Um_Royhan

{MATURE} 

"I was scared!" she cried, interrupting him. "You're a married man, you have a wife now, and I didn't want to ruin that. I didn't know how you'd react. And I didn't want my children… our children… to be caught in the middle of more pain."

He looked at her in shock, breath caught in his throat. "You just said… our daughter earlier," he said slowly.

Yes," she answered. "Jasmine and Hanith. They're yours."

Aaron's breath hitched, stumbled back a step, staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time again.

"You told me they weren't mine," he whispered.

"I lied," she admitted. "Because I was scared. I wanted to protect them. I thought if you knew, you'd take them away. And I also thought you wouldn't want them because you are married now."

"Five years," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I had children... and never knew." He clenched his jaw, struggling to process everything. 

"They are your children," she said softly. "And now your daughter needs you." 

~**~
A single mother, Katherine Prescott was the perfect definition of a B3 classy lady—beautiful, brainy, and brave. She worked her ass off to ensure her children never lacked, building a name for herself while running from the unwanted attachment of the past.

But when the past she thought she'd left behind the day she fled with her babies came crashing against the walls she'd built—six years later—everything she buried resurfaced.

What if the forgotten spark and desires kept pulling her back into the very past she wanted to forget? What if her babies wouldn't stop asking about their father? Can she really give him a second chance at love… and risk losing herself to passion again?

Aaron Knight was a celebrity. He never believed he'd see her again. But there she was—still breathtaking, still beautiful as ever. He wasn't letting her go this time. He would get her back, by hook or by crook.

Two problems: he was married… and she was already a mother.

#secondchance 
#billionaire 
#chasingherback 
#romance 
#adultromance 
#contemporarylit 
#singlemother

Babies’ Secret: My Ex Wants Me Back!

The hallway was quieter and dim, filled with soft music from the hall and murmurs of some guests outside the hall.

Amelia, in her hotel staff uniform, walked quickly to deliver the wine as the champagne glasses wobbled on the tray with every heavy step of hers. Amelia's black hair was parted into two French braids as her grip tightened on the rim of the tray, her eyes forward to complete her work.

Was it possible to trip oneself? That was exactly what happened. Amelia missed a footing and before she knew it—"Oh—" she gasped, her eyes widened in shock—the tray trembled, lunged forward.

One thing Amelia wasn't good at was trying to get things done quickly, not within her pace. There was always bound to be failure. And that was what was happening right now.

Mini event II