking show some mercy towards them. Not once did they involve my children in this. Shit! It even looks like it’s raining bullets here now.When we w
GRAY’S POV:He answered coldly. "Yes, so I must do something for my family’s protection since I don’t want to lose her again, Gray. Not now and definitely not in the future. ""I understand, but the thing that I can’t understand is how to stop them, not to mention that they were already being too much this time!" I mumbled irritatingly. I sighed and my expression turned serious. "Do you need a hand from me?" I asked, since I am really willing to help them in any way I can."Not anymore since you already helped me a lot by being in that position." He answered and sighed helplessly. "This is already too much, Gray," he added gently.I shook my head. "This is nothing compared to all the help you gave me before," I told him with a faint smile."Gray, I did that because I wanted to and I am not asking for a return." He responded.I told him firmly, "I don’t care." I sighed, asking him again to make sure, "Do you really not want my help?"He answered, which made my eyebrows furrow in confus
GRAY’S POV:Not to mention that he needed someone to stand him in front of his family to make sure that they were safe while he worked behind the scenes. For me, this was just a small favor compared to what he did for me, so I volunteered when he told me about his plan.On the other hand, I didn’t even imagine that they have the same personalities; they are both cold. Not to mention that Chronicles was the complete combination of them. However, sometimes I also wonder if History’s personality will still change or not.After all, he was very different from his parents and even his twin brother. I may not be their father, but I value them as my own. Not to mention again that both of their parents may seem cold on the outside, but they are good people.They were just really victims of situations and circumstances that they couldn’t control, or rather, people who were willing to kill for their benefit. I sighed. Their lives are already messed up, and the two children were also affected by
GRAY’S POV:Even Kiana and Jaycel, who were trying to calm History, were also stunned to hear the bad news. I can’t help but feel bad about their situations. All the things that happened to Ice were traumatic. Not to mention that Ice is very important to all of us right now.At that time, the doctor even asked for our permission since he was still talking to a kid, but since that guy had already given his permission, Chronicles immediately turned to look at me as if he wanted me to say yes.All of them turned their attention to me as if waiting for my decision, so I couldn't help but sighed and told the doctor to let him know. After all, they have the right to do so. Since it's no wonder their genes are really good, I can’t help but feel admiration again.I sighed helplessly and shook my head. I noticed that I was already on the floor where the room of Ice was located. I just arrived here since my work just finished not too long ago and I immediately went here to check on them.I was
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.