Chapter 71. Lost Connections...

Third Person's POV...

The Central Domain basked in the warm hues of twilight, the sky painted with the soft orange and pink of a setting sun. In a lavish room filled with opulent furnishings, Riya Descartes was sprawled across a king-sized bed, a sense of serenity washing over her as she clutched a body pillow close to her chest.

But this was no ordinary pillow. This pillow bore the image of Riyan—her precious son—and she pressed it close to her, her lips grazing the fabric with slow, deliberate affection.

Her fingers traced the contours of the pillow, imagining the softness of Riyan's skin under her touch. Her thoughts, far from motherly, wandered down paths no mother should tread. "Yan… my darling Yan," she murmured, her voice thick with longing. Her eyes fluttered shut as her mind conjured images of him beside her, lying close, his dark eyes gazing into hers with a mix of admiration and devotion.