ICE’S POV:My forehead creased as I frowned and asked again, "Then she found out about us marrying each other, right?"He nodded sadly as he answered, "When she found out that I got married, she immediately found a way to kill you and separate us, and she even attempted to kill our children in the hospital when they were just born." This made me grit my teeth as he looked at me and asked, "During that time, I don't have any choice, Cheonsa, but to do what I did back then."When he called me that unfamiliar yet familiar nickname, I somehow looked at him in bewilderment as I looked away in shame. I didn’t know that the nickname he has always called me in the past still has this kind of effect in the present.I felt warm and soft inside. I felt like I was already at home, like I belonged there, but when I remembered what he told me about that woman, the anger in my chest flared up again.I looked at him with a serious expression and asked to make sure, "You are referring to that mafia qu
ICIEST’S POV:I wanted to slap myself that time because I felt so selfish for just thinking about myself when I still had my children who were waiting for me to take care of them and let them experience the family that both of us and their mom didn’t experience because of how cruel the world was to us by taking our parents at an early age.It happened one night, so when I heard him cry, I immediately walked towards their crib, and there I saw him crying as his brother was awakened because of his cry as well.The only difference is that Chronicles was just staring at his crying brother silently. Even at a young age, Chronicles wasn’t the type of baby who cried a lot except when he was hungry, unlike History, who always cried every time. But I don’t mind; I am still fond of both of them and I love them equally no matter what happens.I heaved a sigh that time before wiping my tears and bending slightly to carry History in my arms as I rocked him to sleep while humming some gentle tune f
ICIEST’S POV:He nodded his head at me before tilting his head cutely as he asked, "Is it important, dad?"I smiled at him faintly before I nodded my head with a sigh as I answered, "This is about your mom, so I’ll go now so that I can come back immediately."They both nodded, so I kissed History’s head and held his hand to walk closer to where Chronicles was seated before letting him seat in his previous spot and bending down slightly to kiss Chronicles’ forehead as well.After that, I immediately excused myself and went to my room since both of them had their own rooms since they were kids. I opened the door of my room and went inside before placing my bag and my coat above my bed.I walked towards the bathroom and washed up before doing my nighttime routine. After that, I went out while wearing my bathrobe and went inside my walk-in closet. I choose to wear my black pajamas before I leave my room.As I walk downstairs, I am already thinking of some ways to convince my children to l
ICIEST’S POV:This time, it was my turn to laugh with her as I answered. "It was their names, baby." I paused and looked at her gently as I added, "Their names were Chronicles Thunder Palace Imperial and History Flame Palace Imperial, so they named their first-ever mobile games with that along with your name."This time I saw how she became teary-eyed again. Maybe she felt overwhelmed with what I told her since, even me, I really find it warm inside whenever I think about how much they love their mother and how much they love the person I love. I smiled fondly while looking at her when I saw how she tried to hold her tears back, but they still ended up streaming down her cheeks.She hugged me while burying her face in the crook of my neck as she sobbed while muttering, "My babies."I rubbed her back without saying anything to calm her down, as both of our hearts beat in sync. After all, I know how she is feeling right now. She must be very overwhelmed knowing that she wasn’t present f
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
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.