Alaric stared at the weapon in his hands, his expression cold, heavy, and commanding. Then, he lifted his gaze to Caspian. His father sat upright, chest open, lips curved in a faint smile laced with challenge. His finger pointed to his own chest, over the left side.“Pull the trigger,” Caspian said, his voice calm.A challenge. A veiled command.Damian moved swiftly, tension etched into his face. He reached out toward Alaric as if hoping to stop the impending destruction.“Give me the gun, Alaric.” His voice was firm but carried a trace of fear.But Alaric didn’t budge. His fingers tightened around the gun’s grip as if it had become an extension of himself. One second. Two seconds.Then, he raised the weapon—not to hand it over to Damian, but to aim it directly at Caspian’s chest.Damian let out a frustrated growl. “Damn it, Alaric! Are you even listening to me? Give me the gun!”No response. No movement, except for Alaric’s slow, deliberate breath. His gaze was dark, unwavering, leav
Cassandra let out a long sigh as she saw her enemy’s name flash on her phone screen. It wasn’t the call she had been waiting for.A brief dilemma gripped her. On one hand, she wanted to ignore it and stay focused on her original plan—heading straight to Caspian’s office. But on the other, her mind was clouded with questions.Selene wouldn’t be calling unless it was important. And the news reports about Alaric still felt too vague. No official statements, no confirmation of whom he had actually harmed—only that Caspian himself had pressed charges.Cassandra bit her lip, then gave in. She swiped the green button and brought the phone to her ear.“What is it? What do you want from me?” she asked, skipping any pleasantries.Silence.Then, the sound of quiet sobs.Cassandra stiffened. She had never heard Selene cry like this before.“Can’t you convince your husband to drop the charges against Alaric?” Selene’s voice cracked, raw with desperation. “He can’t go to prison. What will happen to
“You seriously set Alaric up with Selene?”Cassandra’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. There was a clear tension in her tone, but her eyes remained locked on the man in front of her.Caspian exhaled heavily. His fingers moved to grasp Cassandra’s hand, holding it tightly.“I don’t want any misunderstandings between us. Please don’t leave me in the dark. Explain everything.” Cassandra’s voice was steady but firm.Instead of answering immediately, Caspian led her toward the living room sofa. A conversation this important shouldn’t be held standing by the front door.They sat side by side, his hand still gripping hers as if afraid to let go. His eyes dropped to their entwined fingers, searching for the courage to speak.“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he finally admitted, his voice soft but clear. “Even when you were still with Alaric.”Cassandra remained silent, but she didn’t look surprised.Caspian continued, his voice unsteady. “Because of my selfish desire to have you, I
The remote in Selene’s hand trembled violently, her fingers gripping it so tightly she nearly crushed it.Her eyes were locked onto the television screen, rereading the breaking news headline plastered across it.“THIS CAN’T BE TRUE.”“THIS IS ALL LIES.”On the screen, the news anchor spoke in a calm, measured tone. But to Selene, every word felt like a hammer striking her skull, merciless and relentless.“According to an anonymous source, Alaric is not the biological son of businessman Caspian Verity but rather the result of an affair between his late wife and her former lover. Additionally, based on undisclosed legal evidence, Alaric is suspected of attempting to murder Caspian after being stripped of his position as CEO.”Selene shook her head violently.“No… No, that’s impossible…” she whispered, her voice trembling.Alaric… wasn’t Caspian’s son?She swallowed hard, her entire body shaking.“A recording of the shooting does exist, but Caspian Verity has requested that it not be re
Cassandra walked into the kitchen, the delicious aroma from the pan making her empty stomach churn in anticipation.In front of her, Retta skillfully flipped an omelet, her movements confident and precise.Cassandra folded her arms across her chest, watching in admiration.She felt a little embarrassed. This short-haired woman was younger than her, yet far more skilled in the kitchen.“I don’t even know how to flip an egg without ruining it,” Cassandra murmured, half-joking.Retta glanced over her shoulder, a small smirk on her lips. “Then you can learn from me.”Cassandra chuckled softly, the tension from the previous night slowly melting away.But then, Retta took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry about what happened last night. You saw everything, didn’t you?”She offered an awkward smile, her eyes silently pleading for Cassandra not to press the issue.Cassandra hesitated.Yes, she had seen everything. Retta being mistreated by Damian’s first wife, enduring it all without resista
Alaric let out a quiet scoff, slouching in his chair with an expression of pure irritation.After dealing with Selene and her endless drama, now Damian had come.It was obvious why he was here—to blame him, to repeat the same tired speech about how wrong he was and how right Caspian had always been.“What do you want, Uncle Damian?” he asked, his voice cold, laced with unfiltered annoyance. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Did you come here just to tell me how much of a failure I am too?”Damian didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he pulled a laptop and an old photo album from his bag.Alaric frowned, eyeing the items with suspicion.“I’m not here to blame you,” Damian finally said, his tone calm yet firm. “Because you were already wrong from the very beginning.”Alaric clicked his tongue. Of course. Everyone seemed to enjoy ripping him apart.“But I’m not here to give you a long lecture either,” Damian continued. “I just want to show you something.”Without waiting f
Caspian had just stepped out of the conference room, his shoulders tense after hours of exhausting discussions.But his steps halted when he saw Damian standing casually near his office door, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.“Just finished your meeting?” Damian asked casually. His tone sounded like small talk, but something in his eyes told Caspian this wasn’t just idle chatter.Caspian loosened his tie, which suddenly felt too tight around his neck. “Yeah. What is it? Did the police raid your hotel?”Damian scoffed, narrowing his eyes at him as if Caspian had just said something profoundly stupid. “You think my hotel is running illegal business?”Caspian shrugged, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Not really. But seeing you this serious makes me think of worst-case scenarios.”Damian let out a deep sigh, as if holding himself back from throwing something at Caspian’s head.“Just answer my question,” he said, this time with more weight in his voice. “Do you have time?”
Cassandra looked up as the door creaked open. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by a long, weary sigh.The moment Caspian stepped into the doorway, her heart clenched.Something about him felt different. His eyes were slightly red, his face drawn with exhaustion, as if he had just endured an emotional battle before finally coming home.Cassandra quickly rose to her feet, her steps light but filled with concern.“What’s wrong?” she asked gently but firmly.Caspian didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly—like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.Cassandra froze for a second before returning the embrace, her hands moving to his back, soothing him with slow, gentle strokes.“Is it work?” she asked again, trying to understand.Caspian shook his head, his face still buried in her shoulder.“It’s not about work,” he murmured, his deep voice rough and strained.Cassandra waited, not pushing him to speak.“I dropped the charges against Alar
Alaric's POVI never thought this moment would come so soon.Three years ago, I watched Freya fill out her university application form with trembling hands, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear.I remember the long nights she spent with books scattered across the table, working on essays and projects with unwavering determination.And now, here I stand in the grand hall of New York University, dressed in a crisp black suit, watching her name appear on the big screen as the valedictorian.Freya Verity, Bachelor of Communication—Top Graduate of the Year.I look up at the stage where she stands, clad in a black graduation gown and a gold sash signifying her achievements. The spotlight casts a soft glow on her face, and for a brief moment, time seems to stop.She did it.She made it.And I have never felt prouder in my entire life.Beside me, Hero sits in his small chair, wearing the miniature suit Freya picked out for him, complete with a slightly crooked bow tie. He tries to sit
Alaric's POVI never imagined my life would turn out like this.I used to think I would always be the kind of man who only knew how to survive—content with cooking in a small restaurant kitchen, satisfied with a modest paycheck, and avoiding anything remotely connected to the Verity name. Furthermore, I thought I would remain the man who rejected his past, carving out his own path without ever looking back.But three years later, my life had thoroughly changed.Now, I stood in the penthouse suite of Verity Hotel, wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, my tie discarded hours ago. The city lights of New York shimmered beyond the massive windows, casting a golden glow into the room.On the sofa, a small two-year-old boy slept soundly, his tiny arms wrapped around a stuffed bear. His breathing was soft, his face peaceful, as if the world around him wasn’t full of chaos.Hero Verity. My son.I still remembered when Freya chose that name. “Because he's our hero, Alaric. H
Freya's POVI had never felt happiness quite as terrifying as this before.There was still a part of me trying to process all the changes happening so fast—going back to college, finding a new rhythm in life, and now carrying another life inside me.But if there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that I wasn’t doing any of it alone.I watched Alaric from across the room as he stood in the kitchen, his back straight as he cooked over the stove. The scent of eggs and toast filled the air, wrapping the space in a warmth that was oddly comforting.Leaning against the doorway, I crossed my arms and observed him.Who would’ve thought that the same man who once lived in darkness could look so at home in a kitchen like this?“I still can’t believe you’re actually making me breakfast,” I finally said, breaking the morning silence.Alaric glanced over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not letting you skip breakfast again. Especially now, since you’re eating for two.”I pouted.
Freya's POVI’ve realized something over the past few days.Love alone isn’t enough.Love is the foundation, but what keeps it standing is commitment—the courage to choose each other every single day, through the good and the bad.And now, I’m at a point where I need to make sure that Alaric and I aren’t just in love, but that we’re also moving in the same direction.I sat on the couch, holding the ultrasound results we’d just gotten yesterday. Our baby. Still so tiny, but its presence was real. Its existence changed everything—not just for me, but for Alaric too.I heard the sound of the door opening, followed by familiar footsteps. Alaric had just returned from a meeting with his father. He’d mentioned it was about the inheritance he was set to receive.As soon as he saw me, he walked over, kissed the top of my head, and then dropped onto the couch beside me.“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice soft.I turned to him, offering a small smile. “A little nauseous this morning, bu
Freya’s POVI sat at the edge of the bed, one hand resting on my stomach. My fingers traced over the still-flat surface of my skin, as if trying to grasp the reality of what I had just learned.I was pregnant with Alaric’s child.I repeated it in my head, trying to let the words sink in. This was real. It wasn’t just a possibility or a joke from a faulty test.The doctor had confirmed it—I was carrying Alaric’s baby. And somehow, ever since that moment, the world felt like it was moving in slow motion.I lifted my head, my gaze falling on Alaric, who stood by the bedroom door, arms crossed over his chest. He was watching me with an unreadable expression—a mixture of awe, relief, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite define.“Are you still in shock?” His voice was low, almost gentle.I let out a breath and nodded slowly. “Of course. I just found out a few hours ago that there’s a tiny human growing inside me.”A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he stepped closer and
Alaric's POVI’ve faced a lot in my life.Life in prison, betrayal, losing people I considered family. Even surviving the criminal underworld that nearly swallowed me whole.I’ve been on the brink of destruction, standing between life and death more times than I can count.But none of that could have prepared me for what I just heard.“Congratulations, Mr. Verity. Your partner is pregnant. She’s about eight weeks along.”I froze in place like an idiot.The doctor’s voice echoed in the room, but my brain seemed to stop functioning. I stared at the blood test results in my hand. The numbers should have made sense, but right now, they just felt like a jumble of meaningless symbols.I had to lean on the desk because, for the first time in my life, my knees almost gave out.Freya… pregnant?I took a deep breath, trying to regain my focus. “Are you sure?” My voice came out hoarser than I expected.The doctor smiled, unfazed by my reaction. “We ran the test twice to confirm. All signs point
Freya's POVI’ve always loved the atmosphere of classes at NYU. The lecture halls are spacious, modern, and filled with students who are just as passionate as I am.Professor Callahan, who teaches Media, Culture, and Society, is the kind of academic who’s both brilliant and insightful. His voice is confident as he explains how media shapes social perceptions. Popular culture isn’t just entertainment—it’s a social phenomenon with a profound impact on everyday life.I listened intently, jotting down key points in my notebook. But today felt different.Since this morning, my body had been feeling a little off.I woke up with an uncomfortable sensation in my stomach. It wasn’t exactly pain, but more like waves of nausea that came and went.At first, I thought it was just the usual nervousness I feel before heading to class. I’m the type of person who’s always excited, and sporadically that excitement turns into a bit of anxiety.But this time was different.I swallowed hard, trying to ign
Freya’s POVI stood on the balcony of our apartment, letting the cool night breeze brush against my skin. Below me, New York pulsed with life—city lights scattered like stars, distant honks and the faint hum of the city still audible despite the late hour.Leaning against the railing, I hugged myself and gazed at the skyline.I should be in bed, but my mind was too restless.Today, I had finalized all my administrative paperwork for college. I had my class schedule, my student ID, and had even spent the last few hours reading through reference materials for my first course.I should be proud of myself. But there was an unsettling feeling in my chest: a quiet anxiety I couldn’t fully understand.The sound of the sliding door opening behind me pulled me from my thoughts, followed by familiar footsteps. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Alaric.He didn’t say anything, just stood beside me, resting his hands on the railing, his sharp green eyes focused on the city.I glanced at
Freya’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, letting out a slow, deep breath.This morning, I wore a peach blouse, paired with loose white pants that draped comfortably around my legs. On my feet were white flats adorned with delicate floral accents— a gift from Alaric. I completed the look with a cross-body bag filled with books and pens.Today marked the beginning of something new.I had officially enrolled at New York University (NYU), choosing to major in Communication Studies with a Bachelor of Science in Media, Culture.I was rebuilding my life, choosing not just to be someone who had survived her past but someone who was actively shaping her own future.Alaric had never tried to change me. Instead, he always made sure I had the freedom to be myself.I checked my natural-looking makeup, ran my fingers through my shoulder-length hair to fix it, and then stepped out of the bedroom, finding Alaric already waiting for me.He was standing in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup