Hearts That Wait.

It had been two long years since Nora slipped into a coma.

In that time, Zayan Kai became the most feared and respected name in the city—his empire stretching across continents, his companies leading markets in nearly every industry. The world whispered his name with awe… and fear.

But despite all his power, Zayan never smiled.

His world revolved around three lights in the darkness: Seraphina, Lysander, and Liam.

Little Liam's first words were a soft mix of "Mama" and "Dada." Zayan had chuckled—but his eyes held no joy. Only a flicker of pain.

The Kai mansion had grown even larger, rebuilt and expanded by Zayan's own hands to become a sanctuary for the entire family. Every weekend, the entire household—including the boys and their wives—gathered to visit Nora. They sat with her in silence, in hope, in love.

"Mama… please wake up," Seraphina whispered one weekend, clutching her twin brother's arm tightly. Lysander didn't speak—not because he couldn't, but because he often chose to communicate through signs, especially when emotions overwhelmed him.

Zayan's heart cracked every time he saw them beside Nora. He never celebrated his birthdays anymore. He didn't see the point.

But this year, the twins and Liam brought him a cake, just like Nora always had.

"Happy Birthday, Papa!" Seraphina giggled, her eyes glowing.

Lysander held Liam proudly as they stood by his bedside.

Zayan smirked softly and kissed their foreheads. "Thank you, babies," he whispered.

He was 34 now. Seraphina and Lysander had just turned two. Liam was one.

He dressed them gently that morning and headed to the hospital. Nora remained in a private wing Zayan had purchased—staffed by the best, monitored every second. But still, no movement.

Until that day.

Arion had suggested one more brain scan—just to check. He didn't expect much… but when the results came in, his hands trembled.

Nora's brain activity was fully healed. No more swelling. No more damage. Her brain levels were normal—alive, strong.

Arion's eyes widened as he stared at the results.

He didn't wait. He left the hospital and drove straight to Kai Industries.

In Zayan's vast meeting hall—now triple its original size—the Black Scar Lords had gathered. Desmon. Rhea. Miska. Kian. Sachi. Salvius. Damian. Melanie. Donomie. Meira. And Alex.

The room was alive with strategy, laughter, and business.

Zayan entered quietly, dressed in black. "Hey," he said in a low tone.

"Hola!" Kian grinned, lounging sideways.

The family had grown.

Sachi and Salvius now had a daughter named Silsia. Damian and Melanie welcomed Nixie. Donomie's son was Deo, and Meira and Desmon's baby boy was Elion.

Zayan sat down. Despite his nearly £90 trillion net worth, he remained cold, unreadable—his heart frozen with the weight of Nora's absence.

Only Alex and the gang knew his full power.

Then entered Thana Ricci—the spoiled heiress of the Ricci empire. She had been chasing Zayan for years, using revealing outfits, flirtation, and power plays. But Zayan never even looked at her.

His eyes were always on one thing—a large framed photo of Nora and the kids on his desk.

"Mr. Zayan, how are you?" Thana purred, sliding her hand along his shoulder.

Zayan took a single step toward Kian.

"Yeah, move, bitch," Kian snapped, shoving her aside.

Thana's face turned red with rage.

That's when Arion burst into the room, his chest heaving. Everyone turned. Xandira's eyes sparkled—he looked impossibly handsome, she thought.

Zayan stood up instantly. "What happened? Is Nora… is she awake?"

Arion breathed out. "Her brain levels are normal. She's healed. She's remembering. She's getting better, Zayan. She's… she's coming back."

For the first time in two years…

Zayan smiled. Then he laughed, hugging Arion tight.

"Thank you, brother."

The entire gang cheered.

But Thana—listening from the hallway—burned with hatred.

That night, she cornered Arion privately.

"Kill her," Thana hissed. "I want Zayan for myself. I'll pay you £70 billion to fake her death. Make her disappear forever."

Arion smiled slowly. "Okay," he said, shaking her hand.

What Thana didn't know… was that Arion had his AirPods in. And Zayan? He was on the call the entire time. The entire gang heard her.

"Did you hear that?" Arion asked calmly.

Zayan's voice came through, deep and dangerous.

"Yeah… I did."

Back at the estate, Seraphina trained with Maverick while Liam was in Catalina's arms. Lysander wandered through the garden, picking small white flowers.

He saw Zayan and gently tugged at his trousers.

Zayan crouched. "For me?"

Lysander nodded, offering the bouquet with his small hands.

"And that one's for your mama, right?"

Another nod.

"Why don't you speak, love?" Zayan asked softly, brushing his son's hair.

Lysander looked away shyly. Zayan took his hand and walked him to the hospital.

Together, they entered Nora's room. Lysander placed the flowers by her side and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

She didn't move. But something felt different. The air had changed.

That night, Zayan put the kids to bed, arms wrapped around all three of them.

Arion's voice came through his phone. "It's done," he said.

Thana—delusional and overconfident—laughed.

"Finally. He's mine."

The family heard every word. Zayan's lips curled into a cold, devilish smirk.

"Hmmhm."

Later that night, while Zayan slept with his children safely in his arms…

Lysander prayed silently.

"Dear Lord, please let Mama and Dad be together again. Let her wake up. Please… I beg you."

He closed his eyes, drifting to sleep, holding Liam's hand.

And far away, in a quiet hospital room…

Nora's fingers moved.