One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 190: Chapter 190
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It began with a single spark—Julian's idea, whispered during breakfast one Sunday morning.
“Ten years since Mom took in the world, the chaos, the diapers—and turned it into something royal,” he said with reverence. “We need to honor that.”
Damien looked up from his coffee. Arielle paused mid-bite. And suddenly, eight sets of eyes lit up with the same fire.
A gala. Not just any gala—a coronation of sorts. One that celebrated motherhood, womanhood, strength, softness, sacrifice, and grace.
One that crowned Arielle.
The planning began in the basement, with bulletin boards, Pinterest boards, and an explosion of glitter, spreadsheets, and mood lighting.
Zane designed the logo: Queen of Hearts.
Amara began composing a tribute medley.
Skylar handled the theme: “Garden of Grace.”
Leila and Ava mapped out a runway-style presentation for Arielle’s looks through the years.
Aiden offered to choreograph a symbolic performance piece.
Julian? He wrote the opening speech.
And Damien? He called every powerful contact he’d ever made and secured a guest list filled with luminaries, foundations, and everyone Arielle had ever helped.
Arielle watched quietly.
At first, she resisted.
“Too much. Too showy. I’m not royalty,” she said.
But Ava wrapped her arms around her.
“You are to us.”
Zane added, “We were your court, your chaos, your legacy. You ruled with love. That deserves a stage.”
Arielle finally gave in—but only on one condition.
“Make it about all mothers. Not just me.”
They nodded. And did just that.
Each rehearsal night felt like a festival. Laughter bubbled in the hallways. Damien secretly arranged for Arielle’s old friends to fly in. Even Lily, now in her early teens, designed the centerpiece decor.
Skylar wept openly while narrating a short film titled “Moments Between the Crowns”—a montage of quiet sacrifices: Arielle rubbing backs through fevers, carrying eight backpacks at once, kissing scraped knees, reading bedtime stories half-asleep.
Julian’s voice-over choked on the final line:
> “The crown wasn’t gold. It was invisible. And she wore it every single day.”
Arielle walked into the ballroom the day of the gala and gasped.
Petals hung from the ceiling like floating blessings. A live orchestra hummed gentle chords. The scent of white jasmine—her favorite—filled the air.
The children stood in a semi-circle on the stage, each holding a candle.
Damien extended his hand.
“Your Majesty,” he whispered.
And Arielle—wife, mother, warrior—stepped onto the stage.
Not for glory.
But for legacy.
And the crowd rose in thundero
us applause—not for a queen in title.
But a queen in spirit.
A queen in reign.
“Ten years since Mom took in the world, the chaos, the diapers—and turned it into something royal,” he said with reverence. “We need to honor that.”
Damien looked up from his coffee. Arielle paused mid-bite. And suddenly, eight sets of eyes lit up with the same fire.
A gala. Not just any gala—a coronation of sorts. One that celebrated motherhood, womanhood, strength, softness, sacrifice, and grace.
One that crowned Arielle.
The planning began in the basement, with bulletin boards, Pinterest boards, and an explosion of glitter, spreadsheets, and mood lighting.
Zane designed the logo: Queen of Hearts.
Amara began composing a tribute medley.
Skylar handled the theme: “Garden of Grace.”
Leila and Ava mapped out a runway-style presentation for Arielle’s looks through the years.
Aiden offered to choreograph a symbolic performance piece.
Julian? He wrote the opening speech.
And Damien? He called every powerful contact he’d ever made and secured a guest list filled with luminaries, foundations, and everyone Arielle had ever helped.
Arielle watched quietly.
At first, she resisted.
“Too much. Too showy. I’m not royalty,” she said.
But Ava wrapped her arms around her.
“You are to us.”
Zane added, “We were your court, your chaos, your legacy. You ruled with love. That deserves a stage.”
Arielle finally gave in—but only on one condition.
“Make it about all mothers. Not just me.”
They nodded. And did just that.
Each rehearsal night felt like a festival. Laughter bubbled in the hallways. Damien secretly arranged for Arielle’s old friends to fly in. Even Lily, now in her early teens, designed the centerpiece decor.
Skylar wept openly while narrating a short film titled “Moments Between the Crowns”—a montage of quiet sacrifices: Arielle rubbing backs through fevers, carrying eight backpacks at once, kissing scraped knees, reading bedtime stories half-asleep.
Julian’s voice-over choked on the final line:
> “The crown wasn’t gold. It was invisible. And she wore it every single day.”
Arielle walked into the ballroom the day of the gala and gasped.
Petals hung from the ceiling like floating blessings. A live orchestra hummed gentle chords. The scent of white jasmine—her favorite—filled the air.
The children stood in a semi-circle on the stage, each holding a candle.
Damien extended his hand.
“Your Majesty,” he whispered.
And Arielle—wife, mother, warrior—stepped onto the stage.
Not for glory.
But for legacy.
And the crowd rose in thundero
us applause—not for a queen in title.
But a queen in spirit.
A queen in reign.
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