Chapter 60
Mar 31, 2025
Lucien’s estate was alive with celebration, the grand halls filled with laughter, music, and warmth.
Felicia, dressed in an elegant navy-blue gown, stepped out of the carriage with Damien by her side.
Danny and Max rushed forward, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they took in the festive decorations.
The moment they spotted Eva and Tiana, the twin daughters of Georgina and Lucien, they squealed in delight.
“Eva! Tiana!” Max called out.
The girls turned, their matching blonde curls bouncing, and they let out excited giggles as the boys ran toward them.
In seconds, the four children were off playing, disappearing into the crowd.
Felicia let out a soft chuckle. “They’ve been waiting for this moment.”
Lucien, standing at the entrance with Georgina, smirked as he watched the reunion.
“I think they’ve made friends for life.”
Felicia stepped forward and embraced Georgina. “You look so much better.”
Georgina smiled warmly, squeezing her hands. “I feel better. Thanks to you.”
Felicia shook her head. “You saved yourself, Georgina. You fought to stay alive for your daughters.”
Georgina’s eyes shimmered with emotion, but before she could respond, Lucien clapped his hands.
“Enough of the heartfelt moments—tonight is about celebrating. Now come in, eat, drink, and let’s have some fun.”
Inside, the estate was breathtaking.
Golden chandeliers illuminated the ballroom, while the tables were lined with the finest food and wine.
The air was filled with the sweet melodies of a live orchestra, setting the perfect atmosphere for the night.
Lucien raised his glass, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“To new beginnings,” he toasted.
Everyone lifted their glasses, the sound of clinking glass echoing through the hall.
Felicia smiled as she took a sip of her wine, her eyes scanning the room.
For the first time in years, she felt at peace.
She watched as the children laughed and played, as Georgina and Lucien stood side by side, and as Damien stood next to her, his presence warm and steady.
She had never expected life to bring her back here—to this moment.
And yet, she wouldn’t change it for anything.
A new song began to play, and Lucien stepped forward with a smirk.
“Alright, it’s time for the first dance of the night.” He turned to Georgina, offering his hand. “May I have this dance?”
Georgina laughed softly, shaking her head before placing her hand in his. “You may.”
As the two of them moved onto the dance floor, Damien turned to Felicia, his green eyes twinkling.
“What about us?” he asked, raising a brow.
Felicia hesitated, then let out a small smirk. “I didn’t take you for a dancer.”
Damien chuckled, taking her hand anyway. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
He led her onto the dance floor, his hand resting at her waist, their bodies moving effortlessly with the music.
Felicia felt her heart race as she looked up at him.
Damien, her mate, the father of her children, the man who had once broken her heart.
And yet, here they were. It was undeniable—the pull between them. She couldn’t fight it anymore.
“I missed this,” Damien murmured, his voice low.
Felicia exhaled softly. “Me too.”
And for a moment, nothing else mattered. Not the past. Not the pain. Just them. But while they danced and celebrated, in the shadows—someone watched.
A pair of dark eyes burned with hatred, hidden in the trees just outside the estate. A deep, sinister voice whispered in the darkness.
“They killed your mother.”
A small child stood beside the figure, his tiny hands clenched into fists.
His body shook with anger, his heart filled with grief.
Sylvester.
His small, furious eyes locked onto Damien and Felicia as they danced.
“They killed your mother and now you’re an orphan,” the voice continued, its tone dripping with venom.
Sylvester’s chest rose and fell sharply, his small frame trembling with rage. Tears slid down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them away. He let them fall, let them fuel the fire burning inside him.
“They took everything from you,” the voice whispered. “Your home, your family… your mother.”
Sylvester’s tiny fists tightened.
“They need to pay,” the voice said.
Sylvester turned to look at the man standing beside him, his father. A man as dark and dangerous as the night itself. The man crouched down, placing a hand on Sylvester’s shoulder.
“You will kill them.” His voice was calm, emotionless. “You will wipe out their entire bloodline.”
Sylvester breathed heavily, his young mind clouded with hatred and grief.
“Did you hear me, Sylvester?” the man’s voice grew sharper. “Finish what your mother started. Make her proud.”
A small, broken whisper left Sylvester’s lips.
“Yes, Daddy.”
