Leon glanced at her, amused as he filled his bottle. “Dinner is on the dining table,” he said casually, as if it hadn’t been her pride keeping her from eating all evening.Sia narrowed her eyes, harrumphing before responding proudly, “I’m fine with my own food.”Leon’s lips twitched in amusement but he said nothing and left her to her cold and buttered bread.As Sia said this, Leon had a look on his face that she knew all too well. But she brushed it off, reminding herself that it wasn’t material things that defined wealth, it was the hard work behind them. Wasn’t that what John Locke said? Mixing labor with the goods of nature makes it your private property. It was her effort that turned those slices of bread into a meal, not his.Proud of herself, she was heading back to her room when she noticed Leon lounging on the couch while flipping through the pages of a book. Grinning, she couldn’t resist throwing a jab at him.She said with a tone full of arrogance that can even put God to a
The gloating Sia, who had gone to bed thinking she had everything under control, woke up with a sharp and unbearable stomachache. When she sat up, she noticed a huge blood stain on the mattress."Oh shoot!" Sia groaned. "Do they have to come now? I can't deal with this right now!" Another wave of pain shot through her stomach, radiating to her pelvis and back. "Oh my god, I'm going to die! I will die on this deserted island!"Her body had always been out of sync and her periods were pure suffering which often requiring medical intervention. They only lasted two days, but those two days were hell.If there was one thing Sia valued more than her arrogance and wealth, it was her life. No one else loved her so she had learned to love herself.Swallowing her pride, she went to find Leon. She opened the door to his bedroom and he jerked awake from sleep, instantly sensing something was wrong by the way she called his name."Leon!" He asked, "What happened?""I need painkillers! The stronges
Leon hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My mom has some health issues, but I have never seen her in pain like this. And Coco and Belly... they don’t suffer this much either. I have never seen them go through something like what you just did."She answered, “That’s because they don’t have ruined bodies.”“I don’t get it,” Leon said.Sia opened her eyes and with a casual tone that reduced the severity of her words, replied, “Try having two abortions, four miscarriages, and taking countless emergency contraceptives. It is a miracle I don’t have ovarian cancer yet.”Leon was too stunned to speak. “Why would someone go through that?” he asked, unable to fathom the intensity of what she had endured.She smiled bitterlyt. “Try marrying a narcissistic asshole who thinks his wife is his personal prostitute, someone he can use however he wants without ever taking responsibility.”Leon could only stare at her, lost for words. She spoke with such detachment as if these weren’t her own devas
“What do you think you are doing?” Leon asked, his eyes widening as he saw her draped in a towel and was standing in the living room. Her smooth, sun-kissed legs seemed to stretch for miles and the droplets of water from her hair glistened against her rosy skin which was freshly warmed from the shower.It was not the kind of scene he had imagined waking up to.“What am I doing?” she asked casually as she was moving closer to him on the couch with her magnetic presence. She blinked at him, batting her eyelashes as if to charm him further. Tentatively, she reached for his hand and her fingers trailing down to his chest. Her touch was soft but purposive, igniting a spark of desire that he tried desperately to suppress.This woman… He didn’t want to fall for her games, but she was a damn player.“Leon…” she whispered as she positioned herself on top of him whilw her gaze was smoldering with intention. “Can you feel it?” she purred, her voice low and sultry as she leaned in while her li
Sia grinned back at him but her attention was quickly drawn outside. The lively sounds of children playing and people chatting caught her ear. Curiosity got the best of her and she made her way to the gate as she was eager to see what was happening. However, as she stepped outside, Lucifer barked loudly, blocking her path.This damn dog again! Scared, she dashed back inside and hid behind Leon. “Ask your dog not to scare me! I’m just curious. And where can I even run from here?” she exclaimed, her heart racing.“Lucifer, come back!” Leon called, asking his dog to return.With the dog settled, Sia cautiously stepped forward to catch a look of the scene outside. A group of women dressed in traditional dresses marched by as some showcased swords and arrows plays while others danced in groups. The atmosphere was filled with the beats of drums and the melody of various musical instruments. The air buzzed with energy as a small group of older ladies dressed in deep red carried something co
When the veneration ended in the evening, it started to snow lightly. Under the soft snowfall, the tribal men and women linked arms, laughing and dancing happily. Then, they all sang a song dedicated to their deity.After that, they hugged their family members, as if asking the deity to bless their lives with happiness and love. Leon and Sia stood there, watching everything in awe. An older woman gently pushed them towards each other.The sounds around them seemed to fade, and all they could see and feel was each other. It felt like they were alone in the moment. With a gentle push, they awkwardly hugged each other. Then, as the people kissed their spouses on the cheeks, someone nudged them to do the same.Leon and Sia looked into each other’s eyes. Their gaze slowly fell to each other’s lips. Leon’s hands came up to cup her face, and Sia closed her eyes as his lips softly touched hers. She waited for more, but nothing happened for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes, she found him
“What do you want for dinner?” Leon asked Sia as he stood in the kitchen.“Nothing,” Sia replied.“You’re not going to have dinner?” he asked again, raising an eyebrow.She grinned at him. He was now fully dressed, no longer shirtless like earlier and she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Still, with the temperature as low as it was, it made sense as nobody wanted to catch pneumonia just to look good.“Dinner, Sia?” he repeated.“I will just have some bread,” she said casually.Leon chuckled, amused. “You can’t just eat bread. You need real food.”Sia shrugged, “Leon, I’m PMSing. I can eat whatever I want.”He looked a bit puzzled. “Didn’t you just finish your period? How can you have pre-menstrual syndrome now?”Sia rolled her eyes, explaining, “Some women get Post-Menstrual Syndrome too. So, it is that kind of PMS.”Leon raised an eyebrow and made a mental note. “Post-menstrual syndrome, huh?”“Yeah,” she nodded. “I get pre, during, and post. One week before, one week after.
The next morning, Sia awoke to the sight of a snowstorm outside and the world beyond the window was covered in a thick blanket of white. Leon was still asleep beside her and as she looked around, she remembered where they were, lying on the floor with two blankets near the fireplace to keep them warm.She was sweating under the layers, but she didn’t dare move, not wanting to disturb Leon’s peaceful rest. As she stared at him, a thought crossed her mind, last night, they had shared the warmth of each other’s bodies, fully clothed. But she wasn't sure how long that boundary would hold in the future. Something had shifted between them, and she wasn't sure what would come next.Sia’s heart raced as she studied Leon’s face and was admiring the way his long lashes brushed against his cheeks, his dark curls tousled from sleep. His full lips, high cheekbones, and strong chin were captivating. Anne and Nicholas Hart gave their best features to their son. He looked almost too perfect to be rea
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