Chapter 96. Zaylien

Five years later.

Five years had passed since that long night in the hospital when Lucien almost slipped away and Zayn nearly lost his mind. But in those years, their world had changed.

The mansion, once quiet and filled with shadows of the past, now echoed with small footsteps, laughter, and the occasional loud cry of a stubborn little boy who had become the center of their lives.

Their son, Zaylien, had grown into a bright, curious, and mischievous child. He had Zayn’s sharp, watchful eyes but Lucien’s warm, soft smile. Everyone who saw him could not deny that he was the perfect blend of both men.

That afternoon, the garden was alive with colors. White roses and lilies decorated the pathway, not because of an event yet, but because Zayn had ordered it in preparation for what was to come. Workers were busy arranging tables, chairs, and lights. At the far end, a woman with a clipboard in her hand directed decorators as she waited for Lucien to give his final