~Rhett’s POV~I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. This was hopeless."So, since we're back in our rooms—""Since we've been kicked back to our rooms," Little Ruby corrected, sitting cross-legged on the floor, arms crossed like she had just been terribly wronged."Yeah, kicked back," I agreed with a sigh. "Let’s get back to our plan."Little Ruby perked up immediately, her eyes shining with excitement. "Okay, so hear me out… what if we fake a disaster?"I sat up so fast my head almost spun. "No way.""Why not?" she whined."Because we’ve tried this before," I reminded her, giving her a hard look."And?" she asked, tilting her head like she didn't already know.I shot her a glare. "Mom almost drowned."Little Ruby grimaced. "Okay… yeah. Bad example." She waved it off like it didn’t matter. "But this time, we control the situation!"I narrowed my eyes. "Uh-huh. And how exactly do we fake a safe disaster?"Little Ruby waved her hands around dramatically. "We don’t fake it. We j
Esperanza’s POVI did not see that coming.Like, at all.I wasn’t even paying attention at first. The kitchen fire was way more entertaining than it should have been—watching the twins fumble over their excuses, Roman trying not to laugh, and Ruby looking like she was debating grounding them forever.But then.Then Ruby said it.“Excuse me? They got it from you. You are the troublemaker here.”Roman had called her a little troublemaker too and Ruby gasped like he just exposed her entire existence.At first, I thought they were just bickering like always, but the way they looked at each other? The way Roman smirked like he was remembering something personal?Something wasn’t adding up.I turned to Keely, nudging her lightly. “You’re seeing this, right?”Keely, still amused by the chaos, raised an eyebrow. “Seeing what?”I gestured toward Roman and Ruby, who were now arguing about which one of them was the bigger troublemaker.Roman was grinning. “You started it, Ruby.”Ruby scoffed. “E
Helen’s POVThe afternoon dragged on, stretching thin like a frayed rope ready to snap.Kai’s laptop whirred quietly, his fingers moving across the keyboard in a steady rhythm—the only consistent sound in the room.Everyone else was beginning to wilt under the weight of exhaustion.The twins had been sent to their rooms, instructed firmly not to come back until we called for them. They didn’t argue. That alone told me how drained they were.Esperanza, Keely and Ruby were in the kitchen preparing something for us all. I was going to join them, but they seemed to be having their family/sister kind of bond and conversation going on there.Not that they’d mind me joining them but I just didn’t feel up for it.And then there was Roman.Pacing.Back and forth.Over and over again.Like a caged animal barely keeping itself from breaking something.His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his shoulders rising and falling with controlled breaths.Finally, he muttered, "I need some air,"
"And the award for Best Fashion Designer goes to... Ruby Blackwood!"My heart stopped. I heard the applause, but it was distant, muted, as if I had momentarily detached from the present. Me? Ruby Blackwood, Best Designer of the Year? It felt surreal.I stared at the stage in disbelief. The host smiled brightly, waiting for me to claim the award. The room, full of clapping and cheering people, seemed to blur as I tried to process what was happening.Suddenly, a small hand tugged at mine, snapping me back to reality."Mummy!" Rhett’s excited voice pulled me back to the present as he grinned up at me, pointing toward the stage. "Aren’t you going? They’re waiting!"I blinked, my pulse quickening. "Oh my God," I whispered under my breath, shaking off the daze. How could I forget? I had won! I had won.With shaky hands, I stood up from my seat, smoothing down the fabric of my black gown as I tried to compose myself. I could feel the eyes of the entire room on me, but amidst the sea of fa
If you're wondering how it all led to this moment, where Roman is staring at the twins with wide eyes and confusion, it’s time to revisit the past. The story that began not with love, but with a fateful marriage of convenience, where neither Roman nor I could have foreseen what would come next.SEVEN YEARS AGO"Do you, Ruby Blackwood, take Alpha Roman Wilder D’Angelo as your loving husband...?" The priest's voice echoed in my ears.My heart skipped a beat as he read out the vows, each word drawing me deeper into a reality I had not chosen.How did I end up in this situation? Marrying someone I'm meeting for the first time today, a man I know only by reputation—powerful, ruthless, and feared by all.The truth stung even more because it should have been my cousin, Esperanxa, standing here today, not me.She was meant to be the one sacrificed as a bride to secure my uncle's alliance with the D’Angelo pack."Ruby?" The mention of my name snapped me back to the present. The faces around me
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. My throat felt tight, and my brain scrambled to make sense of the chaos spinning inside me. The dull pounding in my head grew louder, syncing with the frantic beat of my heart.How did this happen? The last thing I remembered clearly was his lips on mine, and then—my gaze drifted down to where the sheets barely covered Roman's body.Oh God. What had we done?"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Roman repeated sharply as he pushed himself up. His emerald eyes were no longer hazy with alcohol but hardened with confusion—and maybe regret."I—I don't know," I stammered, instinctively pulling the sheets up to cover myself. Heat flooded my cheeks as flashes of last night hit me like a freight train. The kiss, the roughness of his touch, the hardness of his member in me, the feverish way we collided into each other, desperately seeking something neither of us could define. And now this—the cold, harsh reality of daylight exposing everythin
The cab's tires crunched on the gravel as it pulled up outside the mansion. My mansion—or at least, it had been. Now it stood like a mausoleum of my father’s legacy, taken over by a man who had no right to the empire my father built.I fumbled with the money and paid the driver, my fingers still trembling from the shock of Roman’s rejection. My entire world had collapsed in the space of a few hours, and now I had nowhere to go but back to the house I once called home. As I handed the driver the cash, I caught my reflection in the window. I looked like a complete stranger with my pale, drawn face. My long black hair, which is usually neatly combed, was tangled, and my eyes were red and puffy from holding back tears."Thanks," I muttered as I climbed out, my legs still unsteady. The driver gave a curt nod, and as the cab pulled away, I stood frozen, staring at the mansion. The last time I was here, I had been forced into a marriage I didn’t want, but now... what was I? A castaway. U
“Ruby… why do they look like me?”The question hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the blood drain from my face as I looked up to meet Roman’s gaze, his dark eyes filled with confusion—and something else I couldn’t quite place. For a moment, I was frozen. I couldn’t find the words, couldn’t even think of how to respond. But I had no intention of answering that question here, not in front of my children.I stood up, holding Rhett and Ruby’s hands tightly, pulling them closer to me. “Come on, Rhett. Come on, Ruby. We’re leaving.” My voice was steady, though my heart was racing.“Wait… Ruby,” Roman said, taking a step toward us, his voice more urgent now. “You haven’t answered my question.”I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My children were my priority—always. I tightened my grip on their hands and continued walking toward the exit. “Hey!” Roman’s voice grew louder, frustration creeping into his tone. I felt his hand wrap around my arm, pulling me to a stop. “Ruby, I’m talking to you.”I
Helen’s POVThe afternoon dragged on, stretching thin like a frayed rope ready to snap.Kai’s laptop whirred quietly, his fingers moving across the keyboard in a steady rhythm—the only consistent sound in the room.Everyone else was beginning to wilt under the weight of exhaustion.The twins had been sent to their rooms, instructed firmly not to come back until we called for them. They didn’t argue. That alone told me how drained they were.Esperanza, Keely and Ruby were in the kitchen preparing something for us all. I was going to join them, but they seemed to be having their family/sister kind of bond and conversation going on there.Not that they’d mind me joining them but I just didn’t feel up for it.And then there was Roman.Pacing.Back and forth.Over and over again.Like a caged animal barely keeping itself from breaking something.His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his shoulders rising and falling with controlled breaths.Finally, he muttered, "I need some air,"
Esperanza’s POVI did not see that coming.Like, at all.I wasn’t even paying attention at first. The kitchen fire was way more entertaining than it should have been—watching the twins fumble over their excuses, Roman trying not to laugh, and Ruby looking like she was debating grounding them forever.But then.Then Ruby said it.“Excuse me? They got it from you. You are the troublemaker here.”Roman had called her a little troublemaker too and Ruby gasped like he just exposed her entire existence.At first, I thought they were just bickering like always, but the way they looked at each other? The way Roman smirked like he was remembering something personal?Something wasn’t adding up.I turned to Keely, nudging her lightly. “You’re seeing this, right?”Keely, still amused by the chaos, raised an eyebrow. “Seeing what?”I gestured toward Roman and Ruby, who were now arguing about which one of them was the bigger troublemaker.Roman was grinning. “You started it, Ruby.”Ruby scoffed. “E
~Rhett’s POV~I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. This was hopeless."So, since we're back in our rooms—""Since we've been kicked back to our rooms," Little Ruby corrected, sitting cross-legged on the floor, arms crossed like she had just been terribly wronged."Yeah, kicked back," I agreed with a sigh. "Let’s get back to our plan."Little Ruby perked up immediately, her eyes shining with excitement. "Okay, so hear me out… what if we fake a disaster?"I sat up so fast my head almost spun. "No way.""Why not?" she whined."Because we’ve tried this before," I reminded her, giving her a hard look."And?" she asked, tilting her head like she didn't already know.I shot her a glare. "Mom almost drowned."Little Ruby grimaced. "Okay… yeah. Bad example." She waved it off like it didn’t matter. "But this time, we control the situation!"I narrowed my eyes. "Uh-huh. And how exactly do we fake a safe disaster?"Little Ruby waved her hands around dramatically. "We don’t fake it. We j
~Ruby’s POV~The morning air felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was just me.I stood at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring my coffee, though I had no real intention of drinking it. My mind was tangled in too many thoughts, one looping louder than the rest.Liam loves me.He actually said it. And now? Now, I had no idea what to do.I’d spent the morning avoiding him, keeping my conversations brief, and dodging eye contact whenever possible. Liam had tried—oh, he had tried—to catch my gaze, to start some kind of conversation about it. But I wasn’t ready.Not now. Maybe not ever."Mom, can I have cereal?" Rhett's voice pulled me from my thoughts.I blinked, looking down to see him already climbing onto a chair to reach the cabinet."Yeah, of course, baby. Let me help." I moved on autopilot, grabbing the cereal and pouring it into his bowl.Little Ruby came in a second later, rubbing her eyes. "Is Uncle Liam still here?"I tensed for just a moment before nodding. "Yeah, he was ou
~Little Ruby’s POV~The house felt weird that night.It was too quiet.Even though the lights were still on and the TV played some show nobody was really watching, it felt like something heavy was sitting in the air, making it hard to breathe right. Mom was sitting on the couch, looking tired, and Aunt Helen had her arms crossed, staring at nothing.Rhett and I sat near the stairs, not really sure what to do. Usually, there’d be talking or laughing, or maybe Aunt Helen would be telling Mom one of her long stories that didn’t make sense. But tonight? Nothing.Then the front door opened.Uncle Liam walked in, and everything felt even weirder.He looked around really fast, like he was trying to figure out what was wrong.“Uncle Liam!” Rhett and I said together, but not in our usual happy way. Just… normal.“Hey, kids,” he said. “How are you?”“Good… I guess,” we both mumbled at the same time.His eyes moved to Aunt Helen. “Hey, Helen.”“Hi, Liam.”Then he looked at Mom.I saw something
~Ruby's POV~The house was unusually quiet that night.Even with the kids around, the usual laughter and chatter were absent. Instead, a heavy tension hung in the air, pressing down on all of us like an invisible weight.Helen sat stiffly on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes distant. The kids lingered near the stairs, speaking in hushed voices, exchanging glances as if sensing the unease but not quite knowing what to do with it.And then Liam walked in.The second he stepped through the door, his sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in the atmosphere. “Uncle Liam!” The kids said in a neutral tone. “Hey kids, how are you?” “Good… I guess.” They both chorused.His jaw clenched slightly as his eyes landed on Helen. “Hey, Helen.” “Hi, Liam.”Then on me.He saw it. The frustration. The tension. The exhaustion.He didn’t ask questions right away. Instead, he sighed, running a hand through his hair before speaking. “I need to talk to Ruby. Alone.”Helen nodded, standin
~Roman’s POV~I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply.Oh my god.This changes everything.I turned my gaze to Rhett. If he already had this kind of strength at his age… it could only mean one thing.The prophecy might be true.I stared at him, my mind racing through possibilities. His innocent face held no idea of what he had just done, what it could mean. If he was already showing signs now, then there was no more time to waste.Before I could even process my next thought, the front door swung open.Ruby.I’d already heard her coming, already bracing myself for this conversation.“Hey, Mom!” The kids ran toward her, their voices light, innocent—completely unaware of the storm brewing between us.Ruby barely had time to acknowledge them before I stepped forward.“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked with a firm but low voice.She barely spared me a glance, her focus shifting. “Where’s Aunt Helen?”“At the back,” Rhett answered.Ruby let out a breath and then looked at the kids. “G
~Roman’s POV~Hours earlier…The day's burdens felt overwhelming. My office was a mess of scattered files, unfinished reports, and half-empty coffee cups. I was exhausted, my brain fogged from hours of staring at documents that never seemed to end.With a sigh, I shoved the last folder aside and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples."Enough."I needed a break.Dragging myself out of my office, I made my way to the living room. The couch welcomed me like an old friend as I sank into it, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels mindlessly.Nothing caught my interest.That’s when my gaze landed on the iPad sitting on the coffee table.I hesitated.For a second, I debated whether to check or not. But curiosity won over restraint.I reached for the device and tapped into the camera feed linked to Ruby’s house.And what I saw made me sit up straighter.Liam.Helen.The kids.All walking into Ruby’s house.I stared at the screen, trying to process it. The kids weren’t sup
~Ruby’s POV~The moment I saw my kids, everything else faded."Mom!" Their voices rang out, high-pitched and filled with excitement as they sprinted toward me.I barely had time to brace myself before they crashed into my arms. My hands roamed over their backs, checking for injuries or anything unusual."How are you two doing?" I asked."We're fine," they chorused.Little Ruby tilted her head up at me, her dark curls bouncing. "It's been a while, Mom.""Yeah... I really missed you two." I squeezed them tighter, as if that would make up for lost time.Helen’s presence caught me off guard. "Helen? How—why did you come too?" I stammered.She nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. "I had to. Marcus can take care of Mom."I swallowed down my gratitude and hugged her too. "Good to see you."Then, I turned to Liam. He was standing there, arms crossed, waiting. He looked the same as always—casual, composed—but I knew him well enough to see the flicker of questions in his eyes."Liam," I said, st