Jacob's POV
"Hmmm, she bought you a gift to take with you, that's considerate despite you being a total jerk to her. I wonder why she'd do that for you" Lucas remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I shot him a pointed look. He was finding this situation far too entertaining, his eyes gleaming with a curiosity I recognized all too well, despite our year-long separation. Lucas had always been like this - unnervingly perceptible, and insufferably annoying when he had a mental puzzle to solve.
"Why did
Jacob’s POV"Let's not waste time bickering. Get your laptop out and let's work on the proposal we were supposed to tackle yesterday" I ordered, pulling out my own laptop. Work had always been a successful distraction for her before, and I saw no reason why it wouldn't work now.Lucas let out a dramatic groan "Oh come on! Can't we take a break for once? How about a game of cards or something?"I shot him a teasing smile "Maybe after we finish some work. Until then, I'd appreciate some peace and qu
Rima’s POV"Where's April?" Jacob's question was directed at the man he had greeted last, the blue-eyed man he had called as David."She's sleeping upstairs. Our little boy arrived late last night, and we just got discharged" David announced, his voice filled with uncontained excitement.A chorus of "Congratulations!" erupted from both Lucas and Jacob simultaneously."Why d
Rima’s POVI stared at Jacob, fear spreading through me as I registered his clenched fists and the fierce look in his eyes. The phone was still pressed to my ear, Savaş's laughter a distant echo."I...I can explain" I stammered, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. It was his angry look that prompted that spontaneous response but if I really think about it, I honestly have nothing to explain to him, I owe him no explanation whatsoever.Jacob's gaze was a frosty blade, never once wavering
Jacob's POVRe-entering the living room, I found only Mom, Alex, and Lucas still seated. Each of my brothers cradled his own child, each little face bleary-eyed from their recent naps. This was my first in-person encounter with them since they were born.Lucas, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, turned to his toddler, Hope, whispering excitedly into her ear "Look, Hope" he said, a wicked grin playing on his lips "This is Uncle Jacob, in all his gloriously jealous splendor. Let's say hi"I knew Lucas
Rima’s POVA consistent knock on the door roused me from my deep slumber. I groaned and turned to the other side, willing whoever was knocking to go away if I kept my eyes closed and ignored them. I was dead tired, I didn’t want to wake up for at least ten more hours. Jacob's bed was like a cloud, soft and warm, hugging my tired body in a cocoon of comfort.But the knocking continued, insistent and unyielding. With a sigh of resignation, I forced my eyes open, squinting at the dim light filtering into the room. My watch read eight-thirty in the evening. With my body protesting every movement, I hauled myself out of the comfortable bed and trudged towards the door, ready to dismiss whoever dared to disturb my much-needed rest.As I swung the door open, I found Jacob standing in the hallway. His raised fist hung in mid-air, a surprised look on his face swiftly transforming into a smirk "Hey there, sleepy" he greeted me, his eyes twinkling with mirth "T
Rima's POVAs dinner came to an end, a sense of communal camaraderie filled the room. We all pitched in to clear the table, the clattering dishes resonating with the warmth of shared responsibility. April, however, excused herself to attend to the soft cries of her baby echoing down from upstairs.Initially, the family insisted I abstain from the cleaning, treating me with the delicate hands reserved for guests. But when I persisted, they relented, allowing me to carry the dishes back to the sink and cleaning the table.Once the table was cleared and the dishes were arranged into the dishwasher, we migrated to the living room. The comfortable couches welcomed us, the soft fabric a contrast to the hard wood of the dining table. Just then, April descended the staircase, cradling her tiny baby in her arms, a beacon of motherly love.She took a seat next to Jacob, her arms comfortably nestled around the bundle of joy. The baby, seemingly oblivious to the worl
Rima’s POVThe family reappeared in the room carrying a multitude of colorful gift bags and boxes. A renewed sense of anticipation filled the room as they handed their presents to Diana one by one.Alex and Jenny were the first to present their gift. They handed Diana a delicately wrapped box. As she opened it, a sparkle caught the light. It was a lovely silver bracelet, its elegance reflecting Diana's own gracefulness. It was simple, yet sophisticated, a perfect match for Diana's style.Next came Lucas and Angelina. They handed over a larger box, beautifully wrapped and adorned with a ribbon. As Diana opened it, her eyes lit up. Inside was a leather-bound journal, its pages empty and waiting for her wisdom and thoughts. Knowing Diana's love for writing, it was a thoughtful and fitting gift.April and David were next. They presented her with a smaller box. Inside was a beautiful pair of pearl earrings. The pearls were a soft, warm color, gleaming su
Rima’s POVI stood in the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I wanted to step out, to explain to Jacob that he had misread the situation with Demir and me. His attempt to force Alex into accepting a deal merely to sever my connection with Savas would be futile. The two matters were entirely unrelated. But to express this, I would need to provide evidence, a logical reason for permitting Demir into my world. Yet revealing such a secret would open a torrent of other inquiries I was not prepared to confront.As the silence stretched on, it was Alex who broke it, his words cold as ice "You seem to have forgotten who the leader is here, Jacob. Your position still stands but it will not force me into a decision I am not even ready to make yet. Not for a woman you have feelings for that she so obviously does not return"An unexpected ally rose in the form of Lucas, his voice steady yet filled with an undercurrent of challenge "Maybe she does. Why