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The drive to the Fowl Estate was quiet but thoughtful. Alexander kept one hand on the steering wheel, his other resting on Klarisse’s thigh as she gazed out the window, deep in thought. Their conversation with Bronson and Angela the day before had left them both shaken, but not lost. Instead, they had gained clarity on what they needed to do next. “We should reach out to Artemis ourselves,” Klarisse finally said, breaking the silence. Alex kept his eyes on the road, but she could see his grip on the wheel tighten slightly. “You really think he’ll listen?” She turned to him, reaching for his free hand. “I don’t know. But I do know that if we let more time pass, he might disappear again. And if we don’t try, we’ll always wonder what could have happened.” Alex sighed, his fingers lacing with hers. “I just… I don’t know what to say to him.” Klarisse gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Then we figure it out together.” Alex nodded, appreciating her support. He had spent years resenti
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The soft chime of the café’s entrance bell rang as Alexander and Klarisse stepped inside, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. The café had always been Klarisse’s safe haven—a place where things felt lighter, where conversations flowed easier, and where difficult truths were somehow easier to digest. Tonight, she hoped it would have the same effect on Artemis. Alexander had arranged for them to meet here, away from the weight of the Robinson estate and its legacy. Here, they weren’t heirs or businessmen—they were just people trying to make sense of their tangled pasts. Artemis was already there, seated at a corner booth, his posture relaxed but his sharp eyes watching their every move. He had always exuded a quiet intensity, a presence that commanded attention without effort. His dark suit contrasted with the rustic charm of the café, making him stand out even more. As they approached, he gave a slow nod, his expression unreadable
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The Robinson Mansion was alive with movement, the air filled with the delicious aromas of expertly prepared dishes and the quiet hum of last-minute preparations. The grand dining hall, always impressive, had been set to perfection—fine china gleaming under the golden glow of the chandelier, fresh floral arrangements adding warmth to the formal setting, and an air of anticipation thick enough to be cut with a knife. This wasn’t just any dinner. This was a dinner with Artemis. For years, Bronson and Angela Robinson had dreamed of having their family whole again. And now, with Artemis finally stepping back into their lives, they wanted to make sure he felt welcome, not as a guest, but as their son. Klarisse had spent the afternoon keeping Alex calm. Her husband was nervous, though he would never admit it. Instead, he had kept himself busy, overseeing the kitchen staff, double-checking the seating arrangements, and, at one point, even arranging and rearranging the wine selection. “Ale
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Allie was seated at the counter, her fingers quickly flipping through the pages of the café’s accounting books. She was nearly done with her monthly earnings report, a task she had done countless times before, but tonight, she felt more exhausted than usual. Maybe it was because Klarisse wasn’t around as much, or perhaps it was just the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders. Either way, she was more than ready to call it a night. Then, the doorbell chimed. At first, she didn’t look up, assuming it was just a late customer hoping for a last-minute coffee. But when she finally lifted her gaze, her breath hitched slightly. Artemis. Standing tall in the doorway, dressed in a sharp black suit that made him look effortlessly sophisticated, he exuded confidence. His presence alone shifted the atmosphere of the café, drawing attention without even trying. Allie blinked, momentarily stunned. Klarisse hadn’t mentioned that Artemis would be stopping by. In fact, Klarisse h
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The Fowl Estate was unusually quiet that afternoon. Klarisse sat on the patio, gently rocking one of the twins in her arms while the other napped inside under the watchful eye of their nanny. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the garden, offering a sense of peace—something she rarely got these days. With Alexander busy handling a road project and her parents doting over the twins, she finally had a moment to herself. That was until the unexpected guest arrived. Artemis Robinson. Klarisse had just taken a sip of her iced tea when she saw him walking toward her, his signature confident stride making it clear he wasn’t just here for a casual visit. She raised an eyebrow as he approached. “Artemis. Didn’t expect to see you here.” “I hope I’m not interrupting,” he said, stopping just short of the patio. Klarisse smiled knowingly. “You wouldn’t care even if you were.” Artemis chuckled. “Fair point.” He glanced down at the sleeping baby in her arms. “I see the little ones are keepin
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The sun had begun to dip behind the Venetian skyline, casting a golden hue over the waters that shimmered in quiet celebration. The courtyard outside the Robinson estate had been transformed into something out of a dream—soft lights strung across olive trees, long tables draped with ivory linen, and floral centerpieces that echoed the chapel’s quiet elegance.It was a wedding unlike any other, not because of grandeur, but because of the people who filled the space—warriors who had survived storms, families that had known loss and loyalty, love that had been forged through fire. Now, they all gathered to celebrate something rare and sacred: peace.Laughter mingled with the gentle notes of live jazz that played from the corner of the garden, where a small band swayed to their own rhythm. Glasses clinked. Plates were passed around. Children danced between chairs, their giggles like chimes in the evening air.At the center of it all sat Artemis and Allie—finally able to breathe.Allie, st
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The chapel stood as a picture of timeless elegance—high arched ceilings adorned with soft ivory flowers, pews lined with garlands of eucalyptus and roses, and candlelight casting a golden glow that made everything feel touched by magic. There was a hush in the air, the kind of reverent stillness that wrapped around everyone as they took their seats, waiting for something sacred to begin.Artemis Valen stood at the front, his hands clasped behind his back, every inch of him polished and regal in his tailored charcoal suit. But even as the strong face of a mafia heir, his eyes betrayed him. They searched the entrance again and again, restless, expectant. The man who commanded operations with a single nod now seemed like he was barely holding it together.Alexander stood beside him, proud and composed in his role as best man. His hand occasionally patted Artemis’s shoulder, grounding him. He leaned in, speaking low enough for only his brother to hear.“You’re not going to faint, are you?
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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
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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
