The morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of the Robinson estate’s dining room, casting a warm glow on the table set with an elegant breakfast spread. Alex and Klarisse sat side by side, their movements relaxed yet subtly attuned to each other. The previous night’s intimacy had left them both with a renewed sense of connection, and it showed in their every glance and gesture. Angela Robinson observed them from across the table, her sharp eyes flicking between her son and daughter-in-law. She had always been perceptive, and this morning, she couldn't ignore the shift in their dynamic. Alex, who usually kept his interactions with Klarisse polite but distant, now seemed attentive and engaged. Klarisse, on the other hand, appeared more at ease, her usual reserved demeanor replaced by a quiet confidence. As Bronson Robinson buttered his toast, he too noticed the subtle change. “You two seem...different this morning,” he remarked with a small smile, his tone laced with curi
Life for Alex and Klarisse had settled into a harmonious routine, one that brought comfort and joy to both of them. Each morning, Alex would drive Klarisse to her café before heading off to the Robinson’s office. He’d work through the day, handling the weighty responsibilities of their business empire, but his mind often wandered back to the thought of picking her up later. By the time evening rolled around, Alex would fetch Klarisse, and they’d spend their evenings enjoying dinner together or sharing quiet, intimate moments in their shared home. Klarisse couldn’t have asked for anything more. For the first time in her life, she felt like she truly belonged—not just as a part of the Fowls family or as a caretaker of her late sister’s responsibilities, but as herself. She was Klarisse, Alex’s wife, and someone who was deeply cherished. However, the steady rhythm of their routine took an unexpected turn one afternoon. Klarisse had been feeling strangely off for a few days—tired, dizzy
Alex had always been a dependable partner, but now, as Klarisse carried their child, he had stepped into an even more protective and attentive role. He ensured that she never missed a doctor’s appointment, that she ate nutritious meals, and that she didn’t overwork herself, especially when she was at her cafe. Alex's actions were tender but firm, leaving Klarisse with little room to argue when he deemed something necessary for her well-being.Bronson and Angela, Alex’s parents, had taken this opportunity to heighten their protective measures. They insisted on assigning bodyguards to Klarisse, not just at the mansion but even when she was at her cafe. Klarisse, fiercely independent and used to handling things on her own, immediately protested against the idea."Bodyguards? At the cafe? That's ridiculous!" Klarisse exclaimed during breakfast, setting her fork down a little harder than intended. "It’s not like I’m going to be running into danger while serving coffee and pastries."Angela
Klarisse stood in front of the closed doors of her cafe, confused. It wasn’t like Allie to shut down operations without informing her. She tried calling Allie, but her phone kept going to voicemail. Klarisse furrowed her brows, shifting uncomfortably in her maternity dress as Alex stood beside her, looking far too casual for someone who had been dragged into this mystery. "Are you sure you don’t know what’s going on?" Klarisse asked Alex, her suspicion growing. Alex raised his hands in mock innocence. "I’m just as clueless as you are, love. But why don’t we go inside and figure it out together?" Skeptical, Klarisse reached for the door, pushing it open. The moment she stepped inside, a loud, unified cheer erupted. "Surprise!" The room was filled with friends, family, and even some of her regular customers, all beaming at her. Balloons in soft pastel colors floated around the cafe, and banners that read *“Welcome, Baby Robinson!”* were strung up across the walls. A table near the
The evening at the cafe had settled into a comfortable quiet, the aftermath of laughter and celebration still lingering in the air. Klarisse and Alex sat side by side in one of the cozy booths, their hands intertwined as they sipped on decaffeinated tea. The soft glow of the string lights gave the room a warm, intimate atmosphere. "So," Alex began, his fingers intertwined with Klarisse's on the table, "do you have any favorite names in mind yet? You’ve probably been secretly thinking about this for months, haven’t you?" Klarisse laughed softly. "I might have a list or two on my phone," she admitted, biting her lip. "But I want us to decide together. It should be something meaningful for both of us." Alex leaned back in his chair, a playful smile on his lips. "Alright then, let’s hear some of your ideas first. Ladies’ choice." "Okay," Klarisse said, sitting up straighter. "For a girl, I was thinking something elegant but not overly complicated, like *Elise* or *Clara*. Clara’s kind
The following day, Klarisse had decided to stay home to rest after the tiresome baby shower. Alex wanted to stay home as well, but Klarisse reminded him that he had to attend another meeting with the Marconi's deal. Alex agreed but reminded Klarisse to call him anytime, if she needed anything.As Klarisse sat by the window of their spacious bedroom, a soft breeze from the garden below swept through the curtains. The sunlight played against the walls, but Klarisse’s heart was weighed down by thoughts that refused to leave her alone. She gently rubbed her growing belly, trying to focus on the excitement of their little one’s arrival. But her mind kept drifting back to Maxine. She leaned back in the armchair, staring at her phone resting on the table nearby. She hadn’t tried calling Maxine again since her previous attempts were ignored. A part of her was thankful for the silence—it spared her from any confrontation—but another part of her wondered what Maxine was thinking, or if she was
Klarisse sat in the passenger seat of Alex’s car, staring out the window as the city passed by in a blur. Today felt different. There was an inexplicable restlessness inside her, a feeling she couldn’t quite place. Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was something deeper, something she wasn’t ready to face yet.Alex, ever the doting husband, shot her quick glances as he drove. He had been more protective than ever, which she appreciated, but today, she needed space. She needed to breathe.“Are you sure you want the café closed today?” Alex asked cautiously, his voice laced with concern. “You’ve never closed it before, not even when you were sick.”Klarisse exhaled, already expecting this reaction. “Yes, Alex. Just for today. I just… need a break.”He tightened his grip on the steering wheel but didn’t argue. “And the bodyguards?”She turned to him, her gaze pleading. “Can’t I have one day without them hovering around me?”Alex hesitated. His natural instinct was to keep
The sun had long dipped beyond the horizon when Alex finally pulled up near Klarisse’s café. The warm glow from the windows illuminated the otherwise quiet street, and he could see shadows moving inside—likely Klarisse and Allie finishing up for the night. He glanced at the bouquet of fresh lilies and roses in the passenger seat and exhaled softly. He hoped this would lift her mood, though he wasn’t entirely sure why she had insisted on staying longer at the café today. Alex had deliberately given her space, trusting Allie’s message that Klarisse just needed some time. Still, a gnawing concern had been lingering at the back of his mind all evening. Ever since she woke up that morning, she had been acting different—more withdrawn, more restless. It wasn’t the first time her pregnancy had affected her moods, but this felt like something else. Something deeper. Pushing the thought aside, Alex stepped out of the car, straightened his suit, and walked toward the café door. The small bell
The morning sunlight filtered through the lace-curtained windows of the Robinson estate’s bridal suite, painting delicate patterns on the floor. The house was filled with movement—florists arranging centerpieces, chefs preparing hors d’oeuvres, staff bustling about in well-rehearsed harmony. But inside the suite, there was a hush, as if the whole world had paused to take a breath.Allie stood before the mirror, wrapped in a silky white robe, her hair half-curled, makeup just beginning. Her dress hung nearby—sleek, elegant, with a train that whispered stories of power and grace.Klarisse knelt at Allie’s feet, gently sliding on the wedding shoes—blush-colored satin heels with tiny crystals stitched along the sides. She looked up at her best friend, smiling faintly.“Still fits,” Klarisse teased lightly, adjusting the buckle.Allie laughed softly. “You doubted me?”“I’ve seen how much cake you’ve stress-eaten this past week.”“I will *not* be shamed on my wedding day,” Allie replied wit
Two weeks after the proposal, the Robinson estate was a whirlwind of activity again—not for another battle or family council, but something far more nerve-wracking for Artemis Robinson:**Planning a wedding.**“Tell me again why we can’t just elope?” Artemis muttered, leaning against the edge of his desk in the west wing study. He was flipping through a thick leather-bound wedding planning book that Allie had left on his desk, a pencil tucked behind his ear like a reluctant student.“Because I want to walk down an aisle and make someone cry,” Allie called out as she entered, two sets of color swatches fanned in her hands. “And Klarisse’s dad *will* cry if I ask him to walk me down. I want that.”Artemis paused, setting the book down. “You’re really asking Alan and Kareen to give you away?”Allie walked over and plopped the swatches in front of him, her smile a little more tender this time. “I don’t have parents of my own, Artemis. But Klarisse’s mom and dad… they’ve always treated me
It started with a text.“Dinner at the Robinson estate. Mandatory.” — Artemis.Klarisse had laughed reading it. Artemis had never been one for flowery messages. But something in the tone—something just a little too smug, too deliberately vague—had her raising an eyebrow.So when the black cars began arriving at the estate that evening, one by one, the anticipation was palpable.Klarisse and Alex were already waiting in the garden courtyard when Artemis and Allie arrived. The warm sunset cast an amber glow over the Robinson mansion’s elegant architecture. The old stone walls seemed to welcome the peace that had finally returned after months of chaos.Allie looked radiant, though she tried to pretend she wasn’t glowing. Klarisse didn’t miss the way she kept fiddling with her hand, trying to act casual as her fingers grazed a very new, very obvious ring.Klarisse’s jaw dropped. “Is that—?”“Oh my God,” Kareen gasped from behind, having just stepped onto the patio with Alan right beside h
The quiet of the chapel was sacred.Not in the religious sense—though the carved stone walls and flickering candles held a solemn grace—but in the way it held time still. Like the universe, for once, had exhaled and let the moment stretch.Allie stepped inside, heart pounding. The heavy wooden doors shut gently behind her, and she was alone with Artemis. No guards. No family. No chaos. Just them, in this sanctuary of silence and light.Artemis turned as she entered, his hands momentarily tightening around the envelope he still held. He looked nervous—not the kind of nervous that came from fear, but the trembling tension of someone who had planned something down to the smallest detail and still hoped it would be enough.“Allie,” he breathed, almost like a prayer.She smiled, soft and shaky, her heels clicking faintly on the stone floor as she approached him. “You’ve been busy,” she said, eyes flitting over the candlelit chapel.“You deserve something beautiful,” Artemis said. “And quie
Two months may not have healed everything, but it had settled the waves—enough for the dust to breathe, for wounds to scab, and for hearts to begin beating steady again.Allie stood barefoot in the garden courtyard of the Fowl estate, the spring sun painting soft gold across her face. A breeze brushed through her hair, lifting strands and carrying the scent of fresh blooms—lavender, jasmine, and roses that Kareen had insisted on planting just outside the kitchen patio. It was peaceful here, almost deceivingly so.And yet, something tugged at her nerves.She couldn’t name it, but she could feel it—the prickle at the back of her neck, the way Artemis had been a little too quiet lately. Not distant, just… thoughtful. Intentional. Secretive, in the kind of way that made her stomach flip.“Allie?”Kareen’s voice pulled her back. Allie turned to see Klarisse’s mother walking across the stones with a tray of lemon tea and fresh fruit.“You’ve been out here for over an hour,” Kareen said gent
Two months had passed since the bloodied dusk that marked the end of Luca Marconi’s reign.The world had not paused for mourning.It moved on, rebuilding and reshaping itself, as Artemis knew it always would. The Council of Five held steady, each family returning to a new rhythm, with silence taking the place of war drums—for now.But amidst this calm after the storm, Artemis found himself tangled in a far more intimate battle: one of the heart.It was early evening when Artemis entered the private terrace of the Robinson estate, where Alexander now resided with Klarisse and the twins. The sky was streaked in soft golds and violet hues, the sea whispering beyond the hedges. Artemis was dressed with effortless elegance—dark tailored slacks, rolled-up sleeves, his usual severity slightly softened by something deeper, more thoughtful.Alexander was already there, sitting with a tumbler of scotch in hand, staring absently at the view. He glanced up, a small smirk tugging at the corner of
The silence that enveloped the Robinson mansion was a stark contrast to the chaos that had once filled its walls. The events that had transpired in the last few weeks had left their mark on everyone—physically, emotionally, and mentally. Klarisse, still recovering from her ordeal, had found solace in the comfort of her family, but a lingering tension remained between her and Alexander. The love they once shared had been tested in ways neither of them could have foreseen.As Klarisse sat on the couch in the drawing room, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of a teacup, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still broken between her and Alexander. She knew he had made the choice to save Maxine, but the wound it had caused—her heart still ached from it.Klarisse had spent a lot of time in her own thoughts, trying to piece together the confusion that had clouded her mind ever since the rescue. She understood why he had saved Maxine first, but it didn’t stop the feeling o
The Robinson Mansion stood tall, its grandeur undeniable against the backdrop of the fading afternoon light. The vast marble pillars at the entrance gleamed under the sun, and the soft hum of the fountain echoed through the front yard. It was a place of opulence and power, but for Klarisse, it felt like something else entirely—a place that once held love, hope, and dreams, now tainted by pain and loss. But as the car carrying her, Alexander, and the twins slowly made its way up the long driveway, she couldn’t help but feel a sliver of something else too: a possibility for renewal.Klarisse looked out the window, her eyes wandering over the familiar yet distant landscape. She had spent the last several weeks in a haze of uncertainty, shuttling between the Fowl mansion and the safety of her own mind, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of her life. The twins, Lucas and Liana, had been a constant source of strength, but it hadn’t been easy. The mansion had once felt like hom
The sunlight filtered through the windows of the Fowl Estate, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet halls. Birds chirped in the garden beyond the veranda, but the house inside was subdued—a careful silence, the kind that comes after a storm. The kind that waited.Klarisse sat near the window of the guest room she’d been staying in, a blanket draped over her lap, her hands gently wrapped around a porcelain teacup. Though her wounds had begun to heal, there was a deep ache still resting behind her ribs. She had moved little over the past few days. Her body was fragile, but her soul felt even more so.The soft patter of little feet came before the door creaked open. Lucas and Liana peeked in, holding hands. Their eyes lit up as they saw her.“Mommy,” Liana whispered.“Come in, babies,” Klarisse smiled faintly, holding her arms out. The twins ran to her, snuggling into her embrace. Lucas leaned against her side while Liana curled up in her lap.It was moments like this that reminde