A couple of days later, the Carter mansion had never looked like this before. It wasn't just a home anymore; it was a full baby empire.
Aria stood at the entrance, one baby in her arms, staring in disbelief. "…Ryan."
He stood beside her, calm as ever. "Yes?"
She slowly turned to him. "…Why are there two cars in the living room?"
Not small ones. Not toys. Actual mini luxury cars, custom-made, shining under the lights: one soft pink, one deep blue. It shows Ryan's boldness, making readers feel amused by his over-the-top style.
Ryan didn't even blink. "They're for the twins."
Aria just stared at him. "…They can't even sit."
"They will."
Katy, standing behind them, choked. "I knew it—I KNEW he was insane!"
Aria shifted the baby girl slightly in her arms. "Ryan… they're newborns."
"Yes."
"And you bought them cars."
"Yes."
"…Why?"
He looked at her like the answer was obvious. "Because they're mine."
Silence. Katy covered her mouth. "I'm not arguing with that logic. I'm not qualified."
Aria shook her head slowly, trying not to laugh. "This is too much…"
But it didn't stop there. The moment she stepped further inside, she froze again.
Toys everywhere: soft toys, educational toys, musical toys—things the babies wouldn't use for months—maybe even years. The chaos highlights the family's lively love, making readers feel warm and connected.
"…Ryan."
"Yes?"
"Did you buy the entire store?"
"No."
She raised an eyebrow.
He paused. "…Most of it."
Katy gasped. "I KNEW IT!"
Aria finally laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable…"
Ryan stepped closer, gently taking the baby boy from her arms with careful precision. "I'll get more if they need it."
"They don't need anything else!" she said quickly.
"They might."
Katy leaned toward Aria. "He's not going to stop, is he?"
Aria sighed. "…No."
Ryan adjusted the baby in his arms, his expression softening instantly. "Make sure everything is safe," he said to the staff, his tone turning cold and commanding. "Nothing sharp. Nothing unstable."
"Yes, sir."
"Temperature stays controlled."
"Yes, sir."
"No loud noise."
Katy slowly stepped back. "…I feel like I'm in a high-security facility."
Aria smiled faintly. "You kind of are."
Ryan stood beside her, silent, watching as he gently placed the baby boy down, handling him as if he were priceless-because to him, he was.
Aria followed, placing the baby girl beside her brother. For a moment, everything went quiet. The twins lay there peacefully—so small, so perfect.
Ryan stood beside her, silent, watching.
Aria glanced at him. "You're staring."
"I know."
"… You've been staring for hours."
"I know."
She smiled. "You're obsessed."
He didn't deny it. "They're mine."
She laughed softly, then looked back at the babies. "…Ours."
That made him pause just slightly. Then his hand moved—resting gently on her lower back, pulling her just a little closer.
"Rest," he said quietly.
"I'm fine."
"You're not."
"I am."
"You just gave birth to two humans."
Katy jumped in. "Yeah, listen to him for once!"
Aria rolled her eyes. "You two are annoying."
Ryan ignored Katy completely. "Go upstairs. Sleep."
She folded her arms slightly. "And leave them?"
"I'll stay."
She hesitated. "…You won't sleep."
"I don't need to."
Katy whispered loudly, "He's already gone. There's no saving him."
Aria looked at Ryan—really looked at him. The way his eyes stayed on the twins. The way he barely moved away. The way his entire world had… shifted.
"… Don't let anyone touch them," she said softly.
His jaw tightened slightly. "They won't."
Katy blinked. "…That sounded like a threat."
"It was," Ryan said calmly.
Aria smiled, shaking her head, then leaned in slightly, her voice softer. "…Thank you."
He looked at her. "For what?"
"For… all of this."
A pause. Ryan glanced around—the toys, the cribs, everything—then back at her. "It's nothing."
Katy nearly screamed. "NOTHING?! THERE ARE CARS IN THE LIVING ROOM—!"
"No one asked you," Ryan said coldly.
Katy shut up instantly. Aria laughed quietly again, then finally let herself relax a little.
Upstairs. Rest. But as she walked away, she turned back one last time.
Ryan was still there, standing beside the cribs, watching them like nothing else in the world mattered. And maybe—for him—nothing else did.
One year later, the Carter mansion was no longer peaceful; it had become a lively battlefield.
"NO—no—Ethan, don't—!"
Splash.
Milk poured all over the marble floor.
The nanny froze. Slowly… very slowly… she looked down, then up.
Ethan Carter sat there proudly, holding his bottle upside down as he had just achieved something great. Beside him, Elena Carter clapped excitedly.
"Da-da! Da-da!" she chirped happily.
"… I'm quitting," the nanny whispered.
"Don't say that!" the other nanny rushed in with a towel. "Mr Carter will hear you!"
"That's why I'm whispering!"
Across the room, more chaos: toys everywhere, a shoe on the table, something expensive definitely broken. And in the middle of it all—Ethan and Elena. One year old: adorable, spoiled, and absolutely dangerous.
Elena held onto the couch, wobbling slightly as she pointed at something. "Mama!"
Aria walked in right on time, hair slightly messy, already tired. "…What happened now?"
The nannies turned to her like she was their last hope. "Madam—they're destroying everything!"
Aria looked around: milk, mess, broken item, her children. She blinked. "…Oh." A pause. Then she sighed. "They've started again."
"AGAIN?!" the nanny almost cried.
Before anyone could react, Ethan suddenly crawled fast—too fast—toward another object.
“No, no, no—!”
He grabbed it and threw it. Crash.
Elena gasped dramatically, then giggled. "Da-da!"
Ethan joined her laughter. Partners in crime.
"I can't do this anymore," one nanny said, tearing up. "They don't listen!"
"They're one," Aria muttered.
"They don't even listen to that!"
Then, like a switch, Elena's face changed. Her lips trembled. “Ma… ma…”
Ethan followed instantly. “Da… da…!”
And just like that—crying. Loud, dramatic, uncontrollable.
"Oh no—!" one nanny panicked. "Not again!"
"I just cleaned—!"
"I can't—please make them stop—!"
Aria rubbed her temple. "Wait—wait—"
Too late. The crying echoed through the mansion. Nothing worked: toys were rejected, milk was thrown, carrying them was worse. They cried harder.
"I'm going to cry too," one nanny whispered.
And then—footsteps. Slow, steady, heavy. The crying didn't stop yet.
Ryan walked in. Suit perfect, expression cold, eyes sharp. He took in everything: the mess, the chaos, the crying, Aria standing there, done with life.
Silence. Then—
"Enough." Calm, firm, final.
Instantly, silence. The crying stopped like magic.
The twins turned at the same time, eyes locking onto him.
"Da-da!" Elena squealed instantly, reaching out.
"Da!" Ethan added, already crawling toward him.
The nannies froze. "…Every time," one whispered.
Ryan stepped forward and picked them both up—one in each arm—effortless, immediate calm.
Elena wrapped her tiny arms around his neck; Ethan clung to his shirt. Peaceful, secure, like nothing had ever happened.
"They're hungry?" Ryan asked calmly.
"No!" the nanny said quickly. "They just ate!"
"Tired?"
"They just woke up!"
Ryan looked at them. They looked back at him: quiet, angels.
Aria folded her arms. "…Unbelievable."
Right then, Katy walked in—and froze. "WAIT—THEY STOPPED?!" She looked between everyone. "I've been here TEN MINUTES, and I already want to resign as a friend—what is this?!"
Aria sighed. "They love him too much."
Ryan didn't react, but Elena rested her head on his shoulder. "Mama…" she said softly, looking at Aria.
Aria's expression softened instantly.
Ethan, however, tightened his grip on Ryan. "Da-da," he mumbled proudly.
Katy pointed. "See?! See?! Even he chose sides!"
Aria scoffed. "They both said mama this morning."
Ryan finally spoke. "They wanted me."
Aria turned slowly. "…Excuse me?"
Katy gasped. "OH—he said that like it's a fact!"
Aria walked closer. "Say that again."
Ryan met her eyes. "They wanted me."
She blinked. "…Wow."
Katy laughed. "I'm not getting involved—no."
Aria crossed her arms. "Fine. Since they love you so much, put them down."
Ryan didn't move. "They'll cry."
"Put. Them. Down."
He did. The second their feet touched the ground—silence for one second, two seconds. Then—faces scrunched.
“DAAA—DAAA!!”
Both of them burst into loud cries, reaching for him immediately.
The nannies almost collapsed. "I CAN'T DO THIS—!"
Ryan picked them back up instantly. Crying stopped again.
Katy covered her face. "I'm done. I'm done. This is not normal."
Aria stared. "… They're addicted to you."
Ryan adjusted them calmly. "They're mine."
Elena nodded as she understood. "Da-da."
Ethan clung tighter. "Da!"
Aria put a hand on her hip. "…What about me?"
Elena looked at her, then smiled sweetly. "Mama."
Aria softened instantly. "…Okay. I forgive you."
Katy pointed dramatically. "This family is biased!"
Ryan ignored her completely. "I'm leaving for work," he said calmly.
Big mistake. The second those words registered, both babies froze. Then—
"Da…?"
Ryan stepped toward the door. And then—chaos.
"DAAAADAAAAA!!"
Full crying: loud, heartbreaking. They reached for him desperately.
Even the nannies panicked. "Sir—please—!"
"They won't stop—!"
Aria groaned. "…See? This is your fault."
Ryan stopped, turned, looked at them. His jaw tightened slightly. Then he walked back and picked them up again.
Silence, immediate.
Katy whispered, "He's not going to work today."
Aria sighed. "…Nope."
Ryan stood there, both babies clinging to him like their lives depended on it. He looked at Aria, then at them, then back at her.
"…Reschedule everything."
"Yes, sir," someone said immediately.
Katy gasped. "HE CANCELLED WORK FOR THEM?!"
Aria shook her head, trying not to smile. "… You've spoiled them too much."
Ryan didn't deny it. Elena rested peacefully on his shoulder while Ethan held onto him tightly: safe, calm, happy.
Ryan looked down at them, then quietly—"They'll be fine."
Aria watched him, then smiled softly. "…Yeah."
Aria's life changed the moment she stepped into Ryan Carter's world—a world of power, wealth, and control. What began as something uncertain slowly turned into something deep, intense, and unbreakable.
Ryan Carter, a man known for being cold, distant, and untouchable, found himself changing in ways no one thought possible. Not for the world. Not for anyone. Only for Aria.
Their relationship grew stronger through challenges, emotions, and moments that tested them both. From Greece—where Ryan proposed, choosing her without hesitation—to bringing her into the Carter mansion under his protection, Aria became the centre of his world.
When Aria became pregnant, everything shifted. Ryan, who feared nothing, learned what it meant to worry, to care, to protect something fragile. And when the time came—she didn't just give birth to one child, but two. A shocking, life-changing moment that redefined everything: Ethan Carter and Elena Carter. A boy and a girl. Their children.
From that moment on, Ryan was no longer just the powerful man everyone feared—he was a father. A protective, devoted, and deeply attached father.
Time passed quickly. The twins grew into one-year-old little forces of chaos—spoiled, loved, and completely in control of the mansion. They made messes, drove the nannies to exhaustion, and turned everything upside down.
But despite all the chaos, there was one constant: Ryan. The only one who could calm them instantly. The only one they cried for. The only one they refused to let go.
And Aria—the woman who brought life into that cold world, the one who softened Ryan in ways no one else could.
Together, they built something rare: a family filled with love, chaos, laughter, and a kind of bond that couldn't be broken. Between two worlds, they found their own, and chose to stay.

THE END!