Chapter 1

The kitchen was alive with the comforting aroma of scrambled eggs, chicken porridge, and warm soy milk.

Perched on a stool with his sleeves rolled up and a chef’s hat made of paper, Fosbein stirred a bowl proudly.
“Look, I’m a chef!” he beamed, his face dusted with flour.

“Chef Fosbein, you’re not so cool,” teased Fahnareeh, giggling as she twirled her fork with a strawberry slice balanced like a ballerina.

At the end of the table, Fastian sat unusually quiet, nudging his eggs around with his fork, eyes fixed on the floor.

Becky noticed immediately. She dried her hands and crouched beside him.
“What’s wrong, Tian?” she asked softly.

He hesitated before murmuring, “I don’t want to go to school.”

Becky tilted her head, concern knitting her brows.
“Why not, my mischievous prince ?”

His lips quivered. “They said… my daddy doesn’t love me.”

Becky’s heart clenched. She pulled him into a tight hug, one hand gently stroking his back.

She wanted to say the right thing-but the right thing never came easy.

Fastian nestled into her chest, small and quiet.

Before she could gather the right words, her phone buzzed. The screen read: Emergency – Beckangels Company.

With a deep breath, Becky answered, “Rebecca Armstrong speaking.”

“Ma’am, we’ve hit a critical issue. The prototype software crashed during launch. Two branches are frozen. Clients are locked out. Investors demand an update in two hours.”

Becky pressed a hand to her forehead. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Get the dev team on standby and send the logs to my inbox.”

She hung up and turned to her children.

“Alright, my babies . Let’s eat quickly. We’re heading out early.”

“Rox, please come here and finish your food. Enough with that flour.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

But Fastian remained still. “I don’t wanna go to school,” he whispered again, lip trembling.

Fosbein moved to him and gently patted his back.
“Don’t be scared. I’ll protect you,” he said, eyes shining with brotherly loyalty.

Becky placed a hand on both their heads. “You’ll go, Tian. And I’ll be right there at pick-up-like always. And what others say? It doesn’t matter.”

Fahnareeh leaned in. “Don’t be sad. I’ll protect you too. Do you want a hug?”

Fastian melted into her arms. “I’m the one who protects you, my honey pumpkin sugar plump baby Naree,” he declared, cheeks pink.

“Okay, okay. Enough the hugs-eat faster now,” Becky chuckled, kissing all three foreheads before heading upstairs to pack and prepare them for the day.

–

The drive to kindergarten was a symphony of nursery rhymes and heated debates about whose stuffed animal was taller. Becky kept stealing glances in the rearview mirror-Fastian still wasn’t smiling.

At drop-off, Fahnareeh and Fosbein rushed ahead after showering Becky with kisses. Fastian clung to her side, hand glued to hers.

She kneeled down. “Please go in, Tian. Mommy told you, don’t care about what others say.”

But his tiny feet stomped the ground, tears spilling over. Becky gently wiped them away.

“Cry all you want, baby. Sometimes hearts feel better after tears,” she whispered.

Suddenly, Fosbein ran back to them.
“Tian, come! Mommy will be late. I’ll protect you like an army,” he urged.

“Listen to Phi Fosbein,” Becky added. “He’s always by your side.”

“I don’t want to,” Fastian said, voice breaking.

Becky gently asked, “Do you remember the story of the little penguin who was scared to slide down the ice hill?”

Fastian nodded slowly.

“And what did he do?”

“He closed his eyes and jumped,” he whispered.

“And what happened?”

“He slid all the way down and shouted ‘Again!'”

“That’s right. Be that brave little penguin, Tian.”

Finally, a smile tugged at his lips. He ran inside, not even waiting for Fosbein.

“Goodbye, Mommy!” Fosbein hugged her tight.

“Goodbye, my protective baby. Remember-if you argue with your friends, don’t hurt them. Only defend yourself if they hurt you first.”Becky’s car sped through the city as she transitioned from mother to CEO. Her company-Beckangels, a powerhouse in tech and lifestyle-rose into view. Its silver panels reflected the sky, and the angel-wing logo soared atop it all.

Inside, the atmosphere pulsed with urgency. People crisscrossed halls, tablets clutched, voices low but tense.

“Madam Armstrong!” her assistant Ayon appeared. “Conference room’s ready. Dev team patched one branch.”

“Perfect.” Becky moved like lightning. “Send the pitch deck to investors. We fix this now.”

For the next two hours, she was fierce and focused-juggling bug reports, PR briefs, financial risks-without missing a beat.

When the last video call ended, Becky collapsed into her chair.

“You need a break,” Ayon said, handing her guava juice.

“I need milk tea,” Becky muttered.

“Too much sugar. You’ll survive with this.”

Becky rolled her eyes, sipping it anyway. “Fine.”

–

That afternoon, Becky headed to Trestelle, a rooftop café she escaped to when life got too heavy. There, under flowing linen canopies, sat her best friends Lisa and Fay, already sipping iced lemon tea.

“You’re twenty minutes late,” Lisa smirked, pushing up her sunglasses.

“Big day-CEO chaos and triplet drama,” Becky sighed, collapsing into the chair.

“Pranks again?” Fay asked, sliding her a croissant.

“Worse-Fastian don’t want to go kindergarten, and my servers had a meltdown,” Becky grumbled, biting in.

Just then, Sana swept in, floral jumpsuit flowing. “I brought chocolate cake and milk tea.”

The four women talked and laughed, leaning on each other like they always did-sharing updates, teasing failures, lifting spirits.

“Remember when Becky couldn’t bake cupcakes without turning them into bricks?” Fay teased.

“Hey! I’m good at pastry now,” Becky grinned.

Laughter filled the rooftop air.

–

By evening, Becky returned to pick up the triplets. Their kindergarten had hosted extended activities, and the sun dipped low on the horizon.

Fahnareeh ran into her arms. “Mommy, I danced! I was the flower!”

“I bet you were the most beautiful flower there,” Becky said, kissing her cheek.

Naree giggled shyly.

Fastian approached, waving a handmade paper crown. “I’m King of the Playroom!”

“Wow! Who made that?” Becky asked, lifting him up.

“Teacher did. I just coloured it.”

“It’s beautiful, my mischievous prince.” She kissed his forehead. “You’re so sweaty-had fun, huh?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

Finally, Fosbein walked up slowly. Becky set Fastian down and opened her arms wide.

He ran into her.

“I’m proud of you,” she whispered. “I read the message your teacher gave me. You are very energetic today.” Becky didn’t forget to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m have fun.”

“Good for you handsome boy.”

As they drove home, twilight painted the sky gold. In the backseat, Fahnareeh sang softly about stars, Fosbein requested animal-shaped dinner, and Fastian watched the clouds.

And Becky, weary but content, knew that no matter how wild or demanding the day got-she would do it all again tomorrow.

Because this was her beautiful chaos.

A CEO by day.
A mommy forever.