The Billionaire’s Regret -Alessa (by Bukolami) novel Chapter 64

**Shadows Beneath the Silent Moon**
**Rising Echoes by Aiden R. Vale**
**Chapter 64**

A piercing scream shattered the tense atmosphere of the dimly lit room. “They are coming! The babies are coming!” Alessa cried, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice a mix of panic and desperation.

Aliyah, caught off guard, blinked in disbelief. “What? I thought you said this is the eighth month!” she exclaimed, her heart racing.

“I don’t know!” Alessa sobbed, her voice trembling as she grappled with the overwhelming rush of emotions.

“Fuck! Help me!” Aliyah shouted frantically, her eyes darting to the children who had gathered around, their innocent faces reflecting confusion. With urgency, she gestured for their assistance as she struggled to lift Alessa, who was clearly in distress.

The eldest of the kids, a boy with a determined expression, stepped forward and grasped Alessa’s arm, helping Aliyah hoist her up. Together, they managed to navigate through the twisting corridors of the maze-like building, finally reaching the entrance where Madam Olga awaited them.

“The babies are coming,” Aliyah gasped, urgency dripping from her words. Madam Olga’s expression shifted slightly as she turned to one of the students clad in a stark black uniform.

“Go fetch two nurses immediately. We need to get her to the hospital. Hurry!” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. The student nodded and dashed off, the echo of hurried footsteps fading into the distance.

Madam Olga stepped closer to Alessa, her gaze piercing and devoid of the warmth one might expect in such a moment. Instead of compassion, her expression was a mask of neutrality.

“Breathe, Alessa. Just breathe,” she instructed, her voice calm and steady as Alessa struggled to catch her breath, the weight of the moment pressing heavily upon her.

Down the hallway, Rico sprinted as fast as his legs would carry him, his heart pounding with anxiety. He skidded to a halt at the entrance of the operating room, where Madam Olga stood waiting, her brow furrowing in surprise as she took in his presence.

“That was fast,” she remarked, her tone cool, as he approached her, breathless and frantic.

“I was nearby. Where is she?” Rico asked, worry etched across his features.

“She is in there. I haven’t heard anything yet,” Madam Olga replied, her voice unsettlingly calm. It was difficult to discern whether she was truly concerned or simply indifferent.

Before she could utter another word, Rico pushed past her and entered the operating room, where the doctor and nurses turned their heads, startled by his sudden intrusion. Alessa lay on the table, her eyes fluttering open as she fought against the waves of pain.

“Who are you? You can’t be in here!” one of the nurses protested, her voice sharp.

“Rico!” Alessa cried out, her eyes lighting up as she spotted him.

“Alessa!” he exclaimed, rushing to her side, his heart swelling with relief at the sight of her.

“Sir, you can’t be in here,” the nurse reiterated, but Rico held his ground.

“It’s alright, please let him stay. He can stay,” Alessa pleaded, her voice filled with desperation as Rico took her hand, squeezing it gently.

“It’s okay, I’m right here,” he reassured her, brushing his fingers across her forehead, trying to provide some semblance of comfort amidst the chaos.

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Rico’s heart brimmed with joy as he cradled little Aria in his arms, gazing down at her cherubic face. The sheer happiness that enveloped him was almost overwhelming.

After Alessa had given birth, she had succumbed to unconsciousness almost immediately, but the doctors had worked tirelessly to stabilize her condition. She had been sleeping for hours, and Rico felt a pang of worry as he realized she had yet to meet their children.

As they had agreed, he had named them Aria and Aiden. He glanced over at Alessa, still resting peacefully, and his heart ached for her. She needed this rest, but time was slipping through their fingers.

Madam Olga entered the room, her presence commanding attention. Rico lifted his gaze to meet hers, a mixture of hope and apprehension swirling within him.

She surveyed the infants with a clinical eye before turning her focus back to him. “We need to wake her up,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Alessa’s gaze shifted to Madam Olga, who stood with an unreadable expression. “Her look says otherwise,” Alessa noted, her voice trembling.

“I will tell her,” Madam Olga said bluntly. “Your babies will be taken away from you until you are done here. You won’t see them until then.” Alessa’s eyes widened in horror.

“What?” she gasped, her heart sinking.

“If you disagree, they will take them from you by force and sell them. You will still have to continue with your training,” Madam Olga added, her voice cold and devoid of empathy.

“What? Rico,” Alessa’s voice quivered as she turned to him, seeking solace in his eyes. But he was left speechless, grappling with the weight of the situation.

“They will be cared for, kept healthy, and you will see them when your training is complete. Say your goodbyes, Alessa,” Madam Olga instructed, her tone final.

Tears streamed down Alessa’s cheeks as the reality of the situation crashed over her like a tidal wave. She had barely held them, and now they were to be taken away from her.

With shaking hands, she lowered Aria gently, cradling Aiden close to her heart. She wept openly, her sobs echoing in the sterile room. Aiden, so small and precious, bore a striking resemblance to Bryan, and the sight tore at her heart.

Just then, the door swung open, and two nurses entered, their expressions serious.

“It’s time,” Madam Olga announced, her voice unwavering. Alessa’s cries filled the air, a haunting melody of despair.

The nurses approached, reaching for her babies, and Alessa’s heart shattered. “No!” she wailed, desperation clawing at her throat. Rico wrapped his arms around her, trying to shield her from the cruel reality.

Madam Olga turned and walked out with the nurses, leaving Alessa in a state of anguish. “My babies, Rico. My babies,” she cried, her voice raw with pain as he held her close, feeling utterly helpless.

“I’m sorry, Alessa. I really am,” he murmured, wishing he could do something—anything—to ease her suffering.