Stephen sits by Anna's side on the bed, a sense of urgency in his eyes as he carefully massages her forehead with a warm towel. Anna lies beneath the protective embrace of the bedspread, her body shivering with chills. Her face is flushed with fever, her wounds from the plane crash now infected. Stephen can't help but feel a deep concern and fear for her.Stephen was scared and worried, he didn’t know how she had suddenly fallen sick after her previous recovery. Today was their fourth day here in these deserted cold lands and he was beginning to lose hope that help would come their way. He had gone back to the remains of the jet hours ago to see what he could find, luckily the first aid box was still intact but there wasn’t much in it to help Anna’s situation.With a shivering voice, Anna musters the strength to speak, her eyes searching Stephen's face for answers. "Am I going to die?" she asks, her voice laden with fear and vulnerability.Stephen's initial reaction is one of frustrat

Stephen pulled the car up in front of the grand family mansion in Reykjavik, a sense of awe and wonder washing over Anna as she gazed upon the impressive structure. The mansion stood tall and majestic, exuding an air of elegance and luxury. The crisp evening air added a touch of mystique to the scene, heightening the anticipation within Anna's heart.As they stepped out of the car, Anna noticed the presence of several maids, dressed impeccably in their uniforms, waiting by the entrance. They approached with gentle smiles and extended their hands to take the bags, their efficiency and grace evident in their every movement. Anna couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and gratitude for the warm welcome.Stephen, observing Anna's wide-eyed expression, couldn't help but smile. He gently placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the mansion's entrance. "Welcome home," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.Anna's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as she crossed

The chilly December air enveloped Anna as she stood on the balcony, gazing up at the twinkling stars that adorned the night sky. It was 22nd December, just a few days away from Christmas day. Memories of past Christmases flooded her mind, and her heart ached with the absence of her beloved parents. This would be her first Christmas without them, and the void left behind was deeply felt.Anna was now in the last days of her sixth month, her second trimester was coming to an end and she was looking forward to having the baby in the next three months if everything went fine. She couldn’t help but worry; she had been here in Iceland for nearly two months already and she had grown to love this place, regardless of the cold. The maids always kept her company and did everything in their power to satisfy her insatiable cravings. One of the benefits of carrying a baby for a billionaire CEO was that you could get whatever you desired, except it was out of this world.Lost in her thoughts, Anna

As the soft morning light streamed into the room, Stephen stirred in his slumber, his mind still drifting between dreams and reality. A gentle voice, like a sweet melody, pulled him from his sleep. "Stephen," it whispered, barely audible at first.Blinking his eyes open, he found his vision hazy, as if a mist surrounded him. Gradually, the image before him came into focus, and his heart skipped a beat. There, standing by the bedside, was Anna, her radiant smile illuminating the room. It felt as though an angel had descended, gracing him with her presence.He blinked again, his gaze fixed upon her. The sunlight kissed her features, highlighting her delicate contours. Her eyes sparkled with warmth and anticipation, and her voice, initially muffled, grew clearer with each passing moment."Stephen, wake up," Anna gently urged, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and playfulness.Stephen, captivated by her morning beauty, gazed at her with a smile. He took in the sight of her del

As Stephen ascended the stairs, his footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway. He reached Anna's door, his hand hovering uncertainly before he mustered the courage to knock gently. Silence greeted his tentative gesture, causing a knot of worry to tighten in his chest. Was she alright? Was she upset?With a deep breath, he slowly pushed the door open, revealing the serene scene before him. Anna lay peacefully on the bed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. A sense of relief washed over Stephen as he realized she was simply lost in the realm of dreams.A soft smile graced his lips as he observed her slumbering form. The pale moonlight filtering through the window cast a gentle glow upon her features, accentuating the delicate curves of her face. He couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, even in the tranquility of sleep.Moving closer, Stephen's gaze traveled over her face, taking in every detail. He marveled at the graceful arch of her brows, the gentle