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a desperate situation, and this offer, as strange as it was, could provide her with a way out. She took a deep breath, trying to process the gravity of the proposal. "Why me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I can see potential in you," Henry replied, his tone unwavering. "You're resourceful, and I need someone who can carry this child without complications. I want a healthy heir, and I believe you can provide that." Leila felt a mix of anger and frustration. "So I'm just a means to an end for you? You think you

can just buy me off?" "It's not like that," he said, leaning back in his chair. "This is a mutually beneficial arrangement. You have the chance to rebuild your life, and I get what I need. It’s business, plain and simple." She stared at him, conflicted. "And what happens after the baby is born? What do you want from me then?" "Nothing more than the child. Once the baby is born, I will ensure you are taken care of financially, and you will have no further obligations. No strings attached." Leila struggled with his words. On one hand, the offer

sounded too good to be true, and on the other, the life she was living was unbearable. The thought of having a child also terrified her. Could she really go through with it? As they sat in silence, a myriad of thoughts raced through her mind. What kind of life would the child have? What kind of father would Henry be? Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke up, "I need to think about it." "Take your time," Henry replied, unfazed. "But know that this opportunity won’t last forever. I’ve been clear about my intentions; this is your

chance to escape your current situation." Leila nodded slowly, still wrestling with the implications of the decision that lay ahead. As she gazed out of the café window at the bustling city, she wondered if she could truly become a vessel for something greater than herself. And with that thought, the reality of her life and the possibility of change hung heavily in the air. A situation where every day was a struggle to survive; even so, the idea of giving up something so personal for money made her stomach churn. "And then what?" she asked, her voice heavy with

skepticism. "What happens after the baby is born?" Henry relaxed slightly in his chair, as if he had anticipated the question. "After the baby is born, you'll receive a substantial sum to start your life over. No strings attached. You'll be free to do whatever you want." "No strings attached?" She let out a humorless laugh. "And how do I know you won't change your mind and drag me into court later?" He studied her carefully before answering. "Leila, I'm a businessman. I don't enter into agreements without ensuring all parties benefit. You'll have a legally binding contract; neither of

us will be able to change the terms afterward. Now, let's have a little fun with those who only read the comments: type 'milkshake' in the comments. Only those who've read this far will understand. Now, back to the story." Leila fell silent, absorbing his words. The promise of security, even if temporary, was tempting. She had nothing now—not even a place to sleep that night—but she also knew she was on the verge of making a life-altering decision. "And what if I say no?" she challenged, leaning slightly forward. Henry gave a faint smile. "Then you go back to

the streets. You keep scraping by, facing the cold and the hunger. The choice is yours." His words landed like a blow. She wanted to hate him for being so blunt, but she hated even more the truth in them. He had backed her into a corner, and she knew it. But there was one more thing she needed to ask. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "A man like you, with all your money—why not adopt a child or find one of those wealthy women who love showing off their perfect kids?" Henry took a deep breath before

answering, his tone more serious than before. "Because I want something that's mine—an heir of my own blood. And because adopting or getting involved with someone in my social circle brings complications I'm not willing to deal with. I want control, Leila. Nothing more, nothing less." The coldness in his words made her look away, unsettled. She knew he was being honest, which only made her feel more vulnerable. "I need time to think." "Think," she said finally, trying to regain some control over the situation. Henry nodded, as if he had expected this response. "You have 24 hours. After

that, don't bother contacting me." He stood up and walked toward the door without another word. Leila watched as he disappeared, feeling as though she was being pulled into a whirlwind she might never escape. Walking through the streets, Leila’s thoughts raced. Henry’s words echoed in her mind: comfort, stability, a new life. She knew all too well what it meant to have nothing. The biting cold of the night stung her skin, a reminder that tomorrow would bring the same struggles: the fight for food, the constant fear, and the humiliation of being invisible to the world. She sat

on a park bench, staring at the overcast sky. Her mother used to say that opportunities only knock once, and it’s up to you to decide whether to seize them or let them slip away. But at what cost? she wondered. Having a child, even as part of a deal, was a monumental decision. But what if it was her only chance to escape the endless cycle of misery? Meanwhile, Henry sat in his living room, reviewing a contract his lawyers had meticulously prepared. He hated waiting, but he knew Leila didn’t have many options. Regardless, he had already calculated

the risks. If she declined, he’d move on to someone else—simple as that. The sound of the intercom interrupted his thoughts. He picked up, hearing his receptionist's voice inform him that Leila had arrived. "Send her up," he replied, his tone neutral. Minutes later, the door opened, and Leila walked in. Her eyes were tired but determined. "I accept," she said bluntly. Before Henry could say anything, he stood up, observing her carefully. There was no hesitation in her expression—just a firm decision. "Great, let’s make this official." He motioned for her to sit while he picked up the contract

from the table. Leila looked at the document, reading the terms carefully. The conditions were clear: she would be taken care of throughout the pregnancy, with all her expenses paid. And in the end, she would receive a significant amount to restart her life. In return, she would give up any rights to the child. "This seems final," she murmured as she read. "That's exactly what I want," Henry replied. "And I hope it's what you want too." Leila took a deep breath and, after a moment of hesitation, picked up the pen. With a quick motion, she signed her

name, sealing the agreement that would change their lives forever. The signing of the contract sealed more than just a deal; it marked a new phase in Leila Parker's life. That same day, she was escorted by Stephanie, Henry's assistant, to a black car waiting at the building's entrance. As she looked out the car window, the city, which had once felt overwhelming, now seemed to offer something different—a chance to start over. Leila didn't speak much during the ride to Henry's mansion, but Stephanie tried to break the silence. "You'll like the place; it's quiet, spacious, and most importantly,

comfortable." The friendly tone contrasted with the cold environment of the contract she had just signed. Leila just nodded, still processing everything that had happened in the past few hours. When the car finally arrived at the mansion, her eyes widened. The monumental iron gate opened, revealing a property surrounded by impeccably maintained gardens. Center was the mansion—an imposing marble and glass structure that seemed as cold and calculating as the man who owned it. Stephanie led her inside, and Leila barely had time to take in the extravagant details: crystal chandeliers, wide marble staircases, and furniture that looked like

it came straight out of a design magazine. It made her uncomfortable; this wasn't her world, but for now, it would be her new reality. "I'll show you to your room," Stephanie said with a smile. "It's one of the best suites in the house." Leila followed in silence. Upon entering the room, she was greeted by a huge bed with linen sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a bathroom larger than any apartment she had ever lived in. "If you need anything, just call me; we're here to take care of you," Stephanie added before leaving her alone. Leila sat on

the edge of the bed, running her hands over the soft fabric of the sheets. It was strange; until yesterday, she had been sleeping on cold sidewalks, and now she was surrounded by luxury. But as comfortable as it was, there was still something heavy in the air. She knew she wasn't a guest; she was part of a business deal. In the days that followed, Leila tried to adjust to the new routine. Meals were served promptly, and a team of doctors was hired to conduct initial exams. As expected, Henry kept his distance. He was focused on work,

rarely appearing around the house except to check the reports Stephanie gave him on Leila's progress. On one of those rare occasions when they crossed paths in the hallway, Leila was leaving a medical appointment when she saw Henry walking toward her with his usual impeccable posture and serious look. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone more out of obligation than concern. Leila hesitated before answering. "Everything is as expected, I guess." He nodded, not deepening the conversation. However, before walking away, he gave her one last look. "If you need anything, ask Stephanie. I want you to be

well." She didn't know what to make of that comment. Was it genuine kindness, or just a way to ensure the agreement went smoothly? Either way, that brief encounter lingered in her mind. Although she was being treated like a queen, Leila couldn't ignore the dilemmas that began to arise within her. During a silent night, she walked to the balcony of her room and looked at the vast garden illuminated by the moonlight. Everything was so calm, so far from the reality she knew. "Am I doing the right thing?" she thought, hugging herself against the cold wind. The

idea of carrying a child and then giving it away seemed increasingly complex, and although the contract made it clear she would have no rights to the child, she didn't know how she would handle it emotionally. Meanwhile, Henry watched everything from a distance. He knew Leila was resilient, but he also recognized that she carried significant emotional weight. Despite his cold demeanor, he felt a faint twinge of curiosity about her. Who was this woman who had accepted such an unusual proposal, and why couldn't he completely shake the feeling that maybe she was more than just part of

a plan? One evening, Leila was in the living room browsing through a book from the shelf. She wasn't a fan of classic literature, but there was something comforting about the quiet of the house and the scent of old books. Henry walked in, surprising her; he seemed distracted, holding a folder of documents in his hand. "I didn't expect to find you here," he said, stopping in the middle of the room. "I didn't expect you to talk to me," she replied with a sarcastic smile. He frowned but didn't respond right away. Instead, he placed the folder on

the table and sat down in a nearby armchair. "Are you settling in?" he asked, crossing his arms. "I think so," she answered hesitantly, "but it still feels strange. It doesn't feel real." Henry leaned forward slightly. "It does have to feel strange. This is a contract, Leila—an agreement. I assure you everything will be carried out exactly as planned." "That's what you do, isn't it?" she said with a hint of defiance. "Plan everything, calculate everything, leave no room for mistakes." He looked at her closely, as if deciding whether the conversation was worth continuing. "That's how I've built

everything I have. Planning prevents failure," he finally replied. Leila gave a short laugh, shaking her head. "Sometimes failure is inevitable. You can plan everything, but you can't control how you feel." Henry's words hit him like a blow. He leaned back in the chair without replying. Leila noticed his reaction but didn't push further; she simply picked up the book from the shelf and headed to her room, leaving Henry alone, deep in thought. The days went by, and Leila Parker began adjusting to life in Henry Lewis's mansion. While the environment was grand and comfortable, she couldn't shake

the feeling of not belonging. Every expensive piece of furniture, every decorative object seemed to scream that this wasn't her place. Still, she followed the routine: frequent medical appointments, meals prepared by chefs. Despite the comfort, an emotional emptiness lingered. At night, alone in her room, she thought about what she had left behind. Not that it was much, but it was the only life she had known. Now everything felt out of control. What would it be like to carry a child and then hand it over? She tried to push those thoughts away, but they haunted her, especially

in the stillness of the night. While Leila grappled with her internal conflicts, Henry watched her from a distance. He maintained a reserved demeanor but found himself curious. Even amidst his commitments and meetings, he often caught himself thinking about her. It wasn't romantic or emotional, at least. Not yet, but a curiosity he couldn't quite explain. One afternoon, returning home after a long day of meetings, Henry found Lila in the garden. She was sitting on a bench, her face turned toward the sky; the scene contrasted with the tough image he had of her. For a moment, he

hesitated to approach but eventually walked over to her. "Enjoying the garden?" he asked in his firm, direct tone. Lila turned slightly, surprised, but quickly responded, "It's nice—definitely better than the streets." He sat beside her, keeping some distance; there was something disarming about Lila's honesty. "Are you settling in?" he asked. Lila shrugged, looking at the flowers in front of her. "It still feels strange, like I'm living someone else's life." Henry remained silent for a moment before replying, "It's all part of the agreement. I want you to have everything you need so things go as planned." "As

planned?" she echoed with a hint of irony. "Do you always live like this, planning every second of your life?" Henry looked at her, surprised by the question. He was used to people who simply agreed with him, who never challenged him. "Planning is what keeps everything running," he said firmly. "Without it, everything falls apart." Lila gave a faint smile, shaking her head. "I don't think everything can be controlled. Sometimes things just happen, whether you want them to or not." Her words unsettled him more than he expected. He stood up abruptly, ending the conversation. "If you need

anything, let Stephanie know," he said before heading back inside the house. A few days later, Henry decided to accompany Lila to one of her medical appointments. He justified his presence by saying he wanted to ensure everything was going well, but deep down he felt a growing responsibility for the situation. Lila showed no surprise but was inwardly intrigued by his decision. At the doctor's office, the usual examinations were conducted, and for the first time, they heard the baby's heartbeat. Lila felt a wave of unexpected emotion; her eyes filled with tears, but she tried to hide it.

Henry, on the other hand, remained still; his expression was hard to read, but something in his gaze had changed. It was as if that simple sound had touched something inside him that he wasn't prepared to face. "Everything looks perfect," said the doctor, smiling. "You can start thinking about what you want to do next, like prenatal care and the next steps." Lila nodded, but Henry remained silent. On the way back to the mansion, the silence in the car was heavy. Henry was visibly thoughtful, and Lila couldn't find the right words to fill the space between them.

When they finally arrived, he opened the door for her—a simple gesture that surprised her. "Thank you for today," Lila said as she got out of the car. "It was the least I could do," Henry replied, not looking directly at her. "I'll make sure everything continues to go well." Lila watched him as he walked into the mansion, his posture always impeccable, but there was something different about him. Maybe the sound of the heartbeat had touched a part of Henry that he kept hidden, or maybe it was just her imagination. In the following days, Lila began to

notice small changes. Henry appeared more frequently in the common areas of the house, and their conversations, though brief, seemed less mechanical. He asked about the details of her appointments, how she was feeling, and even suggested activities to help her relax. One night, while they were dining in silence at the large dining table, Henry broke the habit and asked, "Have you thought about what you want to do after all this is over?" Lila was surprised by the question; it was the first time he had shown any interest in her future. "I don't have any plans," she

replied honestly. "I still don't know what my life will be like after this." Henry nodded, seeming to consider her answer. "You'll have the resources to start over wherever you want. Just make sure you do something worthwhile." Lila looked at him, intrigued. Behind the calculated coldness, there seemed to be a trace of genuine concern. She didn't know how to interpret it, but for the first time, she didn't feel completely alone in the mansion. One morning, Lila found a package left at the entrance of her room. It was a gift, wrapped impeccably, with a small handwritten note:

"To help with your free time." Inside was a new sketchbook and high-quality pencils. Lila was speechless; she didn't know that Henry knew about her love for drawing. During one of their early conversations, she had casually mentioned how she used to draw to distract herself, but she never expected him to remember, let alone care. That night, while she was in the garden, Henry passed by her and stopped for a moment. "Did you like the gift?" he asked casually. "Yes," Lila replied, holding the sketchbook. "Thank you! I didn't expect this." Henry shrugged. "It seemed like something that

could be good for you." Lila smiled, holding the gift more firmly. "It was," she replied simply. Lila began to realize that the routine in the mansion, despite being well-planned and comfortable, was not enough to dispel the internal conflicts surrounding her. Each day brought a new sense of emptiness, as if she were physically present but disconnected from what was happening around her. While Henry maintained his usual firm demeanor, Lila felt there was something more to the man that he didn't let show. One morning, she was surprised by an unexpected request from Henry. He wanted them to

talk after breakfast; something that seemed atypical given the distance he usually maintained. Once they finished, Lila met him in the sitting room, where he waited next to a stack of papers. "I want to discuss some additional details of..." debate. As they made their way to the car, Leila felt a sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension. The drive to the clinic was uneventful, but she couldn't shake off the nervousness bubbling inside her. When they arrived, Henry parked the car and they both stepped out, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words. Inside the clinic, Leila was led to

the examination room while Henry waited outside. The doctor greeted her with a warm smile, and Leila quickly settled onto the examination table, her heartbeat racing. As the ultrasound machine was readied, she couldn't help but wonder what Henry was thinking. Would he see the babies and feel something? Would it change anything between them? The doctor applied the gel and began the ultrasound. As the images appeared on the screen, Leila's breath caught in her throat. There, nestled in her womb, were two little forms, each tiny heartbeat echoing a promise of life. Tears welled in her eyes as

she watched the screen, overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions that she couldn't quite process. Just then, she heard a soft knock at the door. Henry stepped in, his face a mask of curiosity and concern. As he walked closer, the doctor pointed at the screen. "And here is your baby," he said, gesturing toward the first image. Henry's eyes widened as he took in the sight. The tension in the room shifted, and for a moment, the air felt charged with something unspoken. "Is that... are those...?" he stumbled over his words, clearly taken aback. "Yes," the doctor

confirmed, "you are expecting twins." Leila looked at Henry, her heart pounding. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and awe, something she had never seen from him before. The walls she had built around her emotions began to crumble as she realized she wasn't in this alone. In that moment, a connection sparked between them, fragile yet powerful. Henry reached for her hand, his grip gentle, as if he were afraid he might break something. "This is... incredible," he murmured softly, his voice almost a whisper. "Yes, it is," Leila replied, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. For

the first time, the barriers between them felt less like walls and more like bridges waiting to be crossed. In that small, sterile room, they shared a moment that was just for them—the beginning of something profound that neither had expected. Discussion. Leila headed to the car, feeling the silence between them heavier than usual. Henry, as always, was focused, but there was something different in his demeanor. Maybe he was as nervous as she was, though he would never admit it. At the doctor's office, the physician greeted them with a warm smile. He motioned for Lila to lie

down while he prepared the ultrasound equipment. “Today we’ll get a clearer view of the baby,” the doctor explained, adjusting the monitor. Lea looked at the screen, trying to ignore the cold gel the doctor was applying to her abdomen. When the transducer began to glide over her skin, she held her breath, anxious about what was to come. Henry, standing beside her, crossed his arms, keeping his eyes fixed on the monitor. Then the sound came: the strong, steady rhythm of heartbeats—not just one, but two. “Well, here's the surprise we couldn't see last time,” the doctor said, pointing

to the screen. “You're expecting twins!” Lea's eyes widened in surprise. Twins? She had never considered that possibility. She felt a wave of emotion wash over her—a mix of shock and joy. Instinctively, she placed a hand on her belly, trying to process the news. Henry, for his part, remained silent for a few seconds, his serious expression giving way to something Lila had never seen before: genuine awe. He leaned slightly forward, watching the screen intently. “Two?” he asked, as if needing confirmation. “Two,” the doctor replied with a smile. “Both seem healthy and are growing well.” The silence

that followed was filled only with the sound of the heartbeats echoing in the room. For Lila, that moment was magical. No matter how hard she tried to remain emotionally distant, she couldn't help but feel connected to the two lives inside her. “Let’s play a game with those who only read the comments: type ‘Pizza’ in the comments. Only those who get here will understand. Now let’s continue with the story.” Henry, standing beside her, seemed equally moved. He remained quiet, but his eyes revealed something that words couldn't express. For the first time, he seemed vulnerable, touched by

the idea of becoming a father to two. On the way back to the mansion, the silence between them was different. It wasn't the usual cold and distant silence, but something laden with meaning. Leila finally broke the silence. “You don't seem like the kind of person who gets easily surprised,” she commented, trying to lighten the tension. Henry sighed, his eyes fixed on the road. “I’m not, but this…” he paused, choosing his words. “This is different.” Lea glanced at him, intrigued. Henry rarely showed emotions, but now he seemed lost in thought. “Is it scary?” she asked, almost

in a whisper. He turned slightly to look at her before answering. “No, it’s impressive. Knowing that in a few months, two completely new beings will be here, depending on me.” Lila felt a pang of pain in her chest. She knew that eventually she would have to let go of those babies, but hearing him talk about them with such care made her realize how connected she already was to them. “They also depend on me, at least for now,” she said, trying to hide the emotion in her voice. Henry nodded. “I know, and that’s why I want

to make sure you’re okay, Lila—not just physically, but in every way that’s important to me.” She stayed silent, absorbing his words. It was the first time he had spoken so sincerely about what they were going through together. Later that night, Lila was on the terrace looking at the horizon when Henry appeared again. He seemed hesitant, something rare in his usually confident demeanor. “I can't stop thinking about what the doctor said today,” he began, sitting next to her. “Two babies, two futures.” Lea turned to him, surprised by his openness. “It’s a lot of responsibility, isn’t it?”

she asked. “It’s more than that,” Henry said, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “This is the first time I feel like something in my life can't be calculated. I can't plan who these two will become. I can't control who they'll grow into.” Leila felt a chill hearing those words. It was rare for Henry to admit that something was beyond his control. She realized that, like her, he was changing—albeit reluctantly. “Sometimes that can be a good thing,” she said. “Not knowing what's next can bring things you never imagined.” Henry looked at her as though he were

considering her words for the first time. He seemed to be accepting the idea that not everything in life could be planned. In the following days, the news about the twins brought an unexpected lightness to the mansion. Stephanie began making adjustments to the nursery that had been prepared, now adapting it for two. Leila watched the transformations with mixed feelings. She knew the agreement required her to give up the babies, but deep down, she realized it would be far harder than she had imagined. As preparations continued, Lila and Henry started to see that the contract that had

united them was turning into something far more complicated. The twins, not even born yet, were already reshaping their lives in ways neither of them had foreseen. The days following the revelation of the twins brought a subtle yet significant shift in Lila and Henry's dynamic. Though he remained the same methodical and reserved man, small gestures began to emerge, revealing a side of him Lila hadn't expected. One afternoon, after a medical appointment, Henry insisted on escorting her to the car, something he would typically leave to Stephanie or another staff member. “Are you okay?” he asked, holding the

car door open for her. Lea nodded, surprised by the gesture. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” On the drive back to the mansion, their usual silence was broken when Henry asked, “Is there—” anything you need, anything that might make you more comfortable." Leila glanced at him, trying to read his expression; it didn't feel like a superficial concern. There was something more genuine about it, though she wasn't sure how to interpret it yet. "Nothing to mind right now, but thank you for asking," she replied cautiously. He nodded and returned his focus to the road, but Leila sensed

that something was shifting. Despite her reservations, Henry seemed genuinely concerned about her. Back at the mansion, Leila noticed more signs of change. One day, she found a set of new pillows and blankets in her room, accompanied by a simple note: "To help you rest better." She couldn't help but smile at the gesture; it was a small act, but it carried meaning. Later, as she sipped tea in the living room, Henry entered and quietly sat in the armchair opposite her. He seemed more relaxed than usual, though still maintained his serious demeanor. “Did you like what I

left in your room?” he asked bluntly. “Yes, I did. It was thoughtful of you,” Leila replied, studying him curiously. “Good. I want to make sure you're comfortable; that's important to me,” he said without looking away. Leila frowned slightly; as much as she appreciated the kindness, there was still a barrier of mistrust she couldn't quite overcome. “You're changing, Henry, or at least it seems that way, but I still don't know why,” she said directly. He stared at her for a moment as if deciding what to say. Finally, he sighed. “Maybe you're right; maybe I am changing.

But the truth is, I don't know how to be different. I'm not used to caring.” The words seemed to surprise him as much as they did her. It was rare to see Henry admit any vulnerability, but there he was, revealing a part of himself that always seemed locked away. That night, Leila reflected on the conversation while gazing at the sky from the terrace. Henry wasn't what she had expected. He was still hard to figure out, but there was something human beneath that controlling exterior. She just didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

Henry, meanwhile, was in his office, staring at the contract that defined his arrangement with Leila. For the first time, he felt the weight of that document. He had started this with a clear goal: to have an heir and move on with his life. But now, things weren't so simple. He knew he was starting to care, and that terrified him. The next morning, Henry joined Leila for breakfast, something he rarely did. “There's something I'd like to discuss,” he said directly. Leila looked up, curious. “What is it?” He hesitated before answering. “I know you still don't trust

me, and I can't blame you. I've never been good at trusting people, and that's turned me into someone who maybe isn't easy to deal with.” Leila stayed silent, letting him continue. “I've had experiences that taught me not to depend on anyone, to not let anyone get close enough to hurt me. But with you—with what we're building—I realized that maybe I'm wrong.” She blinked, surprised by his honesty. It was rare to hear Henry talk about himself this way. “We all have our barriers, Henry,” she said softly, “but that doesn't mean we need to hide behind them

forever.” He nodded, seeming to consider her words. “Maybe you're right, but changing isn't easy for me.” Leila gave a small smile. “No one said it would be.” Later that day, Henry decided to join her for a walk in the garden. They talked about trivial things at first, but the conversation soon returned to the babies. “Have you thought about names?” he asked, surprising her. “No, not yet. I thought that was something you'd want to decide on your own,” she replied. “I think it would be fair to do it together,” he said. To Leila's amazement, she realized

that Henry was trying to be more open, more present. And while she was still cautious, she couldn't ignore that he was making an effort. As the sun set, they sat on a bench in the garden, watching the warm colors of the sky. “I never imagined I'd be here, doing something like this,” Leila said, almost to herself. “Neither did I,” Henry responded with a slight smile, “but maybe this is exactly where we need to be.” Leila looked at him, noticing that for the first time, Henry seemed to be letting his guard down. Maybe, just maybe, there

was a chance that this wasn't just a contract, but the beginning of something much bigger. The morning started like any other. Leila felt the weight of the months of pregnancy in every movement, but she was determined to keep her routine. Henry, as usual, was in the office, buried in documents. Their interactions, now more frequent, had become a kind of silent comfort for both. But that day, something was different. Just before lunch, Leila felt a sudden pain. It was different from any discomfort she had felt before. She tried to ignore it, thinking it was just another

typical pregnancy ache, but the intensity increased. Alarmed, she called Stephanie, who immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. “Henry needs to know about this,” Stephanie said, helping Leila to sit down. “This could be the start of labor.” Leila nodded, trying to control her breathing as another wave of pain hit her. Stephanie went to get Henry, who appeared in the room within minutes. Seeing her, his usually impassive face showed something rare: genuine concern. “Leila, what's happening?” he asked quickly, approaching. “I think it's happening,” she said, gasping. “The babies are coming.” For a moment, Henry seemed frozen,

but he quickly regained control. He grabbed the phone, ordering the driver to get the car ready and instructing Stephanie to gather everything they would need for the hospital. "Going now," he said, his voice firm but with a touch of urgency that Lila had never heard before. The ride to the hospital was a blur of emotions. Lila focused on managing the pain while Henry, sitting next to her, watched her with a mix of anxiety and determination. He held her hand during the trip, a gesture that seemed automatic but was full of meaning. "We're almost there," he

said, squeezing her hand gently. "You'll be okay; we'll be okay." Lila didn't respond, but she felt a strange calm from his words. At the hospital, everything happened quickly. A medical team was already on standby, thanks to Henry's meticulous planning, and Lila was taken straight to the delivery room. He stayed by her side the entire time, refusing to leave despite the staff's attempts to get him to wait outside. "I'm staying," he said firmly, holding Lila's hand. "I'm not going anywhere." During the hours that followed, Henry witnessed something he never imagined: Lila's strength as she brought the

twins into the world. Each moment seemed endless but also filled with an intensity he had never experienced. Finally, the first cry filled the room. The sound was both small and powerful, reverberating like a wave of emotion. "A boy," the doctor announced, smiling. "A beautiful, healthy boy." Henry felt his heart race; he couldn't take his eyes off the baby being carefully placed on a nearby table. Before he could fully process what was happening, a second cry filled the room. "A girl." His daughter. Lila, exhausted but with eyes shining, looked at the two babies being gently cleaned

and wrapped in blankets. She wanted to hold them, but she knew the moment would be brief. Henry stood frozen for a few seconds, watching the doctors work. Then, as if something inside him had finally given way, he stepped closer to Lila, took her hand, and said, "You were incredible. Thank you." Silent tears streamed down Lila's face, but she couldn't tell if they were from joy, relief, or a heart already beginning to break. Soon after, the babies were handed to her. Lila held them carefully, feeling the warmth and fragility of their small lives. She studied them,

taking in every detail: their closed eyes, tiny fingers moving involuntarily. It was an overwhelming love, and she knew it would be impossible to leave them without carrying a part of them forever. Henry stayed by her side, silent but visibly moved. When he finally held the boy in his arms, his hardened expression softened in a way Lila had never seen before. He seemed to connect with something far beyond the idea of an heir; it was life in its purest form, a bond he had never experienced. When he held the girl, Henry closed his eyes for a

moment, as if trying to imprint the moment into his memory. When he opened them, he looked at Lila, and she saw something she never expected: genuine gratitude. "They're perfect," he said, his voice rough with emotion. Lila nodded, still holding the boy. Tears fell freely now, but she didn’t care. That night, while Lila rested in her room, Henry stayed by the babies' side in the hospital observation area. He watched them sleep, feeling a flood of emotions he didn’t know how to control. For the first time, he realized these children weren’t just part of a plan or

a legacy; they were his connection to something greater, something he had never allowed himself to feel before: true love. Stephanie arrived, carrying coffee. She placed the cup on a nearby table and gently asked, "Mr. Lewis, is everything all right?" Henry looked at her, clearly struggling to find the right words. "For the first time in a long while, I think it is," he replied. Stephanie smiled and left, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his children. Meanwhile, Lila woke up in her room, feeling a heavy loneliness. As much as she wanted to be happy, she knew

the contract still loomed over everything. The babies, now the center of her existence, wouldn’t be hers for much longer. But when she looked at the door and saw Henry walking in with both babies in his arms, something inside her shifted. He looked different, as if that moment had transformed not just his relationship with the babies, but also with her. He approached the bed, handed her the boy, and sat beside her, holding the girl. "I don’t know how, but this has changed everything," he confessed, looking at the twins. Lila nodded, knowing that no matter how difficult

what came next would be, this moment was a miracle she would never forget. Months later, Henry's mansion was steeped in a heavy silence. Lila knew what the day meant. The weeks following the twins' birth had been a mix of joy and anguish. She loved them more than she ever thought possible, but the contract was clear: her time there was coming to an end. Today was the day she was supposed to leave everything behind. As she packed her few belongings into a small suitcase, Lila glanced at the babies' cribs, where they still slept peacefully. Tears threatened

to fall, but she refused to cry; she didn’t want her last memories to be marked by weakness. She knew what she had signed and tried to convince herself it was the right thing to do. Stephanie knocked softly on the door, entering with a worried expression. "Is everything ready?" she asked quietly. Lila nodded, swallowing her emotions. "Yes, thank you for everything." The assistant looked at her, hesitating before speaking. "Are you sure this is what you want? It seems like there's something more between you and Mr. Lewis." Lila forced a smile, though her heart felt heavy. "It's

not about what I want; it's about what was agreed upon." Stephanie didn’t press further; she simply left the room, promising to let Henry know. was ready to leave when she came down the stairs with her suitcase in hand. Lea found Henry waiting in the foyer. He was standing by the front door, his eyes fixed on her. There was no trace of the cold, calculating man she had met at the beginning; the Henry standing there seemed different, vulnerable, as if he was about to lose something important. "Everything's ready," Lila said, breaking the silence. He didn't respond

immediately. Instead, he took a step toward her, his gaze intense. "Are you really leaving?" he asked, his voice low, almost hoarse. Lila felt a lump in her throat but remained firm. "That was the deal. I've done my part; now it's time to move on." Henry stood still for a moment before reaching into the inside pocket of his coat and pulling out the contract. He held the document between his fingers as if it were something insignificant. "This contract," he began, his voice steadier now, "should never have defined what's happening between us." Before Lila could respond, Henry

tore the paper into pieces, letting them fall to the floor. The sound echoed through the foyer like a declaration. "I don't want you to go, Lea. I don't want this to end here." Lila froze, her eyes fixed on the pieces of paper on the floor. Her heart raced, but pain and fear kept her hesitant. "Henry, you can't just tear up a contract and expect that to change everything. It's not that simple." He took another step toward her, his expression full of emotion. "I know it's not simple. Nothing about this has been simple for me, but

these past few months have shown me something I never had the courage to admit: I need you, Lila. Not just because of the twins, but because you brought something into my life that I didn't even know was missing." His words hit her hard, but she shook her head, trying to resist. "And how do I know this is real?" she asked, her voice trembling. "How can I trust that you won't change your mind, that you won't pull away when things get tough?" Henry took a deep breath, seeming to struggle with his own insecurities. "Because I've already

tried living without feeling anything for anyone, and it left me empty. You showed me that I don't need to be afraid of connecting, of being human. And yes, it scares me, but I don't want to lose this—lose you." Lea felt tears streaming down her face, but there was still a barrier she couldn't overcome. "I fell in love with you, Henry," she admitted, her voice choked with emotion. "But you don't understand how hard it is to trust someone again. I've spent my whole life being discarded, ignored. How can I believe you won't do the same?" Henry

moved closer now, so near that she could feel his breath. "Because you changed everything for me, and I'm not the kind of man who says that lightly. I don't know how to prove it to you, Lea, but I'm willing to try every day for the rest of my life if you give me that chance." His words were like a blow to her defenses. Lila felt something inside her about to give way. She knew there were risks, but for the first time, she considered that maybe it was worth facing them. "What if it doesn't work out?"

she asked, almost in a whisper. Henry took her hands, looking directly into her eyes. "Then we'll try again and again if necessary. I won't give up on you, Lila. Never." For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Lila felt her doubts begin to fade, replaced by something stronger: hope. She looked at Henry, realizing that he was truly willing to let go of his control, his barriers, to be with her. Finally, she nodded, letting the tears fall freely. "Okay, I'll stay." Henry let out a sigh of relief and pulled her into a tight embrace. For the

first time, Lila felt that this was where she was meant to be. The day was just breaking at Henry's mansion. Lila woke to the soft sounds of the twins in the nursery next door. There was something different about that morning; for the first time in a long while, she didn't feel the weight of uncertainty or the tension of living under the terms of a contract. She had chosen to stay, and more importantly, Henry had chosen to open his heart, allowing them to build something together. Lila got up and went to the nursery. She found the

two little ones awake, cooing softly as they moved in their cribs. She leaned over each of them, stroking their rosy cheeks and whispering words of affection. Before she could get lost in the moment, she heard footsteps behind her. It was Henry. He stood in the doorway, watching the scene with a slight smile. His eyes, which had always conveyed control and distance, were now softer, filled with something Lila could only describe as love. "Good morning," he said, stepping into the room and approaching the babies. "Good morning," Lila said as Henry picked up the baby boy in

his arms. He looked at the baby with a sparkle in his eyes. "I don't think I ever imagined this moment would feel so natural," he confessed, almost to himself. Lila smiled, watching him grow into his role as a father. There was something deeply fulfilling about seeing him so devoted to the twins. The weeks that followed were a time of adjustment. Henry, though inexperienced, made an effort to learn how to care for the babies, helping Lila whenever he could. He changed diapers, though he was a bit clumsy at first, gave bottles, and even sang lullabies, despite

his gravelly voice not being the most melodic. For Lila, this dedication was proof that he was truly changing. One evening... As they sat on the couch with the twins sleeping in their cribs nearby, Henry turned to Lila. "I've been thinking about something," he said, his expression serious but calm. "What is it?" she asked, curious. He took a deep breath before continuing. "I want us to be a real family, not just because of the twins, but because I want you by my side forever." Lila was silent, taken aback by the intensity of his words. She knew

their feelings for each other had grown, but hearing that confession was something she hadn't expected. "Henry, this is a big step," she replied, trying to process the moment. "Are you sure?" He took her hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I know this won't be easy, and I know I made mistakes in the beginning, but I want to build something with you—something that's not based on contracts or obligations, but on love." His words were sincere, and Lila knew it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she

nodded. "I want that, too, Henry." A few weeks later, an intimate ceremony was held in the mansion's gardens. Only a few close people were invited, including Stephanie and other staff members who had become an important part of their journey. The day was perfect, with the sun shining and a gentle breeze moving through the flowers that decorated the venue. Lila wore a simple yet elegant dress, while Henry looked sharp in a suit. The twins, dressed adorably, were in Stephanie's arms, who couldn't hide her tears of joy when Henry and Lila exchanged vows. They both spoke from

the heart. Henry promised to be the man she deserved, someone who would always stand by her, no matter what. Lila, in turn, promised to trust him and help him become the best version of himself. At the end of the ceremony, as they stood embracing each other while holding the twins, Stephanie remarked, "You make a beautiful family." And it was true. For the first time, Henry, Lila, and the babies were exactly where they were meant to be. After the ceremony, life continued with its challenges, but also with moments of joy. Henry and Lila worked together to

create a warm, loving home for the twins. They learned to be parents, facing sleepless nights and constant demands with a mix of exhaustion and happiness. One night, as Lila was putting the babies to bed, Henry appeared at the bedroom door. He walked up to her and, without saying a word, wrapped her in a tight embrace. Lila rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat that had become so familiar. "Thank you for not giving up on me," he said softly. "Thank you for showing me I could trust again," she replied. Months later, on

a sunny afternoon, Henry and Lila were in the garden watching the twins play on a soft mat in the grass. The babies' laughter filled the air, spreading pure, infectious joy. Lila turned to Henry, who was sitting beside her, and saw him smiling. "Are you happy?" she asked, genuinely curious. He looked at her and then at the twins before answering, "I never thought I could be this happy. You've given me more than I ever knew I needed: a family, a purpose, love." Lila smiled, feeling a peace she hadn't felt in a long time. "And you've shown

me that love can be built even through challenges. Thank you for that." As they leaned in for a gentle kiss, the twins began to babble something that sounded like "Mama" and "Dada." Henry and Lila laughed, overwhelmed with emotion, and moved closer to the little ones, wrapping them in all the love they had. That moment, simple and unassuming, was proof they had found something real. It wasn't a perfect life, but it was full of love, understanding, and hope, and that was all they needed to move forward. What did you think of Henry's actions? Share your thoughts

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