Each shakey breath... Every tightening of his arms around my neck... To every last whimper... It tore my heart to see my boy in such a state. Although he had ever told me what his life was like before I met him, I had figured that he most likely didn't have a very good history with his biological family. But I never thought that it would be this bad. How could a mother ever treat their own flesh and blood like that? Pushing him around so roughly... Crushing his confidence so into rubble with such malicious words... Instilling such fear into his little body that he couldn't even move in her presence...I remembered how his clothes were in tatters and how gaunt his face looked when I had first caught him rummaging through my house. His skin was so pale and sunken in that he looked as if he could have collapsed at any moment. Based on the state of his condition, he must've spent at least a few months living on the streets by himself before I found him, meaning that he was probably onl

I blinked sleepily as rays of sunshine beamed through the gaps in the curtain.A heavy arm was draped over my bare waist as pair of soft lips slowly traveled down my back, pressing tender kisses between my shoulder blades and down along my spine. It was as if he stamping me with whispers of his love with one soft kiss at a time...I shivered as the tips of his hair brushed against my skin, acutely aware of just how naked we were under the sheets. A husky voice greeted, "Good morning, Jane." "Good morning, Achi," I replied warmly as his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer to him until my back was pressed completely flush to bare chest. He hummed softly in contentment as he buried his face into my messy hair. Taking in a deep breath, he asked softly, "Did you sleep well?" I nodded as I interlaced my fingers with the warm hand splayed across my stomach. "Just a little sore on my lower back and between my legs..." He chuckled softly as he pressed a few more lingerin

I glanced out the window, noting the relatively dim lighting reflecting off the morning snow. It must've still been quite early in the morning, considering how soundly Jane was still sleeping in the crook of my arm. I carefully leaned over her to grab my phone. The screen lit up with a single flick, revealing all the notifications I had received from my family, company, and security team. From my family, it was mostly just a bunch of jumbled-up messages from my mother with more typos than I could count, asking about how the trip was going. I quickly typed out a few short responses telling her about how well the last few days went, including a couple of pictures from our visit to the main village on the first day and pictures of Liam going down his first ski slope from yesterday. Closing my family's chat, I moved on to my overflowing inbox and skimmed over a couple of the emails. Deeming it to be mostly useless stuff, I opted to skip to Joseph's text messages instead. It seemed like

I gazed out of the kitchen window fondly as I dried the last few plates. My two little angels were playing with the snow in the backyard, building a giant but definitely lopsided snowman. I watched as they animatedly chatted with each other, two pairs of bright violet eyes sparkling like the morning dew as they happily patted away at the last snowball to be added to the top of the snowman. The ball was so big that it was nearly as large as Liam's crouching figure. Even my guards looked a bit unsure of themselves as they watched their madam wobble from side to side with a giant ball of snow in her arms. Ever since the day Liam shoved that little boy off of his mom, he had insisted on staying with Jane for the rest of the trip, not that I minded in the slightest. He followed Jane around everywhere and wanted to help her with everything. It was actually quite adorable to watch him follow his mom around like a little duckling. Unlike when he was with strangers, Liam always turned into

By the time I got onto the road, Benedict had called me, telling me that the paramedics had already gotten to Jane and rushed her to the nearest hospital in midtown. I immediately swerved mid-road at the news, making a giant u-turn toward the address that he had sent me. My mind was all over the place by the time I arrived at the hospital. All I could focus on was my need to see Jane with my own two eyes. I haphazardly parked the car in the drop-off zone. I had rushed into the emergency room in such a flurry that I frightened several nurses as I made a beeline to the front counter. I frantically spurted out to the receptionist, "My wife! She was admitted here a few minutes ago! Where is she?!" Her eyes grew wide at the sight of my panicked figure. I must've looked like a crazed beast, but she managed to regain her bearings relatively quickly and replied in a soothing tone, "Sir, everything is going to be alright. I need you to calm down first so we can locate your wife together."