When the Hart family arrived at the hospital in L.A., where Sia was being treated, an eerie silence blanketed the entire environment. It was as though everyone had been rendered speechless by the turn of the situation. The stillness was so profound that even the faintest sound, like a pin dropping, could be heard. It was terrifying to be in the same room. Outside the operation theatre, Kate stood with a tense expression, her eyes fixed on the closed doors. Guards were stationed all around the hospital wing, ensuring no one unauthorized could enter. The entire wing had been locked down, with security on high alert. It was nearly impossible for anyone to penetrate the tightly sealed area.The security team that had failed to protect Sia during the critical incident faced severe consequences. Though they argued it had all happened in a matter of seconds, too quick for them to react the responsibility of their failure burdened heavily on them, and the entire team bore the brunt of the pun
In New York,The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the grand halls of the Kennedy mansion as a group of police officers entered the estate. The guards at the entrance attempted to block their path, but a female officer pushed past them, flashing her badge with authority. Her team followed close behind. Matthew Kennedy was alerted by his staff about the unexpected intrusion and so he quickly stepped out to meet them. His expression was both surprise and irritation as he confronted the officers.The female cop handed him an arrest warrant, her tone firm and professional. “We are here to arrest Olivia Kennedy.”Matthew’s brows furrowed deeply as he stared at the warrant. Shock rippled through him. He knew his wife, Olivia, wasn’t exactly a law-abiding citizen. Her involvement in shady dealings and illegal activities had always been a poorly kept secret. But this? The police showing up at his home to arrest her? It was unprecedented. Who was powerful enough to file a complaint aga
After Olivia was taken away, Matthew wasted no time and immediately sent his lawyer to the police station. When the lawyer returned, his face was grim.“Mr. Kennedy,” he began, “The allegations against Mrs. Kennedy are serious. Attempted murder is no minor charge. And the prosecution isn’t just any legal team. Alessia Swift’s lawyer is Pierce Nixon, from Hart Law Firms. He is renowned for his work in the International Criminal Court and the International Court of Justice. With a reputation like his, it is clear the other party is bringing out the big guns. These aren’t allegations they’re taking lightly.”Matthew listened in stunned silence. The name Pierce Nixon alone sent a chill down his spine. He knew the caliber of legal battles Nixon handled and realized this wasn’t just a local issue, it was a high-stakes fight.“Where is Alessia?” Matthew finally asked, desperate for answers. The question had been burning in his mind ever since he learned of the allegations.“Unfortunately,” th
“Dad, where is Matthew? Why isn’t he here with you? Doesn’t he believe me? Please trust me. I didn’t kill Alessia! I was at home the entire time,” Olivia cried. The thought that Matthew might side with Alessia over her was unbearable.How could he do this to her? After everything she had done to be with him? She had gone to every length imaginable while sacrificing her integrity, and her morals, and even manipulating her mother into helping her eliminate Alessia. And now, Matthew’s fickle loyalty was shattering her world.She seethed inwardly. Why was he making such a big deal out of it now?When he wanted to marry her, he didn’t hesitate to suggest removing Alessia from the equation. If Alessia had died back then, she wouldn’t be causing trouble now. It was his idea to leave that woman vulnerable, shredded to pieces in every possible way. And now, he dared to pull away?“I trust you,” her father, John, said gently. “Olivia, please don’t cry. Daddy trusts you.”She clung to those word
“How is Sia?” Leon asked, his voice shaking as the bright lights of the operating theatre turned off, and the doctors stepped out with serious expressions on their faces. One of the doctors took a deep breath and said, “We have done everything we could. But... she has slipped into a coma. The injury to her brain is very severe. We did our best, but now we can only wait and hope.”Leon froze for a moment, his mind refusing to process the words. Then his knees wobbled, and he stumbled as though his body couldn’t hold him up anymore.“Will she be okay?” Charlotte asked, her words shivering with fear as she clung to her mother’s hand for support.The doctor looked at her, his face full of concern. “Her injuries are very serious,” he explained gently. “Until she wakes up from the coma, we can’t predict anything. It is a waiting game now.”With that, the doctors left, leaving the Hart family standing in the cold hallway. The hours passed, and the night dragged on but Sia’s condition didn’t c
Leon’s voice trembled as he made his vow, his heart aching with every word. All he could do now was hope she could hear him and feel his love even in her deepest silence.“You have been alone for three days,” Leon said, “The loneliness must have come to eat you. Loneliness is not good. I have felt it so I know. Baby, you must have your fair share of loneliness in life.” He gazed at her face, still beautiful despite the injuries that marked it, and whispered softly, his voice laced with bittersweet nostalgia. “Do you remember how we first met, Sia? I bet you don’t. But I do. Every little detail is etched in my mind like it happened yesterday. Thank God I have an eidetic memory,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.“You were seven years old, completely covered in mud from head to toe,” he began, his tone warm as he painted the picture. “You were out there in my grandfather’s yard, planting vegetables with your grandmother. You looked a mess with mud everywhere. Honestly, you wer
“Has Sia’s condition improved?” Ellora asked, her voice heavy with concern as they sat together in the living room.Abella shook her head gently. “No, she is still in a coma. There haven’t been any changes but at least her condition hasn’t gotten worse.”Ellora frowned, leaning back in her chair. “Hmm. It has been a month now and there is not even the slightest improvement.”“Grandma, let’s keep hope,” Abella said with a soft smile. “Everything will be okay. Mom and Dad are back today, and they managed to get Sia moved to a hospital in New York. She will finally be closer to us.”Ellora sighed deeply. “Everyone has just been away for so long, staying there all this time.” Her eyes scanned the room, and she asked, “Where is Nash? I haven’t seen him all morning.”“He has college interviews,” Abella explained.Ellora clicked her tongue in disapproval. “We just got him back, and now he is planning to go far away again? If he listens to us, we can just enroll him in the same college as you.
Ellora didn’t reply immediately. She just nodded silently, absorbing her son’s words. Perhaps, her son was right. But it did not made her to stop thinking that Nicholas could be wrong. A little while later, Nash returned home. He greeted Anne and Nicholas then asked about Sia.“Belly told us you had a college interview today. How did it go?” Nicholas asked.Nash, a bit nervous, replied, “I’m not sure. I was just too nervous.”Nicholas smiled and rubbed the back of his head. “It will be fine, son. You are a bright kid. You will do great.”Nash blushed and was embarrassed by his uncle’s sudden concern and so he looked down at his feet. “Umm, where is she?” Nash asked, looking around for someone.Abella replied, “Maybe she is in your dad’s room.”At that moment, Sabrina walked down the stairs. Nash immediately ran toward her, starting to chat non-stop.“Slow down,” Sabrina laughed. “I’m right here.”But Nash wasn’t listening, dragging her to the other side of the room and continuing to
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