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Kyros Standing in the restaurant’s doorway, my head spun with questions I couldn’t shake. I’d already told the chef I’d be gone for a few days, heading to Bryston. The very thought of that place sent my pulse racing. When Elle first disappeared, I’d used my connections to trace the number I kept calling obsessively. The first report said she was somewhere down South, but that wasn’t enough for me. I needed to hear her voice and know she was out there. So, I had the number tracked again. Since the number was registered under my name, I was granted access to its mobile signal—and that’s when I discovered she had gone to Bryston. The fury that followed was immediate and consuming. Elle had no reason to go there. Unless… her memories had returned, or maybe she’d discovered something about the child. Working in Cassian’s organization, she definitely had access to things that could’ve pointed her to the truth. The thought wouldn’t leave me alone. I walked out after wrapping up my con
Maximus The doubts stuck with me even at thirty thousand feet, with the jet’s engines humming in the background as we crossed the Atlantic toward Europe. While we spoke in the library, I caught it—Miss Elle had the same scent as Gazelle, the one that always got under my skin. My body responded instinctively, just like before, which probably explained why I couldn’t stop watching her during those quiet moments when it was just the two of us. Yet the differences nagged at me. Her accent carried the warm drawl of the American South, nothing like Gazelle’s. And those blue eyes—so distant, so carefully guarded, nothing like how Gazelle used to look at me, full of a vulnerability that left me breathless. And Miss Elle’s voice carried a roughness as if she’d spent years shouting over noise or perhaps crying too many tears. It felt like Gazelle... but it wasn’t. I couldn’t afford to be seen as inappropriate—a creep or some obsessed man—around the woman who’d be looking after my daughte
Elle The door to Lulu’s room flew open, startling the three of us. My whole body tensed up, trembling before I even realized it. I had no idea what to do or think—just that the man who stormed in sounded furious. Next to me, Mandy, the house helper, quickly stood up, clearly frightened. The man’s icy stare locked onto us, sharp enough to cut right through. “What’s going on here?” he demanded. “Daddy!” Lulu shrieked, her eyes sparkling with delight as she raced towards him, giggling. “We were playing! I’m the salon owner!” she said proudly, then pointed. “She’s my beautician,” gesturing at Mandy, “and Miss Elle is my customer. Do you want to be my customer, too, Daddy?” Her enthusiasm was infectious, even in this tense moment. Maximus Ferrero scooped Lulu up in his arms, his expression softening slightly. “I would absolutely love to be your customer, sweetheart, but I have some urgent matters I need to attend to.” I could barely bring myself to look directly at him; his presenc
Maximus “How did this happen?” my father, the chairman, asked. The manager from our London branch appeared on the screen, looking pale as he pointed to the breach analysis also showing on the screen. “It happened while we were switching over to the new logistics app. We were right in the middle of updating the system when the hackers found a way in.” He cleared his throat before continuing with the devastating details. “We’ve experienced a major cybersecurity breach. Hackers infiltrated the branch’s local servers and gained unauthorized access to sensitive customer data—names, home addresses, payment information, and complete order histories spanning the last six months.” His voice was serious. This wasn’t just some random breach; it was a full-on violation of data protection laws. We were already being investigated for slipping up on global security standards, and I knew we needed Lucas and his cybersecurity team now more than ever. “Boss, if we don’t resolve this immediately,
My heart was pounding like crazy; everything felt like it was moving way too fast. Just earlier today, I got the news that Maximus Ferrero was looking for a nanny for my twinkle, then came the interview, and now here I was—about to face the final step that could change everything. Through the car window, I handed my identification to the security guard at Hillcrest Estate’s imposing gates, where Maximus Ferrero lived with his child. My hands trembled slightly as I waited. A sleek black Audi idled on the opposite side of the gate, poised to leave the estate. “Wait—that’s Sir Max’s vehicle!” the driver beside me commented. I turned to where the guard was pointing. The tinted windows of the Audi beside us were too dark to see who was inside. “The office assured me he’d wait for my arrival,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. “Perhaps he’s still inside the house?” “Could be!” The driver sounded hopeful. After scanning my identification, the guard handed it bac
The lady from the estate could only shake her head in disbelief after hearing what had happened to me. “Why did you trust the scammers so easily?” she asked quietly. Then she requested a pen and paper from one of the staff and scribbled something down. “This is all the help I can give. They’ll definitely run a background check.” I looked at what she’d written—an address. It was the office of the Ferreros. “Everyone working inside the estate undergoes a strict employment screening,” she explained. “I’ll inform Assistant Fred that I was the one who referred you, but the rest is up to you. How you start, how you stay—that’s on you.” The cashier chimed in, “Fair warning—President Ferrero’s daughter is just as moody as he is. That’s why no nanny lasts more than a few weeks.” The mention of a child hit me hard. I couldn’t help but think of the baby I gave birth to, and the familiar ache pulled at my heart with overwhelming force. I was already here in Bryston, having sacrificed everyt
Elle “That’s the home where the baby you carried is living now,” Sam said quietly. He’s twenty years old—the nephew of Cassian Doyle, the organization’s leader, whom I hadn’t yet encountered. Sam and I became real friends through online gaming, even though I started hanging out with him mainly to earn his trust. Deep down, I just wanted to find out what happened to the baby I’d carried as a surrogate—my twinkle. The uncertainty weighed on me for years. I’d heard some of the babies placed through the organization weren’t doing so well with their adoptive families, and honestly, that really broke my heart. That’s why I refused to support the organization—I couldn’t imagine agreeing so easily to be a surrogate. Just the thought of handing over a child I carried felt unbearable. Thankfully, I discovered that the biological parent was taking good care of the baby. I pulled a photo from the envelope Sam handed me, along with the rest of the details. The father’s expression was stern
Kyros “I can’t take this anymore, Kyros!” Elle’s voice trembled with barely contained fury. “I’m not accepting another job from those people!” I could feel the anger bubbling just under the surface of her voice, ready to explode. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to find the right words—but what else was there to say? I’d already told her everything I could. Everything that made sense, at least. I looked at the woman who’s been by my side for five years. No, even longer. She’s been with me since she was seventeen. And I knew that look in her eyes. The questions were still there, unspoken but loud. And me? I kept dodging them with story after story, piling on lie after lie, to keep things from falling apart. But all of this—everything—was because I wanted to be with her. Why couldn’t she understand that my actions were all motivated by my need to be with her? Before I could open my mouth, she continued, “I don’t understand how you can stomach what those people are doing! An
I was never a patient of Gazelle’s mother, which made finding my name in her files deeply puzzling. When I opened the folder, its contents left me stunned—letters, dozens of them, all from my mother. Why did Gazelle have them? Why hadn’t Dr. Sinclair, Gazelle’s mother, ever given them to me? Or... perhaps she had tried? I immediately called Dr. Castillo, who had worked alongside Dr. Sinclair during that difficult period of my life. When I explained my discovery, he sounded equally surprised that Gazelle possessed the letters. “Dr. Sinclair did give them to you, Max,” he said gently, referring to my mother-in-law. “But because what you went through was so traumatic, and you were so young at the time, she chose to hold onto them until you were ready to handle it. You were just a kid back then, Max.” I exhaled slowly, trying to process it all. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this, Uncle?” “I didn’t think you were ready either,” he said gently. “You couldn’t even bring yourself to