REVENGE, DIAPER and SNACKS - Chapter 48: Chapter 48
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Catherine/Leon POV
One evening, after yet another chaos in the bathroom and ice cream that tastes like toothpaste and banana.
Finally, I was able to sleep like a baby.
Then the dream…too vivid. Too real. Like a vision from the past, or maybe it was…
It started like a whisper.
A breeze.
Children's laughter. The gentle rustling of leaves. A soft blue sky spread wide like a promise above me. I was sitting on a worn wooden bench in the park, arms stretched across the backrest, watching my kids chase each other in zigzags across the grass. I wasnt that huge yet, my face was pale, the dress was too boring.
Jaya’s little curls bounced in the sun while I breastfeed her, she was so small, like she just came from me. Very small, cute, her eyes hadn't even opened yet. We were sunbathing for vitamin D.
While Maya’s sneakers lit up every time he stomped. Aliya trailed behind, clutching her juice box like it was treasure.
And me?
I wasn’t… large. Not yet. My body was thinner, lighter, unfamiliar in its frailty. My legs crossed without struggle. My breathing wasn’t as heavy.
But something felt wrong.
I blinked—once. Twice.
The light grew too bright. The air too sharp. My heart? Sluggish. Loud. Wrong. Suddenly, I put the small baby in the picnic blanket.
I gripped my chest. Pain shot like lightning through my left side.
No. No. Not here. Not now.
The world tipped sideways. The grass turned sideways. Screams blurred. My vision shrank into a tunnel of blinding, blinding white.
I collapsed.
My face hit the grass. My body spasmed. Everything inside me screamed live, breathe, get up,—but I couldn’t move. Not even to call my children’s names. My baby….my children. No…No… And then…
Lips. Warm. Firm. Familiar.
On mine.
Breathing air into me like a god. A savior.
His hands—large, calloused—pressed rhythmically on my chest.
One—two—three—
Again. Again.
Tears stung my eyes. Not from pain. From grief. Please. Not now. Not yet.
Not when my kids were still so small. Not when I was the only one they had. Not when no one else could braid Maya’s hair or tuck Aliya in or remind Maya that monsters under the bed were just socks.
My soul—no, something older, something deeper—begged this man, this stranger, to not let me die.
And he didn’t.
He breathed for me. Fought for me.
I gasped as breath returned, ragged and painful. I saw his eyes then.
Dark.
Sharp. Unforgiving. Yet… gentle.
He held my hand as I coughed. Cradled my head. Whispered words I couldn’t hear but felt deep in my bones.
And then—darkness again.
When I woke up, I was in a sterile white room. IV in my arm. Monitors beeping. I was alive. My babies were safe.
The nurse told me he’d brought me here. Paid for everything. Disappeared before I could say thank you.
Left no name. No number. Only later… only through rumors, whispers, hushed voices in cold hallways… did I learn the truth.
Leon Darrow.
The underworld’s ghost. The billionaire. The badass of all badasses. The untouchable kingpin.
The man mothers warned daughters about. And yet—he saved me.
He gave me life again. And in the deepest corners of that dream, I remember wishing… hoping… that if something bad ever happened again, he would be there once more.
Not for me. But for my children.
Because no matter how dark the world could be, I believed that man—my savior—would guard them like they were his own.
Then…
I woke up with tears on my face. Chest rising too fast. Sweat sticking my shirt to my back.
The apartment was quiet. Kids asleep in their beds.
I sat up. Pressed a hand to my chest.
The pain wasn’t there anymore—but the memory clung like smoke.
This body remembered the pain…the longing, the wish that Leon Darrow saved her children away from darkness.
Was it just a dream? I don't think so. It was too vivid. Like it really happened. Or something more?
Because now that I’m Leon—reborn, trapped, alive again—I realized something that chilled me to the marrow.
That day in the park? That wasn’t just Catherine’s memory.
It was mine. I saved her. I remember now. That woman in the park who collapsed, her children crying in the background. And now I was her.
Fate didn’t just throw me back into the world. It fused us. It gave me her life. Her children. Her second chance.
And her wish. But it also gave me a mission. Destroy Alec.
Protect what’s mine. And this time? I won’t need saving.
I’ll be the one who saves. Or the one they fear most.
That morning after yer another war during breakfast,
The wind was gentler this morning.
Soft sunlight poured over the familiar benches, warmed the rusted jungle gym, and filtered through the canopy like a golden prayer. Children ran across the grass, their laughter bubbling in the air like champagne fizzing on the surface of something deeper.
I stood at the edge of it all.
Watching.
Clutching the hand of my youngest, Jaya, while Maya chased Aliya toward the sandbox like a maniac on a mission.
We came back here because the kids needed it. They’d been holed up in the apartment too long, and the school week had worn them down.
But me? I needed answers.
One evening, after yet another chaos in the bathroom and ice cream that tastes like toothpaste and banana.
Finally, I was able to sleep like a baby.
Then the dream…too vivid. Too real. Like a vision from the past, or maybe it was…
It started like a whisper.
A breeze.
Children's laughter. The gentle rustling of leaves. A soft blue sky spread wide like a promise above me. I was sitting on a worn wooden bench in the park, arms stretched across the backrest, watching my kids chase each other in zigzags across the grass. I wasnt that huge yet, my face was pale, the dress was too boring.
Jaya’s little curls bounced in the sun while I breastfeed her, she was so small, like she just came from me. Very small, cute, her eyes hadn't even opened yet. We were sunbathing for vitamin D.
While Maya’s sneakers lit up every time he stomped. Aliya trailed behind, clutching her juice box like it was treasure.
And me?
I wasn’t… large. Not yet. My body was thinner, lighter, unfamiliar in its frailty. My legs crossed without struggle. My breathing wasn’t as heavy.
But something felt wrong.
I blinked—once. Twice.
The light grew too bright. The air too sharp. My heart? Sluggish. Loud. Wrong. Suddenly, I put the small baby in the picnic blanket.
I gripped my chest. Pain shot like lightning through my left side.
No. No. Not here. Not now.
The world tipped sideways. The grass turned sideways. Screams blurred. My vision shrank into a tunnel of blinding, blinding white.
I collapsed.
My face hit the grass. My body spasmed. Everything inside me screamed live, breathe, get up,—but I couldn’t move. Not even to call my children’s names. My baby….my children. No…No… And then…
Lips. Warm. Firm. Familiar.
On mine.
Breathing air into me like a god. A savior.
His hands—large, calloused—pressed rhythmically on my chest.
One—two—three—
Again. Again.
Tears stung my eyes. Not from pain. From grief. Please. Not now. Not yet.
Not when my kids were still so small. Not when I was the only one they had. Not when no one else could braid Maya’s hair or tuck Aliya in or remind Maya that monsters under the bed were just socks.
My soul—no, something older, something deeper—begged this man, this stranger, to not let me die.
And he didn’t.
He breathed for me. Fought for me.
I gasped as breath returned, ragged and painful. I saw his eyes then.
Dark.
Sharp. Unforgiving. Yet… gentle.
He held my hand as I coughed. Cradled my head. Whispered words I couldn’t hear but felt deep in my bones.
And then—darkness again.
When I woke up, I was in a sterile white room. IV in my arm. Monitors beeping. I was alive. My babies were safe.
The nurse told me he’d brought me here. Paid for everything. Disappeared before I could say thank you.
Left no name. No number. Only later… only through rumors, whispers, hushed voices in cold hallways… did I learn the truth.
Leon Darrow.
The underworld’s ghost. The billionaire. The badass of all badasses. The untouchable kingpin.
The man mothers warned daughters about. And yet—he saved me.
He gave me life again. And in the deepest corners of that dream, I remember wishing… hoping… that if something bad ever happened again, he would be there once more.
Not for me. But for my children.
Because no matter how dark the world could be, I believed that man—my savior—would guard them like they were his own.
Then…
I woke up with tears on my face. Chest rising too fast. Sweat sticking my shirt to my back.
The apartment was quiet. Kids asleep in their beds.
I sat up. Pressed a hand to my chest.
The pain wasn’t there anymore—but the memory clung like smoke.
This body remembered the pain…the longing, the wish that Leon Darrow saved her children away from darkness.
Was it just a dream? I don't think so. It was too vivid. Like it really happened. Or something more?
Because now that I’m Leon—reborn, trapped, alive again—I realized something that chilled me to the marrow.
That day in the park? That wasn’t just Catherine’s memory.
It was mine. I saved her. I remember now. That woman in the park who collapsed, her children crying in the background. And now I was her.
Fate didn’t just throw me back into the world. It fused us. It gave me her life. Her children. Her second chance.
And her wish. But it also gave me a mission. Destroy Alec.
Protect what’s mine. And this time? I won’t need saving.
I’ll be the one who saves. Or the one they fear most.
That morning after yer another war during breakfast,
The wind was gentler this morning.
Soft sunlight poured over the familiar benches, warmed the rusted jungle gym, and filtered through the canopy like a golden prayer. Children ran across the grass, their laughter bubbling in the air like champagne fizzing on the surface of something deeper.
I stood at the edge of it all.
Watching.
Clutching the hand of my youngest, Jaya, while Maya chased Aliya toward the sandbox like a maniac on a mission.
We came back here because the kids needed it. They’d been holed up in the apartment too long, and the school week had worn them down.
But me? I needed answers.
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