Chapter - 190
Jacob was the first to stir. The soft light of dawn filtered through the high windows, painting the room in golden hues. Slowly, he slipped out from beneath the tangled sheets, careful not to disturb the women nestled around him. Their forms were draped across the bed in graceful disarray—Vela's hand resting against his pillow, Seraphina curled beside her like a cat in a patch of sun, Angela's arm flung lazily over his waist. Althea, Elara, and Lily lay entangled near the foot of the bed, their peaceful faces bathed in warmth.
He stood still for a moment, just watching them—his women, his heart. Each of them had given him more than he could've ever imagined. Love, loyalty, laughter… and something deeper, something sacred. They were his reason to stand tall in the face of hardship. His reason to keep dreaming.
