Our Little Happy Ending

Chapter 6: Family Ties

As the tension between Marco, Dimitri, and me reached its peak, a sudden commotion erupted outside the café. Voices raised in anger mingled with the sound of screeching tires, drawing our attention to the chaos unfolding on the street.

Through the glass windows, I caught a glimpse of a sleek black car pulling up to the curb, followed by a flurry of activity as several men in suits poured out of the vehicle. My heart sank as I recognized the emblem emblazoned on the car—the Dumira Williams family crest.

Before I could process what was happening, the door to the café burst open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped inside. It was Vladimir Dumira Williams, the heir of the powerful family and the girls' estranged father.

"Savannah," he boomed, his voice echoing through the room. "It's time to come home."

I stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what was unfolding before me. Vladimir turned his attention to Marco, his gaze cold and calculating.

"Marco," he said, his tone sharp as a blade. "What are you doing here?"

Marco faltered, his grip on me loosening slightly. "I—I was just—"

Vladimir cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I don't have time for your excuses. The girls belong with their family, not in the clutches of some low-life criminal."

Dimitri stepped forward, his stance protective as he positioned himself between me and Vladimir. "They're safe here," he declared, his voice firm. "And they're not going anywhere with you."

But Vladimir only chuckled, his eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. "You don't understand, officer. This isn't a request—it's an order. The girls are the key to securing the future of the Dumira Williams empire, and I won't let anyone stand in my way."

As tensions reached a boiling point, a voice rang out from the back of the café, cutting through the chaos like a beacon of hope."Daddy?"

We all turned to see Maia and Viola standing in the doorway, their eyes wide with confusion and fear. Vladimir's expression softened slightly as he took in the sight of his daughters, his resolve faltering for a fleeting moment.

"Girls," he said, his voice gentler now. "It's time to come home."

But before anyone could react, a new voice joined the fray, commanding attention with its authority and power."Vladimir."

We all turned to see a woman standing in the doorway, her presence commanding and regal. It was Anastasia Dumira Williams, Vladimir's mother and the matriarch of the family.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with anger.

Vladimir bristled, but before he could respond, Anastasia continued, her voice cutting like a knife.

"These girls belong with their mother," she declared, her gaze unwavering as she turned to me.

 "And as long as I'm alive, no one will tear this family apart."

At that moment, I realized that despite the chaos and the uncertainty, I wasn't alone. I had Dimitri by my side, and now, I had the support of the Dumira Williams family as well. With their help, I knew that we would weather whatever storm came our way and emerge stronger than ever before.

Anastasia grabbed her son by collar and dragged him out of the café, them behind Marco also took this opportunity to getaway