I sat in my office, flipping through some documents when my assistant director, Henry, knocked and came in. He had a strange look on his face, a mix of shock and excitement.


"Sir," he said quickly, almost breathless, "You won't believe this. We just received a message from Grande Empire. Jane Grande's company."

I froze for a second. That name still made my heart feel heavy. I looked up slowly. "What did they say?"

"They want to give us a project. A big one," he said, holding up the official letter.


"The five-hundred-billion project they were about to hand over to Amatek. They changed their mind. They want Hades Group to handle it. And they want us to sign as soon as possible."

I took the letter from him with shaking hands. It had Grande Empire's seal. It was real.


My heart started racing. Jane did this? After everything, she still trusted me enough to give me this project? Or was it just business to her? Maybe she did it for the baby. Maybe she pitied me.

I didn't want to look too eager or desperate. I put the letter down and cleared my throat. "Go and sign it, Henry.

Take the team and finalize the agreement. Do it fast, but stay professional. We don't want to look like we're begging."

Henry nodded. "Yes, sir. Right away."

As soon as he left, I sat back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. Jane still had an effect on me. This move gave us life again. This contract was huge. The biggest we've received since I left jail. We needed this. It was a miracle.

Days passed, and we started working on the project. The team worked night and day. We brought in experts. We ran checks. We tested ideas.

The project was moving faster than expected. News spread around the city. Everyone was talking about Hades Group again.

The media praised us. Reporters wrote headlines about our comeback. Podcasts mentioned our strategies. Invitations for conferences and business summits rolled in.

People were surprised. No one expected Hades Group to rise this fast again. But deep inside, I knew why. Jane. She helped us rise again.

Still, I didn't stop my morning routine. Every morning, I left my house early and went to her gate. I dropped flowers, fresh fruits, chocolates, sometimes a small gift. Just something gentle. I never stayed too long. I didn't want to annoy her. I never knocked. I just left a note:

"You will deliver successfully. We can't wait to see our bundle of joy."

I didn't know if she read them. I didn't know if she kept them or threw them away. But I kept doing it. Every day. Rain or shine.

Sometimes I looked at the camera at her gate. I hoped she watched me. I hoped she saw how much I cared.

I didn't do it to beg her. I just wanted her to know I still loved her.

That morning, like every other morning, I parked outside her gate. I stepped out of my car and walked to the door quietly. I placed the usual things – flowers, fruits, a soft toy this time. I added the note. Then I turned to leave.

As I took the second step away from the door, I heard it.

"Hades."

I froze.

Her voice. Soft. Calm. But firm.

I turned slowly.

There she was. Jane. Standing by the door. Wearing a long robe. Her baby bump clearly showing. Her hair tied up. Her eyes locked on mine.

"Jane..."

I didn't know what to say. My heart was racing. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Was I dreaming? She had not spoken to me in months.

She stood there, quiet.

I waited.

She didn't yell. She didn't cry. She just looked at me.

And then she said, "Come inside."

I blinked. Did I hear her right?

She turned and walked in, leaving the door slightly open.

My feet refused to move at first. But then I followed her, slowly, carefully, holding my breath.

It was the first time I was stepping into her house again since that horrible day.

Inside, everything looked calm and neat. The smell of fresh flowers filled the air. Her house looked peaceful. Like her.

I saw a small table by the wall. On it were many of the notes I had written. Neatly arranged.

So she had kept them all.

I felt something grow inside my chest. Something warm.

"Sit," she said, pointing to the couch.

I sat.

She sat across from me.

"Why are you doing all this?" she asked.

I sighed. "Because I love you. Because I want to be part of your life. Of our baby's life."

She looked at me for a long time. I couldn't read her face.

Then she said, "Let's talk."


Security Personnel's POV

I had been working at Madam Jane's house for a few months now, and every morning, one thing never changed Mr. Hades came.

No matter the weather, he always came early and dropped fresh flowers, sweet chocolates, fresh fruits, and a small card at her doorstep. He never tried to speak or knock, he just dropped the items and left quietly.

At first, Madam Jane ignored him. She would watch from her window or the camera, but she wouldn't open the door. But then, something changed. After he left,

I would see her come out quietly and pick everything he dropped. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was looking forward to it every day.

It became like a silent routine between them. She never said his name, but her eyes would go straight to the gate around the time he usually came. And when she picked the gifts, she held them softly, like they mattered to her.

The day she finally allowed him to enter, I was happy. I stood quietly by the side and watched. She called his name 'Hades." That moment felt special.

I truly wished they could stay together as a real couple. I had seen pain in both their eyes. But also love. And I knew, somehow, they both needed each other.