Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 322: After Party

–Livana–

A gentle knock on the door interrupted my routine. I did not move from my vanity mirror; my hand continued its graceful motion.

"Livana, I know you are there." Carrie’s voice. I chuckled softly, a low sound that carried amusement.

I hummed, then rose. Slipping off my robe, I revealed the white silk dress I favored at home. My long hair—nurtured for years after once being cut short—fell as it always did, a curtain of discipline and vanity.

I opened the door. Carrie’s eyes widened as I seized her neck and pulled her inside, pinning her against the wood.

"L-Livana..." she gasped.

"Do you like what you see?" I smirked, my laughter curling into something demonic, a shadowed melody.

She collapsed as I released her. Of course, it was not my grip that felled her—it was the drink she had earlier. My mother had spiked it so she would faint, leaving her to believe I was nothing more than a dream, a hallucination. Lore and Alyssa appeared, dragging Carrie from my room as I closed the door behind them.

I locked it, then prepared my disguise—something to transform my face, to erase Livana, the Albino with violet eyes.

"Tep-Mama!" Sky’s voice rang as he knocked. I slipped on a facial mask and robe before opening the door. He darted in, Damon following.

"Why is Carrie lying in the hallway?" Damon asked, removing his coat and Sky’s tiny tuxedo jacket.

"So you make him call me Step-mama?"

"Yes," he chuckled. My little boy was obedient, playing his role well. "He’s part of the show too."

Damon bent to kiss me, but I covered his mouth. My routine was sacred—I would not allow his lips to touch my face before he had washed and brushed.

"Help!" Lore’s voice echoed down the hall, deliberately dramatic.

I helped Sky undress as Damon sighed.

"Come on, bathe with Sky. I’ve already prepared the tub."

"Okay."

"Dada! Bat-bat!" Sky squealed, stripping his diaper and rushing to the bathroom. "Bubowwws!"

I smiled as Damon activated the bubble machine, Sky’s giggles filling the air like music.

I reclined on the bed, tablet in hand, watching the mansion’s cameras. The staff carried Carrie to her room; my father checked on her. None suspected the truth. The nurse, accustomed to monitoring my grandparents, declared her vitals normal. Drunk, perhaps. Asleep, most likely. Never drugged.

I observed my son and husband applying lotion. Sky had learned that ritual from me, and now he bossed Damon with childish authority. My husband obeyed without complaint.

Soon they returned, pressing against me—Sky on my left, Damon on my right. Sky insisted he belonged between us, but both were stubborn. Suffocating, yes, but warm. Protected. They drifted into sleep, while I remained awake.

The rooms were distant, but not soundproof. Footsteps. A giggle—Alyssa’s, perhaps. I closed my eyes, willing myself to rest.

"Mama..." Sky murmured in his sleep, loosening his grip. He giggled, whispering, "Andoo..."

I admired him, exhausted from days of play. My gaze lingered on his angelic face. Damon’s hand tightened against my breast as he buried his face into my hair.

"Zay-zay..." Sky muttered again, lost in pleasant dreams.

"Hmm," Damon breathed, kissing my shoulder. "Let’s make love."

I tapped his arm.

"Listen," I whispered.

Sky giggled once more, turning away, sinking deeper into slumber.

And yes—I would yield to love-making.

–Logan–

My old room was the farthest guest room down the hall, along with Deanne’s and Sophia’s. Well—Sophia wasn’t here tonight, but Deanne had already taken her old room.

Somehow, Livana’s grandparents had preserved everything.

Our old things were still here. Even the little nameplates on the doors—the ones we stuck there when we were teenagers—remained untouched, like time had politely stepped around this hallway.

Jane stepped inside and slowly looked around.

"So, this is your old room."

"Yup." I nodded proudly.

Her finger pointed toward the vanity mirror.

"That looks very old."

"It is," I said. "Ancient. Probably an heirloom."

She tilted her head, studying it with suspicion. "It looks like one of those creepy antiques."

I grinned.

"Wanna watch a horror movie with me?"

I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. My lips brushed the warm skin of her exposed nape. I kissed the spot there, teasing, then lightly nipped her earlobe.

"Sure," she said easily.

I hummed, thinking for a moment. Then I remembered something.

"I’ve got old DVDs and CDs here."

She shrugged. "Fine. I’ll take a bath first."

While she disappeared into the bathroom, I dug through an old drawer and found the DVD player still connected to the ancient TV. It took a bit of patience—and a few quiet curses—but eventually the screen flickered to life.

By the time I finished setting it up, she was already in the shower.

Naturally, I joined her.

Quick shower. Warm steam. Familiar laughter.

Things escalated for a while—because we’re us—but eventually we came back out, freshly dressed. I helped her dry her hair, my fingers moving slowly through the strands.

Maybe a little too slowly.

She shot me a warning glare.

Alright. Fine.

Movie time.

We sat on the couch at the edge of the bed. I pulled her feet over my lap and started massaging her calves and arches. She’d been walking all day—back and forth across the manor.

The DVD started.

Opening credits.

Then the movie began with a woman running through the woods, a masked man chasing her.

Jane yawned.

When the woman tripped, Jane scoffed.

"Stupid."

I chuckled.

In the next scene, the masked man caught her leg and dragged her back. She struggled hard—until she suddenly ripped the mask off.

The woman froze.

Jane frowned.

"Why did she freeze?"

"Because the guy’s handsome?" I teased.

She rolled her eyes.

The next scenes moved into some... questionable territory.

Jane slowly turned her head toward me.

"So," she said flatly, "how long have you had this CD?"

I shrugged.

"Did you watch this when you were a teenager?" she continued.

"Yeah," I answered casually.

More masked men showed up in the movie, and things became even more ridiculous. Jane shook her head.

"Continue massaging."

"Yes, ma’am."

So I did.

For the next hour, I worked on her calves and feet while the movie played in the background. More moaning, screaming in pleasure, gangbang. Woman goes crazy while being filled on her different holes with those gentlemen’s woods.

Eventually she muttered, "This is boring."

Then, just like that, she fell asleep.

Right there.

Leaving me very awake... and very aware of my wife lying across my lap.

I sighed softly, amused.

Carefully, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed. She barely stirred, only shifting closer against me as I tucked her under the blankets.

I brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

My cheerful, stubborn, terrifying wife.

I fixed my old t-shirt that she’s wearing yes, she’s only wearing panties. I pulled it off, seeing stains of her wetness.

I stealthily licked my lips. I’m definitely going to plow her garden, plant my seeds until it became fruitful.

She moaned as her eyes fluttered.

"Hmm, Zachary.." She muttered my second name. "Fuck me, please."

Yeah. I will plow her garden as she wants.

The movie was definitely boring.

But the night?

Still perfect.

–Laura–

I was exhausted, but the twins were still full of energy. They insisted on sleeping with us tonight, refusing every attempt to send them back to their room.

Mom kissed my forehead earlier, softly whispering her birthday wishes to me. She didn’t stay long after that. Just like always—quiet, warm, and mysterious.

After she left, I turned to my husband as he leaned down and kissed my lips.

"The party was great," I told him softly. "Thank you, hubby."

"Sure thing," he replied.

His hand slid gently over my belly, where another set of twins was growing, waiting for their moment to enter the world. We still had a few more months before that day came.

I snuggled deeper into my pillows.

The twins were already asleep on the extended bed attached to our queen bed. Damien had set up soft barricades around it so they wouldn’t fall during the night. Zendaya was curled against her brother, their small bodies warm and peaceful.

Meanwhile, my husband was still by the table, organizing the gifts carefully. He checked every item like he always did—methodical and thorough—just like he had done during Alyssa’s party.

"Honey, come here," I muttered sleepily.

He turned off the main lights, leaving only the soft dim lamps glowing in the corners of the room. The atmosphere instantly became warm and quiet.

He crawled onto the bed, hovering over me as he showered my face with gentle kisses.

"Happy birthday, my love," he murmured, kissing my nose. "So fucking sexy and gorgeous."

I giggled and nodded.

His phone chimed on the bedside table. He grabbed it while still leaning over me.

"Sophia sent a message," he said, showing me the screen.

I glanced at it and nodded.

She had even sent a photo—Francis, Kai, and her. But Sophia stood slightly in the background while Kai and Francis laughed together over glasses of wine.

Sophia: Worst honeymoon.

I giggled.

Those two had always been close, but none of us expected Francis and Kai to be that close. Poor Sophia really looked like a third wheel in her own honeymoon photo.

Damien set the phone down.

Then it chimed again.

He frowned and rolled beside me, unlocking the screen.

"Remember our old social media?" he asked.

"Yeah."

We had stopped posting after the babies were born. Technically the accounts were still active, but we barely used them anymore.

"There’s this girl sending me photos of her boobs," he said with a sigh. "I swear I blocked her."

I took the phone and checked.

And there it was.

My eyes widened when the woman sent another picture—completely bare.

I immediately covered Damien’s eyes.

"We need to delete your social media," I muttered.

I blocked her profile instantly and reported it for spam. The audacity of that woman—sending things like that to my husband.

Still... something about her face felt familiar.

I glanced at Damien suspiciously.

"You’ve never met this woman?"

He thought about it for a moment, genuinely puzzled.

"I don’t think so."

I’ll have someone trace her later.

Just to be sure.

"Forget about it," he said gently, taking his phone back and placing it on the bedside table. "Come on, snuggle with me."

Just then, I heard footsteps outside our bedroom door.

I stared toward it, expecting someone to knock.

Instead, I saw Mom quietly locking the door before she walked away down the hallway.

I blinked.

That was... strange.

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