Chapter 48: A Mother's Return

The helicopter touched down softly on the sprawling estate of the Conde Mansion, its powerful blades gradually slowing to a halt. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape as Angelic stepped out of the aircraft. Her heart was heavy with the weight of her recent experiences, but it lifted slightly at the thought of seeing her twin children, Monic and George, again. They were the light in her life, the reason she had embarked on this dark and treacherous path.

As she made her way to the front entrance, she saw two small figures running toward her at full speed. Monic and George, their faces bright with joy, called out to her, their voices echoing in the evening air.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Monic shouted, her pigtails bouncing as she ran.

“Mommy, you're back!” George added, his eyes wide with excitement.
Angelic knelt down, opening her arms just in time to catch them both in a warm embrace. The twins clung to her, their small bodies pressed against hers, and for a moment, all the darkness of the past few months seemed to melt away.

“I missed you both so much,” Angelic whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she kissed the tops of their heads.

“We missed you too, Mommy!” Monic replied, looking up at her mother with wide, innocent eyes. “How was your business trip to the United States? Did you bring us any presents?”
The question brought a bittersweet smile to Angelic's lips. The "business trip" was a convenient lie she had told them before leaving for her training on Death Island. It was easier to explain than the truth—that she had been undergoing grueling training to become an assassin, a path she had chosen for their protection and her own vengeance.

"It was... busy," Angelic replied, carefully choosing her words as she stroked Monic’s hair. "But I’m back now, and I brought you both something special."
She reached into her bag and pulled out two small boxes, each wrapped in bright paper with ribbons. The twins' eyes lit up with excitement as they tore into their gifts, revealing matching necklaces with pendants shaped like tiny guardian angels.

"Wow, Mommy! They're so pretty!" Monic exclaimed, holding up her necklace for a closer look.
“Thank you, Mommy! I’ll wear it every day,” George said, already fastening the necklace around his neck.

Angelic smiled, watching their joy. The pendants were more than just pretty trinkets—they were discreet tracking devices, equipped with emergency alerts that would notify her immediately if her children were in danger. It was a precaution she had taken to ensure their safety, a small comfort in a world that had become increasingly perilous.

As the twins marveled at their new gifts, Angelic felt a pang of guilt. She had lied to them, kept the truth of her mission and training hidden, and though it was necessary, it still weighed on her heart. But looking at their bright, happy faces, she knew she would do it all again if it meant keeping them safe.

“Mommy, can we play in the garden?” George asked, his eyes full of hope.
“Of course,” Angelic replied, standing up and taking their hands. “Let’s go.”

They spent the next hour playing in the garden, the twins’ laughter filling the air as they ran through the flowerbeds and chased each other around the fountain. Angelic watched them closely, her heart swelling with love and protectiveness. This was what she was fighting for—their happiness, their future. She had to be strong, not just for herself, but for them. They depended on her, and she would do whatever it took to ensure they were safe.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the garden, Angelic gathered the twins in her arms and sat down on a stone bench beneath a large oak tree. The air was cool and crisp, a perfect evening for a quiet moment together.

“Mommy,” Monic said softly, resting her head against Angelic’s shoulder. “When you were gone, I had a dream about you. I dreamt that you were a superhero, saving people from bad guys.”
Angelic’s heart tightened at her daughter’s words. If only Monic knew the truth—how far from a superhero she really was, how the path she had chosen was one of blood and shadows, not heroism.
“That’s a nice dream, sweetheart,” Angelic replied, kissing the top of Monic’s head. “But I’m no superhero. I’m just your mom, and I’ll always do my best to protect you.”

George looked up at her, his eyes filled with curiosity. “Mommy, do you have to go away again?”

Angelic hesitated, her mind flashing to the battles that lay ahead. The celestial families, Marcelino, the enemies that would stop at nothing to destroy her and her children—she knew that this was only the beginning. But she couldn’t bear to break their hearts with the truth.

“I don’t know, George,” she finally said, her voice gentle. “But if I do, it will be because I’m making the world safer for you and your sister. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you both more than anything.”
Monic and George hugged her tightly, their small arms wrapped around her as if they never wanted to let go. Angelic held them close, her heart aching with the knowledge of what she might have to do in the future.
For now, she was home, and she would cherish these moments with them. But deep down, she knew that the path she had chosen would demand more sacrifices, and she would need to be stronger than ever to face the challenges ahead.

As the night settled in and the stars began to twinkle above, Angelic made a silent vow to herself. She would protect her children, no matter the cost. She would become the strongest assassin the world had ever seen, and she would take down anyone who threatened her family.

“Mommy, can we sleep with you tonight?” Monic asked, her voice sleepy.
“Of course, my loves,” Angelic replied, standing up and leading them back to the mansion.

As they walked through the grand hallways, Angelic felt a renewed sense of purpose. Her training had given her the skills and the strength she needed, but it was her love for her children that would drive her to succeed. She was no longer just Angelic, the woman who sought revenge—she was a mother, a protector, and she would stop at nothing to ensure her children’s safety.

That night, as the twins slept soundly beside her, Angelic stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of the future. The journey ahead would be dangerous, but she was ready. She had to be.
For her children, for her family, for herself—she would become the weapon that would bring down the celestial families. And when the time came, she would make sure that Marcelino and his allies would pay for their crimes.

But for now, she allowed herself to rest, knowing that tomorrow would bring new challenges. She would face them all, with the strength of a mother and the determination of an assassin.