Anderson Seeing Kelly inches away from me made my heart throb, and my fists clenched involuntarily. Damn it. How could she look even more beautiful now than she did back then? Her figure, the way that dress hugged her curves, the defiance in her eyes, it was all too much.Memories of the past crashed over me, flooding my senses like a wave. I couldn’t help but think about the way she used to laugh, the way she used to smile at me like I was her whole world. And now, here she was, standing in front of me, her face betraying nothing.I miss her.The thought came unbidden, raw and vulnerable. I hated myself for it, but I couldn't help it. But it wasn’t just want, it was need.Before I could stop myself, I was already closing the distance between us. My hands moved on their own, pinning her against the wall. Her sharp gasp cut through, and her eyes widened in shock.“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed, her voice low but shaking with anger and something else—fear?I cupped her che
AndersonThe hall was emptied out quickly, the sound of polite conversations fading into soft echoes as guests began to leave. My mind wasn’t on the diminishing crowd, though—it was on Kate. Where the hell did she go?Mr. Davis was speaking to me, his tone calm but probing, as though he sensed something was off.“Is everything all right, Anderson?” he asked, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.“Yeah,” I replied quickly, though my gaze kept darting toward the corners of the room. I couldn’t stop searching, scanning for any sign of kate.Mr. Davis tilted his head, clearly unconvinced, but I didn’t have time to address his concerns.“Excuse me for a moment,” I said, cutting him off mid-sentence and stepping away.I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I walked, dialing Kate’s number. It rang once, twice, then straight to voicemail.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.I made my way through the remaining clusters of guests, checking every corner of the hall. No sign of her. My frustration
AndersonKate didn’t say a word as I gripped her wrist and guided her into the car. The door slammed shut behind her, and the silence was suffocating between us, only interrupted by the soft sound of the engine.I turned to her, barely able to keep my voice calm. “What the hell was that?”Kate arched an eyebrow, her tone icy. “What the hell was what?”“Why are you answering my question with a question?” I snapped, leaning closer. “Are you familiar with Mr. Davis?”Her gaze shifted, but she quickly composed herself. “Mr. Davis?”“Yes, Kate. Mr. Davis Elanzo.”Her expression faltered for just a moment, a flash of something unguarded, but she recovered so quickly that I almost missed it. She shifted slightly, looking out the window.“Why would you even ask me that?” she said, her voice a forced calm.“Don’t deny it,” I warned, my voice low. “You disappeared for half the gala, you looked like a deer in headlights when I introduced you, and the tension between you two could’ve split the
KellyI couldn’t sleep. How could I? My mind was restless, my thoughts tangled up in Anderson and his ridiculous behavior last night. What did he think he was doing, trying to kiss me? The nerve! I gripped the sheets tightly, heat rising to my cheeks. If I hadn’t been so stunned, I would’ve kicked him where it hurts. Shameless man.By the time dawn broke, I was pacing the room. It was our last day in Florence, and I was beyond ready to leave this place and everything it represented behind. Anderson had stirred old wounds, and while I hated to admit it, he’d left a crack in the armor I’d built around myself.“Kelly, you okay?” Adrian’s voice called out from the living room, snapping me back to reality.“I’ll be ready in five minutes!” I yelled back. Harper’s giggles followed, a soothing reminder of what really mattered.By the time I stepped out of the bedroom, Adrian was already standing by the door, Harper bouncing on his hip.“There’s my sleepyhead,” he teased, his eyes flicking ove
AdrianI sat in my home office, staring at the folded piece of nylon bag on the desk. My hands felt heavy, almost reluctant, as I unfolded it. Kelly’s DNA sample. I’d obtained it days ago, though the guilt of doing so had plagued me ever since.The possibility of it being true terrified me more than I wanted to admit.A knock on the door broke my train of thought, and I fumbled with the nylon paper, shoving it into a drawer just as Kelly stepped in.“Hey, Adrian,” she said, her voice calm but purposeful. “I just spoke with Mrs. Kim. She’ll be here later to help with Harper.”I nodded, trying to mask the unease in my chest. “That’s good. Harper will love that.”“She will,” Kelly replied, stepping closer to the desk. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if sensing my discomfort, but she didn’t press. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe. “So, what’s keeping you here today? You don't have work?”I hesitated, searching for an excuse. “Just catching up on a few things,” I said, my voice st
KellyThe moment I stepped into my office, the sight of a vibrant bouquet of flowers on my desk made me pause. My heart raced, the instant rush of anxiety creeped over me. Flowers? From who? Not again. I wasn’t expecting this.I approached the bouquet cautiously, scanning for a note. My fingers brushed against the card kept underneath, and I slid it out, unfolding it with a face of curiosity and anxiety.‘Welcome back, Ma’am. You’ve been missed. Love, Clara.’A wave of relief and warmth spread through me as I recognized her handwriting. Clara….of course. Only she would think of something so thoughtful. I smiled, gently caressing the petals of the red rose flowers. The note was simple, but it was enough to remind me of how much she cared.A soft knock on the door startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Clara herself standing in the doorway, a warm smile lighting up her face.“Surprised?” she asked, stepping inside.“Completely,” I said, returning her smile. “You di
AndersonThe office was cold, colder than I expected for a room flooded with natural light. Davis’s team had already arranged everything, his sleek leather chair at the head of the long polished table, an expensive coffee spread waiting for us, and the light sound of air condition filling the silence. I stepped into the room, straightening my jacket. Davis turned his head slowly, as if he had known I was coming before the door even opened. “Anderson,” he greeted, rising from his seat. His handshake was firm, almost too firm, and his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Mr Davis,” I replied. “I hope your trip here was pleasant.” “Oh, very much so,” he said, motioning for me to take a seat. “DC is always full of opportunity, wouldn’t you agree?” I nodded, leaning back in my chair. Opportunity. That was Davis’s favorite word. He thrived on it, but the way he said it now sounded different. We drove straight into the matter at hand, finalizing the details of our collaboration. A
Kelly When Clara informed me that Davis Elanzo wanted to meet, I didn’t think much of it at first. After all, Adrian had introduced him as a friend during our time in Italy, a calm and influential businessman with connections that seemed to reach across continents. Adrian had even described him as a potential ally for some of my initiatives, though their relationship always seemed a little too convenient for my liking. Still, I wasn’t one to turn down an opportunity to gain support for my work, so when Davis reached out, I agreed to meet. The meeting was set at ‘Velluto’ an upscale Italian restaurant in DC. I arrived early, hoping to collect my thoughts before stepping into the dynamic world of Davis. The memory of our last encounter in Florence still lingered, his sharp gaze, his charming yet calculated demeanor, and the ease he had which fit into Adrian’s orbit. When I walked in, Davis was already there, sipping an espresso at a corner table as if he owned the place. He stood
Dear Readers, I can’t believe we’ve reached the end of Kelly’s story. Writing this book has been an emotional rollercoaster, and I know many of you have felt the highs and lows just as deeply as I have. Kelly’s journey wasn’t easy, there was pain, heartbreak, and moments where it seemed like happiness was out of reach. But through it all, she found strength, love, and a future worth fighting for. To everyone who stuck by this story, who cried, laughed, and rooted for Kelly, Aiden, Adrian, and even the complicated characters like Anderson and Kate, thank you. Your love and support mean everything. Though this book has ended, Kelly’s story will always live on in our hearts. And who knows? Maybe one day, there will be more to tell. But for now, I hope this ending brings you the closure and warmth that Kelly fought so hard to find. With love and gratitude, MOONCHILD.
Kelly The sun is warm against my skin, the sky a perfect colour of blue. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass. The sound of distant laughter and murmured conversations fills the air, blending seamlessly with the soft notes of a violin playing somewhere nearby. It’s perfect. Everything about this day feels surreal, like stepping into a dream I never dared to imagine. A real wedding. Not a hidden ceremony. Not a desperate attempt to silence rumors. Just love. I close my eyes for a brief moment, taking it all in. The gentle rustling of the trees. The faint sound of conversation. The quiet presence of everyone who matters. Adrian’s family is here. After months of resentment and distance, they came. His mother, his father, Olivia, both watching with cautious but genuine smiles. Susan is here, standing with them, her expression warm, proud. And in the distance, I see Aiden straightening his suit, looking nervous and determined at the same time. Harper,
KellyNine months. Nine long, exhausting, emotional months. And now, I’m here. In a hospital bed, drenched in sweat, gripping Adrian’s hand so tightly that I’m sure I’ve cut off his circulation. My body feels like it’s being torn apart, and yet, I push. “Just a little more, Kelly!” the doctor encourages. Easy for them to say. They aren’t the ones feeling like their body is being split open. Adrian leans close, his lips brushing my forehead. “You’re almost there,” he murmurs, his voice steady, calming. “I’ve got you.” Tears sting my eyes. I don’t know if it’s from the pain or the overwhelming feeling that this moment is actually happening. And then, a sharp cry fills the room. My breath catches. The world seemed to stop. The doctor lifts a tiny, wriggling body into the air. “It’s a girl!” A sob escapes me. I collapse back against the pillows, my whole body trembling. Tears slip down my temples as I hear my daughter’s first sounds. I did it. She’s here. Adrian presses a
Kelly The morning is cold, the kind of D.C winter chill that seeps through the layers of your clothes and lingers deep in your bones. I clutch my coffee cup tighter, trying to soak in the warmth as I step out of the café. The city is alive as always, cars honking, people hurrying past, lost in their own worlds. And then I see her. At first, I didn't recognize the figure crouched near the side of the building, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, the fabric frayed at the edges. Her hair is tangled, falling over a gaunt face. Her fingers, red from the cold, clutch a small cardboard sign. ‘Hungry. Please help.’My breath catches. Kate. She’s thinner than I remember. A shell of the woman she once was. She sits with her knees pulled close, gaze darting to every passerby, but no one stops. No one even looks at her. And I realize, this is what rock bottom looks like. For a long moment, I just stood there. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I move. She doesn’t notice me at fir
Kelly It happens on a quiet afternoon. Adrian and I are sitting on the couch, Harper curled up between us, absentmindedly flipping through a picture book while Adrian scrolls through emails on his phone. It’s peaceful. And then, I see his posture stiffen. I glance at him. “What’s wrong?” His brows are furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as he reads whatever message is on his screen. For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, finally, he exhales, setting the phone down on his thigh. “My parents,” he says, rubbing his jaw. “They want to talk.” I blink. I wasn’t expecting that. “Talk… as in?” “As in dinner. A sit-down conversation.” He shakes his head slightly, as if he’s still processing it himself. “They sent an invitation. No conditions. Just… a request to see me.” I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. His parents and I became a sore subject, one of the few places where his love for me had cost him something. I know how deeply it hurt him when they rej
KellyThe call came in the middle of the night. I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. My first thought is that it’s Adrian, maybe he’s checking in from the living room where he sometimes falls asleep after reading. But when I grab my phone and see Susan’s name glowing on the screen, my stomach twists. I answer on the second ring. “He’s gone,” she says softly. Two words. Just two words, and for a second, I feel absolutely nothing. I sit there in the dark, the phone pressed to my ear, my mind blank. I should have expected it, Anderson’s health had been failing, and yet… hearing it, knowing it’s real, knowing there will never be another word, another regret-filled gaze, it’s different. Susan stays quiet, as if she knows I needed a moment. Then, like a wave finally crashing, it hits. A sharp, aching weight pressing down on my chest. My throat tightens, my vision blurs, and before I can stop it, I let out a small, choked sob. I feel Adrian shift be
KellyI grip Aiden’s hand tighter as we walk down the hallway, past closed doors and nurses who barely glance at us. His fingers clutch mine, his other hand curled into a fist at his side. I wonder if he’s nervous. If he regrets coming. Because I do. I swallow hard as we stop outside Anderson’s room. The door is slightly ajar, but I don’t move. Aiden looks up at me, uncertain. His dark eyes are searching, waiting for me to give him permission to go inside. I force myself to nod. “Are you ready?” He hesitates, then nods back. I push the door open. And we stepped. Anderson looks… different. His skin is pale, almost gray under the harsh hospital lights. The strong, confident posture he once carried is gone, replaced by sunken shoulders and frail limbs tangled in hospital sheets. But his eyes, the sharpness in them, the smug curve of his lips, that’s still him. His gaze drifts past me, landing on Aiden. And his smirk, despite everything, still appears. “Thanks for coming.” Hi
Kelly The call came in the middle of the night. My phone buzzes against the nightstand, dragging me from sleep. I blink, groggy, confusion heavy in my head as I fumble for it. Adrian stirs beside me, mumbling something unintelligible before rolling over. I don’t recognize the number. But the moment I press the phone to my ear, Susan’s voice, low and weighted with something different fills the silence. “Kelly, I’m sorry for calling so late.” I sit up instantly, dread curling in my stomach. “What’s wrong?”A beat. Then….“It’s Anderson. He doesn’t have much time.” The words don’t sink in right away. My fingers tighten around the phone. “What do you mean?” Susan exhales. “His condition worsened tonight. The doctors don’t think he’ll make it much longer. If you—” She hesitates. “If Aiden wants to see him, it has to be soon.” The room feels colder. I glance at the clock. 2:17 AM. The world outside quiet by this moment. But my body knows. My body feels the shift, I felt goo
KellyHarper was avoiding me. It wasn’t like the usual tantrums when she was upset over bedtime or not getting a second helping with ice cream. This was different. It had been days now, long enough for the silence to settle like a weight in my chest. She wouldn’t sit next to me at breakfast. Wouldn’t let me brush her hair. Wouldn’t even look me in the eyes when I spoke to her. But she clung to Adrian. If Adrian walked into a room, she was at his side in seconds, grabbing his hand, leaning against him, giggling at every little thing he said. She held onto him like he was her safe place, like she was afraid of something. Or someone. And that someone was me. I didn’t know what I had done. But I knew it was breaking me. ……It was bedtime when I finally couldn’t take it anymore. Adrian had just tucked Harper in, but instead of curling into her blankets the way she usually did, she turned away from me when I walked into the room. I swallowed the hurt and sat on the edge of her be