Nightfall cloaked the Kai mansion in silence. Inside Zayan's bedroom, peace reigned.
Nora lay asleep on the bed, her face serene, the twins nestled closely beside her. Max lay on the floor beside them, protective and alert. Zayan rocked Seraphina gently in his arms, her breathing slow and steady as she slipped into slumber.
The door creaked open quietly. Rhea and Desmon stepped inside.
Zayan glanced up without moving. "Need something?"
They shook their heads slightly, watching the peaceful scene before them.
"We live just beside your house now, Mr. Kai," Rhea said softly. "So we'll be coming around to see her."
Zayan didn't look up. "Hmhm."
They left quietly.
Outside, Desmon sighed. "Wow. All this happened to Nora?"
Rhea nodded, rubbing her temple. "Let's go."
Zayan watched from the window as they left. A small, knowing smirk curved his lips.
The next morning
Rhea and Desmon returned—this time with something precious. Old law books, scribbled notebooks, and journals—Nora's notes. All written by hand, without any help from the internet. Zayan flipped through the pages, seeing her neat handwriting, complex theories, and underlined quotes.
"She was always ahead of her time," Rhea said.
Zayan smiled softly. "Thank you."
Just then—
"ZAYAN!"
Meira burst into the room, her energy crackling like lightning. "Where is Nora? I need her," she grinned.
Zayan arched a brow. "Why do you need my wife?"
Desmon saw her and blinked. "Woah…" he muttered under his breath. "Her aura is strong."
Meira turned sharply. "What!?"
"Nothing… nothing," he said quickly.
Zayan laughed, clapping him on the back. "If you're falling in love with her, please take her away. Do me that favor."
Meira gasped dramatically. "Oh really? You want me gone?"
They all laughed.
"Uhmm… Zayan?" Neal peeked in with Darba behind him. "You need to see what your wife is doing."
They all rushed out.
Zayan looked up.
And froze.
Nora was standing on the chandelier. No ladder. No support. Just standing there barefoot like it was a sidewalk.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Eryx and Kian yelled as the rest of the gang walked in.
"What the hell?" the girls gasped.
"NORA ZAYAN KAI!" Zayan bellowed. "What in God's name are you doing?! How did you even get up there?!"
Nora looked down and beamed. "Z!!! Hiiiii Z!!!" she sang.
Catalina, already recording, sent the video to Aveline.
Aveline replied instantly:
"How the hell did she get up there??"
"Love, please get down!" Nathaira pleaded.
"Z, say pretty please," Nora teased.
Zayan rolled his eyes but smiled. "Pretty please get down, love."
She grinned and backed up a little. "Z…"
Then—a double backflip.
Gasps filled the hall as she landed perfectly, right in front of Zayan.
Before anyone could react, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing his cheek. Laughter erupted.
That's when the door opened again.
Mrs. Janet walked in—with Livie at her side.
"Hello, Zayan," Janet said warmly in her thick French accent. "Good to see you again."
"Hi, Zayan baby," Livie purred.
Nora's eyes narrowed. "Who's Zayan's baby? He's my baby. Not yours, bitch," she snapped, wrapping her arms tightly around Zayan.
Livie's fists clenched.
Zayan swiftly carried Nora to the kitchen, leaving Janet and Catalina to speak.
Meanwhile, Livie's eyes fell on the family photo—Nora, Zayan, the twins. Her lips curled with hatred.
From the shadows, Neal stepped forward.
Livie, unaware of his presence, whispered, "Just one day… and I'll wipe her face from his life."
Neal smirked in the dark. Later, he whispered in Zayan's ear:
"She ordered poison. She's planning to invite you both to a party. Don't let Nora eat anything. Feed her before leaving. Okay?"
Zayan nodded.
He later showed Janet her daughter's threats.
Janet sighed. "Kill her if you want. I'm very, very tired of her."
"Okay," Zayan said coldly.
Later that day
Nora fed the twins while Max, now visibly larger, wolfed down his food. He had grown fast—and strong.
Zayan sat beside her. "Hey, love. The day after tomorrow, we're going for another ultrasound. Just like before, okay?"
Nora nodded sweetly.
"Z? How much does that car cost—the one that man came with?"
"You mean the G-Wagon?"
"Yeah," she said.
Zayan paused. He thought about lying. "Uh… £10,000."
"Okay, hold on."
She ran off and returned with her piggy bank. With a smash, coins and notes spilled out. She counted—£7,000.
"I don't have enough," she said sadly. "But when I reach £10,000, I'll give you."
Zayan smiled. "It's okay, baby. Give me this, and I'll get the car for you."
"Here—it's my Christmas and birthday money," she giggled.
Zayan looked at her and thought: How could anyone want to hurt this girl?
Later
Zayan walked down the hall and was stopped by Livie.
"Hi, baby," she said, stepping close.
Zayan took a step back.
She placed a hand on his chest seductively. "I'm sorry for my behavior. Your wife isn't in a good state to raise those kids. Let me take care of them."
His face twisted with disgust.
"I hate women like you—who try to destroy a man's peace of mind. Get lost," he said coldly, pushing her aside.
That night, Zayan and Nora curled up in bed, arms and legs tangled around each other. Seraphina murmured in her sleep beside them, and Max kept guard near the door.
Together, they slept—wrapped in warmth, love, and the calm before the next storm.