All I will say is that the kidnapping arc will not take more than a week! you guys worry too much! Trust me! As I said, I will end this story with 400 chapters. It can be less than 400 but not more. One more thing for all your peace, I will not separate Anne and Nicholas again! 5 years are enough! And He will see the birth of his kids and be with them for as long as he lives! *Crying dramatically* Give me love now or I will go on a long holiday!
Anne’s voice was shaky as she said, “I’m not feeling well. I will go back.” She left quickly, leaving behind an uneasy silence. Although the Queen agreed to her request, her heart was very uneasy. Once Anne was gone, Amir turned to his mother in frustration. “Mother, don’t send Charlotte Hart back. The girl is a devil—”Before he could finish, his mother slapped him hard across the face. She was so angry that words could not cover it. “You fool! What were you thinking? You brought Nicholas Hart’s wife here? Of all people, why?”Amir rubbed his cheek, still shocked by the slap. His relationship with his mother was always sore but not to the point of his mother using violence against him. He whispered, “She’s Belrose’s daughter.”His mother’s eyes narrowed. “Do you really think I don’t know what you are trying to do?” She stepped closer, her voice filled with anger. “Amir, you need to learn your lesson before it’s too late. Belrose and her daughter are off-limits! I have been warning y
Since it was evening, no one noticed Coco lying unconscious on the shore. When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place. Her mommy had told her about all the possible things she might need to do. She reminded herself not to be scared and to stay confident. She could handle it. Although she was all alone, she did not have kidnappers after her. As night began to fall, Coco walked along a dimly lit road and encountered some drunk men. She didn't feel afraid. Both she and Leon had been learning martial arts. She reminded herself she could handle this. She made a mental note to practise hardly to be more skilfull in martial arts and learn everything to defend herself and perhaps attack the other person too. These experiences were going to shaper her into a very strang person and she was looking forward to it. She was a Hart princess but she would become so strong and capable that she would not need a knight to save her again. The drunken men tried to
The next day, an aeroplane landed at the helipad, and from there, a convoy of cars carried the VIPs to the remote village police station. The officers had remained on high alert since Coco’s arrival. They hadn’t dared to sleep after knowing they were responsible for the security of someone extremely important.Coco was sleeping on a chair inside the station while clutching the phone. She had not let go of it all night and was connected with her family. Each member had taken turns talking to her all the time. They offered words of comfort to keep her spirits up.One of the officers gently tapped her shoulder and said, “Your family is here.”Coco’s eyes shot open and she immediately put the phone down while rushing outside. When she stepped out, she saw Nicholas, Sabrina, and her grandfathers waiting for her. Without hesitation, Coco sprinted straight into Nicholas’s arms with tears streaming down her face. “Dad, thank you for coming to save me.”Nicholas pulled her close, his voice fill
The next day, everyone from the Hart and Taylor families gathered at the Hart house. The living room was full od people but it felt heavy and tense with everyone waiting for news about Anne. Leon and Coco rushed into each other’s arms as they hugged tightly as they cried. They were glad to be together again, but Leon’s heart was still heavy and his worry about their mother grew with every passing moment. He pulled back, looking at Coco with red and teary eyes.“Coco, do you really not remember anything?” Leon asked, his voice sad. He needed to know if there was any clue about their mom. Although Coco was back, they wanted them to be back together. He could not bear the tought of his mother and his brothers all alone in danger. Coco let out a small laugh, wiping her tears. “I remember everything. I lied before because Mommy told me to. She said to pretend I didn’t know anything until I got home.” Anne instructed her to not speak anything about her until they were at home as she beli
The room went silent as the shocking truth sinking in. But Vance seemed the most disturbed of all. He was shaken and his thoughts immediately turning to his wife. She had been missing for days not even returning home when they found Coco. She was not answering his calls, and Vance couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling that she knew something about Anne’s connection to Jacob. Did Bella’s concern for Anne stem from the fact that she was Jacob’s daughter? Vance’s mind was a storm of confusion and anger. When Nicholas married Anne, nobody knew that she was Jacob's daughter. The Hart family had never tried to disclose this fact. They all believed that Nicholas’ wife was just a daughter of a man who worked for Nikolai. Nikolai turned to Nicholas, his voice filled with urgency. “We need to find Anne. They have taken her because she is their heir, and they are not going to let her go easily. We have to bring her back.”Coco looked up at Nikolai as her eyes were filled with curiosity and worry
Anne gazed out of the window from her room in the Queen’s palace, her heart heavy with both anger and helplessness. It had been three days since she had been taken from the Taylor Mansion, and seven days since her world was turned upside down by the kidnapping. They had made it clear that she would remain here until she gave birth, and after that, her newborns would be sent to Nicholas. As for Anne, she was destined to spend the rest of her life trapped in this palace, far from the people she loved.A maid entered her room, bowing slightly. “The Queen wishes for you to join her for dinner,” she said politely. Although they were polite to her but it was a mere farce. “I don’t feel like having food,” Anne replied coldly, her voice filled with defiance.The maid looked at her and insisted, “Please, Miss Swift.”Anne sighed, knowing all too well that refusing was not an option. She had learned quickly that these people would not accept her defiance. They would show her politeness out of
“Ahh!” The silence of the night shattered as the door to Amir’s room burst open, followed by his agonized screams. Amir ran out of the room with his body bloodied and covered in vicious lash marks nd bruises. He was in a horrific state while trembling and bleeding badly. “Prince Amir!” the guard stationed outside exclaimed and his eyes went wide with shock. He had never seen the prince in such a terrible condition. Without wasting a moment, the guard sprinted to the Queen’s study, where she was still involved in her working. “Your Majesty, Prince Amir!” he called out breathlessly.The Queen looked up, alarm flashing across her face. “What happened?”What did that stupid boy did again? The guard stammered, “He’s… he’s badly bruised! He is bleeding everywhere!”She ran out of her office with her heart racing. When she reached the hallway, Amir was slumped in a chair, shivering uncontrollably as a doctor tended to his wounds. His face was pale and eyes darting around in terror. Th
“How can it be you?” the queen whispered, her voice filled with disbelief as she stared at the figure sitting before her. Her life has been nothing but a roller coaster lately. Belrose smirked, a cold glint present in her eyes. “You should have known better than to mess with what’s mine.”The queen stood frozen as she was too stunned to speak. She tried to look for her weapon but before she could reach it, Belrose flicked her wrist, and a dagger whizzed past the queen’s face, fixing itself into the bedpost and narrowly missing her face by mere centimeters.“Don’t you dare move,” Belrose warned, her tone was sharp and commanding.“I-I…” The queen stammered, her voice shaky. “I meant no harm to Anne. I haven’t hurt her. I’m protecting her here in my palace.”She had so many excuses to give Belrose the right at this moment. Belrose’s gaze hardened. “Then why has not she been sent back? Charlotte was returned. Why not Anne?”The queen swallowed nervously, trying to muster her courage.
EpilogueThree Years Later“Dr. Hart?”Abella turned around to see a nurse hurrying toward her.“The patient in the NICU is responding to the medication,” the nurse informed her. “Could you check on her?”Without hesitation, Abella rushed to the NICU, her heart throbbing fast. That morning, the baby girl’s condition had been critical, but now, as she looked into those tiny, bright eyes, she felt a wave of relief.“Hey there, sweetheart,” Abella cooed, smiling warmly. “You’re such a fighter. You fought so hard to be here with your mom and dad.”The baby stared up at her, and Abella’s heart melted.“Yes, you’re such a strong, big girl,” she whispered, gently touching the baby’s hand.Outside the NICU, the parents expressed their gratitude; their tearful smiles reminded Abella why she had chosen this path. In moments like these, she was reminded of how beautiful it was to help save these little angels. But there were also the heartbreaking days, the ones where some angels didn’t make it.
Meanwhile, Kate and Rhys were sitting with Anne.“Why is Aunt suddenly changing colors?” Rhys asked.“Because she knows she was wrong and wants back what she lost,” Kate said matter-of-factly.Anne chuckled. “Kate, as much as I love your straightforward attitude, I’d appreciate it if you toned it down in front of Emery. She is… well, very touchy and fussy.”Kate shrugged. “MIL, I have a complaint. Coco and Sia had a girls’ day without me! Can you imagine? I’m trying to be as cool as them, but they left me out!”Rhys suppressed a chuckle. “Yes, Mom, they left my dear Kate out.”Anne played along. “That’s terrible, I’ll scold them,”“Yes, scold them well,” Kate agreed, then added mischievously, “but don’t tell them I snitched. Just say it was Rhys.”Anne smiled. “Alright, dear.” Then, she glanced at Kate. “I saw you have been spending time with Abella. How’s that going? I know you two weren’t close.”Kate sighed. “Everyone coddles her too much. She is living in disillusionment. Coco and
It was a beautiful day that was filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. Anne and Nicholas’s wedding anniversary had brought the entire family together, and the house was buzzing with warmth and joy.Nicholas turned to Anne as his eyes were soft with affection. “We have been together for forty years,” he said, a gentle smile on his lips.Anne smiled back, a touch of nostalgia in her gaze. “Yes, we made it this far.”Leaning in, Nicholas pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Thank you for giving me the chance to be your husband.”Anne’s voice was barely above a whisper as she responded, “Thank you for fighting for us.”Just then, Leon and Coco appeared out of nowhere while wrapping their arms around their parents in a tight hug. “If anyone deserves the credit, it’s us!” Leon declared with a grin. “We made sure you two ended up together.”Nicholas and Anne exchanged amused glances before nodding. “Yes,” Nicholas agreed, “and we’re very thankful for your scheming. Turns out, it w
“Did you match into your preferred branch of residency?” Madam Facci asked, excitement filling her voice.Abella swallowed. “Ma, I’m still checking the results,” she admitted. “I’m scared.”“You have nothing to be scared of, my dear. Just look,” she heard. With a deep breath, Abella entered her credentials for the residency match. Her eyes darted across the screen as the words appeared before her.“I…” Her voice caught in her throat.“What is it?” Madam Facci asked eagerly.“Pediatrics…” Abella whispered in disbelief.A joyful gasp came from the other end. “Oh my god! I am so happy for you, dear!”Abella’s chest tightened as she read the rest. “With NYU…” she murmured. “If I accept it, I will have to stay in New York.”Was she ready for this?Madam Facci’s voice was warm and reassuring. “Whatever you choose, we are proud of you. You’ve worked hard for this. Don’t overthink it, just enjoy this moment. You did it, Abella. I’m so, so proud of you.”That evening, the entire family gather
Augustus Hart was born a healthy, chubby baby with a bald head, looking absolutely perfect in every way. His arrival was so sudden that only Callum and Estelle were present at the hospital when her water broke. They barely had time to inform anyone, but Abella rushed over as soon as she found out.The moment Callum stepped out of the delivery room and saw his sister waiting outside, a wave of emotions hit him all at once. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight hug.“Congratulations, brother. I’m so proud of you,” Abella whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.Callum let out a shaky breath, still overwhelmed. “When did you get here?”“Just now,” she said with a smile. “How’s Estelle?”“Tired,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still cursing me.”Abella chuckled. “And the baby?”“Just perfect,” Callum said, his eyes softening. “Come inside. She is going to be so happy to see you.”When Estelle saw Abella, she let out a small gasp before pulling her into a long, tight
After her divorce, Abella didn’t leave the country. Cillian had given her a staggering sum in alimony, even going as far as naming half of his assets to her, but she refused to take a single dime. She had her own inheritance. More money than she could ever need. But what could wealth do? It couldn’t buy her happiness. It couldn’t fill the void in her heart.Cillian knew her too well; he didn’t push her to accept anything. He let her go, even when it shattered him.When her mother lived in Italy with Coco and Leon, alongside her uncle Nate, she had bought a beautiful bungalow. It had never been sold, left untouched over the years. When Abella married Cillian, Leon had given her the key to that house as a quiet token of their family’s past. There were two bungalows beside each other, one where her mother had raised her two older siblings, and the other where her father had stayed, the place where her parents had met and reunited. One had been passed down to Charlotte, the other to Leon.
Cillian stared at her, his throat tightening as he heard the finality in her voice. He had imagined this conversation a thousand different ways, but none of them had prepared him for the calm and almost serene acceptance in her eyes.“Abella…” He whispered her name like a prayer, like a plea. “Can we please rethink this?”Abella smiled. It was a soft, bittersweet smile that made his chest ache.“Cillian, there is nothing to rethink,” she said gently. “Alessandro came to see me. He told me that he was leaving the country with his mother. He said he doesn’t want to come between us, that he would be happy if you called him once in a while and only if it was okay with me.” She let out a humorless chuckle. “That’s too big of a burden for me to carry. I mean, I don’t care how you navigate your relationship with your son. But I will give you one piece of advice: don’t be a jerk. Don’t hurt one more person. You have already hurt me, you have hurt him, and you have hurt his mother. Stop making
Cillian reached for her hand, his grip firm but trembling as well. “Abella, please listen to me. I’m sorry. I made a mistake by not telling you the truth. Can you please forgive me?” His voice cracked with desperation.She looked at him, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” she said softly.Cillian’s breath hitched, and he tried again. “Please, I’ll change. I’ll work on myself. Just give me a chance.” His hands clenched at his sides as if willing himself not to break apart. “I don’t want to see you like this, so shattered. You mean so fucking much to me. Please.”But to Abella, his words felt like echoes in an empty room. They were hollow and weightless. Once upon a time, she had longed to hear them, had dreamed of a moment where he would look at her like this, beg for her, choose her. But now? Now, they felt unimportant. They meant nothing.She exhaled, rubbing her temple. “I heard you. But my head is splitting apart, Cillian. Can you please just go back to your house? I just w
Madam Facci looked at her son, her expression undecipherable. She had seen Cillian walk through storms without flinching, but today, he stood before her looking utterly wrecked. His usually sharp eyes were bloodshot, his arm wound had reopened, staining his sleeve with fresh blood, yet none of that seemed to matter to him or anyone at this point.“What do you want, Cillian?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind.“I’m here to see Abella,” he said. His voice was hoarse, almost desperate.Madam Facci crossed her arms. “I’m sure you have no idea what happened last night.”“I know,” he admitted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I just want to explain things to her. She is overthinking this, and there is nothing much to overthink. I just—” He exhaled sharply. “I just want to make everything okay.”A wry smile tugged at Madam Facci’s lips, but there was no amusement in her eyes. “Son,” she said, “we can never tell someone what is worth overthinking or not. For you, th