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Episode One
Falling Angel
It was a dark, rainy night in the city of Amedaming.
The clock struck 1:00 a.m., and the rain fell heavily, drumming against the empty streets like a warning from the skies.
A black luxury car screeched to a halt in front of Golden Private Hospital.
Mrs. M. E. Amazes, the elegant wife of Amedaming’s most powerful billionaire tycoon, had been rushed in for an emergency. Tonight was critical. She was in labor.
Her husband, Henry Amazes, walked beside the stretcher—his steps calm, controlled, yet laced with worry. This child was everything.
Their first child.
The heir to the mighty Amazes family.
Behind him, footsteps echoed through the long, quiet corridor. Members of both families had arrived—parents, relatives, and close associates—despite Henry’s clear instructions for them to remain behind until the delivery was over.
Hospital staff and late-night patients paused to watch the unusual scene. Too many important people. Too much tension. All for one woman.
“This is a bit dramatic… all this for one person,” someone murmured under their breath.
Henry heard it.
His jaw tightened. Anger flashed briefly across his face. He had warned them. He wanted silence, privacy—control.
But his mother had refused.
Lady Elizabeth Amadeo Amazes—strong-willed, proud, and feared in equal measure—had insisted the entire family follow. According to her, the birth of the Amazes heir was not a private matter.
It was history in the making.
As the hospital doors swung shut and Mrs. Amazes disappeared into the delivery room, the corridor fell silent.
None of them knew it yet…
But this child would not just inherit wealth and power.
She would change everything.
Mr. Amazes was a bit pissed off by that little statement because he had clearly told his family to stay back until their successful return. But his mother—
Lady Elizabeth Amadeo Amazes—was not a woman anyone easily argued with.
She stood tall in the hospital corridor, dressed in a dark wine-colored gown, her silver hair neatly packed under a scarf that screamed old money and authority. Her eyes were sharp, calculating, and cold, scanning the faces of the nurses, the doctors, and even the curious onlookers who pretended not to stare.
“This child,” she said firmly, breaking the silence, “is not just Henry’s child. It is an Amazes child. And the Amazes family does not wait outside history.”
Henry sighed quietly, running a hand through his hair. He knew better than to argue with his mother—especially not tonight. Still, tension sat heavily in his chest, heavier than the rain pounding against the glass windows.
The hospital smelled of antiseptic and fear.
Mrs. Amazes’ cries echoed faintly from behind the closed doors of the labor ward. Each sound cut into Henry like a knife, yet he remained standing, composed, his billionaire confidence masking the storm raging inside him.
Doctors moved swiftly in and out, whispering medical terms that sounded harmless but felt dangerous. Every minute stretched into eternity.
Lady Elizabeth took a seat, crossing her legs slowly. “Henry,” she said calmly, “your wife is strong. Amazes women do not fall easily.”
Henry nodded, though his clenched fists told another story.
Across the corridor, Mrs. Amazes’ mother, Madam Roseline Amadeo, held a rosary tightly in her trembling hands. Her lips moved nonstop in silent prayers. Unlike Lady Elizabeth’s steel composure, Roseline’s face showed fear openly—the fear of a mother watching her daughter walk the thin line between life and death.
Hours earlier, everything had been calm.
Mrs. Amazes had been resting in their penthouse apartment, the city lights glowing beneath them. She had laughed, joking about how stubborn the baby was, refusing to come out. No one expected the sudden pain, the sharp cry, the rush, the rain, the sirens.
Now, everything depended on what happened behind those doors.
A nurse finally stepped out, her face serious.
“Mr. Amazes,” she called.
Henry moved instantly. “Yes?”
“We may need you to be prepared for complications.”
The words landed like thunder.
Lady Elizabeth rose from her seat. “What kind of complications?”
The nurse hesitated. “The baby’s position is unusual, and Mrs. Amazes is under a lot of stress.”
Henry swallowed hard. “Do whatever you have to do,” he said firmly. “Save them. Both of them.”
The nurse nodded and disappeared back inside.
The corridor fell silent again—too silent.
The rain outside grew louder, as if the sky itself was restless.
Minutes passed. Then more minutes.
Someone whispered another prayer. Someone else wiped tears quietly. A clock ticked loudly on the wall, mocking their patience.
Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the air—not of pain, but of life.
A baby’s cry.
Everyone froze.
Henry’s breath caught in his throat.
Another cry followed—stronger, louder.
A nurse burst out smiling. “Congratulations, Mr. Amazes,” she said. “It’s a girl.”
A wave of relief rushed through the corridor. Madam Roseline burst into tears. Some family members smiled, others clapped softly.
But Lady Elizabeth did not smile.
“A girl?” she repeated slowly.
Henry exhaled deeply, his heart pounding. “Is my wife okay?”
“She’s weak,” the nurse replied, “but she’s stable.”
Henry nodded, tears burning his eyes. He didn’t care about anything else. His wife was alive. His child was alive.
Still, Lady Elizabeth stepped closer. “May I see the child?”
The nurse hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Inside the softly lit nursery, the baby lay wrapped in a white blanket, her tiny face calm now, her breathing steady. Her skin glowed softly under the light, and a faint birthmark rested just below her left shoulder blade—shaped oddly, almost like wings.
Lady Elizabeth stared.
Her eyes narrowed.
She leaned closer, her breath slowing.
“This child…” she murmured. “She carries a heavy mark.”
Henry frowned. “Mother, it’s just a birthmark.”
Lady Elizabeth straightened. “Marks are never just marks.”
The baby suddenly opened her eyes.
Dark. Deep. Unusually aware.
For a brief moment, Lady Elizabeth felt something she hadn’t felt in decades.
Fear.
The room temperature seemed to drop, just slightly. The lights flickered once, then steadied.
The baby stopped crying.
She only stared.
Henry noticed none of this. He reached out, gently touching his daughter’s tiny hand. She curled her fingers around his.
“She’s perfect,” he whispered. “She will be loved. Protected. She will have everything.”
Lady Elizabeth said nothing.
Outside, thunder rolled across the sky.
Somewhere deep within the city of Amedaming, something ancient stirred—as if the world itself had felt her arrival.
A nurse smiled softly. “What will you name her?”
Henry looked at his mother, then back at the child.
“Her name is Seraphina Amazes.”
Lady Elizabeth’s grip tightened around her walking stick.
“An angelic name,” she said quietly.
“Yes,” Henry replied. “Because she is our blessing.”
Lady Elizabeth looked once more at the child’s mark, her expression unreadable.
“Or,” she whispered so softly no one else could hear,
“a fallen one.”
The rain finally began to slow.
But the storm had only just begun.
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