Chapter 6

The morning sun bled through the white curtains of the penthouse suite, spilling light across marble floors that gleamed like liquid gold.

The sound of laughter—small, high, and bright—filled the air. Ava stood in front of the mirror, one hand clutching a diamond bracelet, the other steadying her thoughts.

Behind her, chaos unfolded in the most beautiful form. Ethan was chasing Lucas around the sofa, both boys in matching little tuxedos, while Ava Rose—her tiny twin—sat on the bed, brushing her doll’s hair with intense concentration.

“Boys,” Ava called softly, her tone both firm and affectionate, “if one of you…