Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy
I gave my husband, Creighton, five years of unconditional love, only for him to throw divorce papers at me the moment his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, returned to the country. Broken-hearted and realizing I was just a placeholder in his life, I signed the papers and walked away without telling him that I was pregnant with his twins. I moved across the country, built a massive organic skincare empire, and raised my beautiful children with the help of my loyal best friend, Darius, who became the perfect father figure they needed. I built a life so grand and successful that I completely forgot the pain of my past. But five years later, Creighton crosses paths with my children at a business convention and notices the striking resemblance to himself. Now, he wants forgiveness, he wants his family back, and he is willing to beg on his knees. Too bad for him, I do not need his money, I do not need his status, and my heart is no longer up for grabs.
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Chapter: Chapter 55CHAPTER 55: Whispers in the DarkCreighton’s POVMy phone vibrated against the leather desk mat before I could finish reading through the Zurich bank manifests.Priscilla's caller ID flashed across the screen. I snatched it up on the first ring, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Cilla? What happened? Are you safe?""Creighton, she was here," Priscilla’s voice came through the line, breathless and sharp with lingering adrenaline. "Chloe came to the townhouse. She was hysterical... she was begging me to tell you to lift the financial freeze.""Did my guards hold her?" I growled, already standing up, my obsidian eyes locking onto Marcus across the room. "Did she touch you?""No, the guards held her off, but Creighton... she slipped up," Priscilla said, her tone dropping into an urgent whisper. "She described the crime scene. She knew about the brass lamp in Dr. Hayes’s apartment, and she knew the logbook was hidden under th
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 54CHAPTER 54: The Cornered PredatorsPriscilla’s POVI stood behind the desk in my private office, staring down at the legal documents spread across the teak wood. Outside, the afternoon rain tapped against the glass, matching the dull, throbbing ache behind my temples.Before I could reach for my mug of warm chamomile tea, the doors swung open.Thyra stormed into the room, her hair disheveled, her mascara smeared across her pale cheeks. The usually pristine, arrogant woman looked like a ghost of herself, her designer trench coat soaked with rain, her fingers trembling wildly as she clutched her expensive leather handbag."Priscilla!" she cried out, her voice high-pitched and hysterical as she slammed the office door shut behind her. "You have to stop this! You have to call them off right now!"I didn't flinch. I slowly set my pen down, standing tall in my tailored silk pantsuit, my honey-brown eyes turning cold as ice as I looked at my
Last Updated: 2026-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 53CHAPTER 53: Desperate AlliancesCreighton’s POVThe rain beat relentlessly against the tall windows of the study, the dark storm matching the quiet storm raging inside my chest.I couldn't stay in my penthouse. Every second I spent away from Priscilla and the kids felt like a dangerous gamble. Armed with Miller’s warning about a cold-blooded killer on the loose, I drove back to the townhouse before midnight, flanked by two full teams of my private security detail.When Bree let me into the quiet foyer, Priscilla was sitting on the edge of the velvet sofa, her face deathly pale, holding her phone in a hand that wouldn't stop shaking."I need you to listen to this," Priscilla said, her voice barely a whisper as I stepped into the living room.She pressed play on the audio file she had just received. The voice of Chloe Harrington echoed through the room, demanding the execution of Dr. Hayes before he could hand over the Saint Mary&r
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 52CHAPTER 52: The Shadow of SuspicionsPriscilla’s POVThe red and blue police lights spun silently across the broken glass on the entryway floor.Detective Miller leaned against the dining table, flipping through his small notepad while two uniformed officers paced the perimeter outside."Mrs. Marlow," Miller began, his voice low and heavy. "Before today, when was the last time Darius Blair showed any sign of physical aggression toward you or the children?"I sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, my hands wrapped tightly around a warm mug of chamomile tea. The heat barely made a dent in the bone-deep cold settling inside me."Never," I whispered, my voice rough. "In six years... he was gentle. He coached soccer. He was the stable one while my world was falling apart."Across the room, Creighton stood leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed entirely on me, his knuckles still raw and bruised from the fight."A man doesn'
Last Updated: 2026-09-08
Chapter: Chapter 51CHAPTER 51: The Threat of the Old GuardCreighton’s POVI slammed the door of my penthouse shut.The silence inside the sprawling room was suffocating. I staggered toward the center of the lounge, my chest heaving in short gasps, my lungs burning as if I’d been drowning in deep water.“Just stay away from me, Creighton. Please.”Her voice echoed in my head shredding through whatever composure I had left. I sank my hands into my hair, gripping the strands until my scalp burned, my eyes staring blindly at the floor.An agonizing knot tightened in my throat. My eyes burned as a single tear cutting a path down my cheek before I could stop it. Six years of fighting, six years of hunting down every shred of truth, only to land the lethal strike on her heart myself."Fuck!" I roared as my arms swung wildly across the desk, sending the crystal decanter, glass tumblers, and brass lamps crashing onto the floor. Glass sha
Last Updated: 2026-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 50CHAPTER 50: The Midnight FlightPriscilla’s POVI didn't let myself cry as I walked back into the house.The front door locked, shutting out Creighton, his files, and the ghost of our past. I leaned my back against the dark wood, closing my eyes and forcing the air into my lungs.I couldn't stay here…not another night.This house was built on Darius’s lies, funded by the money he stole from my father’s company, and suffocated by his sister’s unwanted presence. If I stayed until morning, Darius would come crawling back with more fake tears, or Thyra would show up with more insults. I was done being prey in my own home.I went straight up the stairs and pulled two large duffel bags from the master closet and went into the children's room. The soft, steadiness of their breathing filled the warm space. Leo was sprawling across his bed, one arm hanging over the side, while Maya was curled into a tiny ball beneath he
Last Updated: 2026-09-06
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