Dylan’s POV I was done playing her games. Done waiting for her to admit what we both knew was still there. So once again, I took control. She had no idea I’d been tracking her brother for weeks, well, if she did, she'd definitely freak out and get pissed at me. I hired a private investigator the second I found out through my secretary that we would have to come home. Through the guy I hired, I memorized Michael’s habits, the places he visited, the people he saw, when he went to and came back from work, and the times he was alone. Eventually, I got the perfect opportunity to meet him with Mia. A dinner reservation at a restaurant. That’s where I'd staged the coincidence. That’s where I decided to finally confront them both. It was sneaky. Bold. Maybe even insane. But I was way past caring about that. I’d do anything for her now. I'd do anything for us. And now that I was standing face to face with the man who used to be my best friend, my adopted brother, the man who now looke
Dylan's POV “Her daughter?” I managed to ask after a brief silence, I couldn’t believe my ears. There's no way I have a daughter I don't know about. My eyes shot to Mia.“Mia, I'm going to ask you as calmly as I can right now. What is your brother talking about?”She stared at me with wide eyes and confusion on her face while she held her chest like her heart was beating so fast it hurt but I couldn’t care about that at the moment. “Mia.” I stepped toward her, trying to remain calm. “I don’t want to beg you to speak up so fucking say something before I finally lose it.”She looked towards Amah, who shook her head sadly with pity in her eyes, and I could see Mia was still hesitating, but I didn't have the time for that. I need to know what's going on. I walked closer to her so our faces were inches apart.She glanced at her brother, probably for help, before looking at me, “Dylan, please, I can't…” She looked down at her feet.“You can’t what, Mia? Look, I don't have the time for you
Mia’s POVHe couldn’t even give me a little time to think about all of this. To figure out how to introduce him into my daughter's life.I thought he was being dramatic or trying to emotionally blackmail me when he said he'd bring his lawyer but he was dead serious about it.I told him it wouldn't be fair for my lawyer to be absent and he only said fine and asked for his details. The next thing I knew, he flew both our lawyers here on his private jet first thing in the morning.First-class manipulation dressed up as efficiency. That was Dylan Scott for you. Always the strategist. Always five steps ahead. Always making decisions for both of us even when I'm supposed to be the one in charge.He rented out a huge conference room, which was so unnecessary because it's just four of us, but I didn’t bother to suggest a smaller, less expensive meeting place. It's his own money to waste after all.He sat at the head of the table like a CEO ready to close a billion-dollar deal, but this wasn’t
Dylan's POV She scoffed, “Can you just try to be reasonable right now?”“I'm always reasonable, Mia. I'm being patient with you right now too. So, why are you being like this? Why can't you just trust me or something?”She muttered, “I'd rather chew wet grass than let myself trust you again so easily.”“For fucks sake, move on from the past! Holding on to it is only going to draw us back.”She stood up like she got pinched on the ass, glaring at me like she wanted to strangle me, “You don’t get to tell me to move on, you arrogant insensitive piece of shit.” “Look, you can choose to keep ranting all you want but that isn't going to help us in any way right now. Just trust me, Mia. I swear I'm a changed man”She scoffed, “You're definitely a changed man. You changed in the worst way possible and I'd be a fool to just trust you again. Now you’re back talking about love and marriage? I craved these things from you years ago, but what did you do? You disappeared!”“You're making it seem
Mia’s POVOnce again, we were on Dylan’s private jet. Just the two of us. Except this time, we weren’t heading out for anything work related.We were going to see my…our daughter.The air was too quiet, as if the plane itself knew we weren’t just dragging luggage, we were also dragging years of painful things better left unsaid.It wasn’t just the thought of Truth waiting for me when I got home that made my stomach twist. It was knowing Dylan would be there too when I saw her. That he’d be meeting her for the first time ever in his life.I called her but I didn’t even tell Truth he was coming. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her over the phone.What was I supposed to say? “Hey baby, guess what?! That man you’ve asked me about a few times…yes, I mean your father ….Oh, he's coming home with me today, so look your best for him.”I glanced at him from across the cabin. He looked too calm for a man about to meet his child. His eyes were shut, his hands folded behind his head like he w
Mia's POV When he came back to sit down in the cabin, he tried to talk to me again, but I shut him out completely, so we didn’t talk for the rest of the flight. Which was absolutely fine with me. I needed to prepare myself to face my daughter.Soon after landing, we were sitting in the backseat of his car, Dylan was on the phone yelling at someone while I stared at my hands, trying to calm my nerves. I couldn’t believe I was able to resist him earlier. I didn’t think I would be able to. Unfortunately, my body was betraying me, and my feelings are all messed up now, too.I can't let him get to me this time. I'm only moving in with him for our daughter’s sake. This shouldn't be a chance for us to get back together. I know I'm not all that but still….Dylan doesn't deserve me. I took slow, deep breaths which seemed to help pretty well. I should have never let him get to me again even in the slightest bit. Why didn’t I try to fight him in court first? I could've won somehow.“Kira, I do
Dylan's POV I was getting really anxious and impatient waiting for Mia to come out, so I considered letting myself in. I was still thinking about it when the front door opened, and I saw my daughter running out.I was stunned at how she looked exactly like her mother when she was that age. No wonder no one could guess I was her father; it's like my genes went on a vacation because she looks nothing like me. Mia really pulled a copy and paste on this one. She rushed to where I stood and stopped in front of me. She cocked her head to the side and looked at me from head to toe like she was assessing me. We looked at each other for a while, saying nothing, but then she smiled a bit and said, “Hi, I'm Truth Lynn Jason.”I smiled back at her widely, “I know who you are, Princess. And it’s so nice to finally meet you.” She doesn't know it yet but soon she'd bear my name instead.She glanced back, probably to check if her mom was coming but she wasn’t there yet. Then she gestured at me to
Mia’s POVGetting ready to move was taking longer than it was supposed to, so we had to agree to leave tomorrow. Truth wasn’t exactly thrilled, and I couldn’t blame her. The energy around us had shifted, heavier somehow since Dylan showed up. She barely looked at him, barely responded when he tried to start conversations. She gave him one-word answers, avoided eye contact, and stayed close to me.It made things...awkward. And as much as I hated to admit it, a small part of me was grateful she didn’t take to him so easily. I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t sure if I ever would be.Dylan invited himself to spend the night in my house, claiming it was too late to head back. I knew he could go back but there was no point arguing with him in front of our daughter.He was supposed to sleep in the guest bedroom. Supposed to.We'd been awkward around each other since that time in the plane, but that's clearly his fault. I wish we didn't have to do any of this but it wouldn't be fair to him a
Dylan’s POV“This is just...wow,” Truth muttered, squinting at the sleek interior of the jet like it personally offended her. “Do you really have your own plane or did you rent it to impress me or something?.”I chuckled. “Nope. I didn’t rent it because it's mine and I actually have four more planes.”She arched a brow, unimpressed. “Good for you, I guess, but do you really need to brag much?”“Truth,” Mia warned gently, her voice low.Truth threw her hands up, plopping into one of the leather seats. “What? He said it like I was supposed to gasp and clap.”I bit back a grin, studying her. She had a sharp mouth. Just like me.“My dad has five private jets. I'm the luckiest girl in the world,” she said mockingly under her breath.Mia sighed and sank into a seat near the window—deliberately the furthest one from me. She didn’t say much after that. That worried me more than if she’d started yelling.“Uh, excuse me, sir...I mean...D-Dad,” Truth said suddenly, stuttering out the last word l
Dylan's POV I got my driver to quickly buy me some clothes for me to change in and Truth brought them up for me quietly.Then I went down to have dinner with them, feeling relieved to see Mia didn’t look so angry. I guess she always tries her best to be happy around our daughter, which, I must admit, is a really strong thing for her to do. Mia cooked a really delicious meal and we ate together. Like we were a real family. It felt so unreal being here. One minute I'm just a billionaire CEO working his ass; the next thing I know, I'm someone's Father. I enjoyed watching my beautiful girls, grateful I was able to have dinner with them. She was so patient and amazing with our daughter, and I could tell that she and Truth were very close. They were so close; they had conversations with their eyes sometimes. Seeing their special relationship made my head and heart hurt. I had definitely missed a lot.After Mia introduced their nanny to me, she told her it was late so she could stay and
Mia’s POVGetting ready to move was taking longer than it was supposed to, so we had to agree to leave tomorrow. Truth wasn’t exactly thrilled, and I couldn’t blame her. The energy around us had shifted, heavier somehow since Dylan showed up. She barely looked at him, barely responded when he tried to start conversations. She gave him one-word answers, avoided eye contact, and stayed close to me.It made things...awkward. And as much as I hated to admit it, a small part of me was grateful she didn’t take to him so easily. I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t sure if I ever would be.Dylan invited himself to spend the night in my house, claiming it was too late to head back. I knew he could go back but there was no point arguing with him in front of our daughter.He was supposed to sleep in the guest bedroom. Supposed to.We'd been awkward around each other since that time in the plane, but that's clearly his fault. I wish we didn't have to do any of this but it wouldn't be fair to him a
Dylan's POV I was getting really anxious and impatient waiting for Mia to come out, so I considered letting myself in. I was still thinking about it when the front door opened, and I saw my daughter running out.I was stunned at how she looked exactly like her mother when she was that age. No wonder no one could guess I was her father; it's like my genes went on a vacation because she looks nothing like me. Mia really pulled a copy and paste on this one. She rushed to where I stood and stopped in front of me. She cocked her head to the side and looked at me from head to toe like she was assessing me. We looked at each other for a while, saying nothing, but then she smiled a bit and said, “Hi, I'm Truth Lynn Jason.”I smiled back at her widely, “I know who you are, Princess. And it’s so nice to finally meet you.” She doesn't know it yet but soon she'd bear my name instead.She glanced back, probably to check if her mom was coming but she wasn’t there yet. Then she gestured at me to
Mia's POV When he came back to sit down in the cabin, he tried to talk to me again, but I shut him out completely, so we didn’t talk for the rest of the flight. Which was absolutely fine with me. I needed to prepare myself to face my daughter.Soon after landing, we were sitting in the backseat of his car, Dylan was on the phone yelling at someone while I stared at my hands, trying to calm my nerves. I couldn’t believe I was able to resist him earlier. I didn’t think I would be able to. Unfortunately, my body was betraying me, and my feelings are all messed up now, too.I can't let him get to me this time. I'm only moving in with him for our daughter’s sake. This shouldn't be a chance for us to get back together. I know I'm not all that but still….Dylan doesn't deserve me. I took slow, deep breaths which seemed to help pretty well. I should have never let him get to me again even in the slightest bit. Why didn’t I try to fight him in court first? I could've won somehow.“Kira, I do
Mia’s POVOnce again, we were on Dylan’s private jet. Just the two of us. Except this time, we weren’t heading out for anything work related.We were going to see my…our daughter.The air was too quiet, as if the plane itself knew we weren’t just dragging luggage, we were also dragging years of painful things better left unsaid.It wasn’t just the thought of Truth waiting for me when I got home that made my stomach twist. It was knowing Dylan would be there too when I saw her. That he’d be meeting her for the first time ever in his life.I called her but I didn’t even tell Truth he was coming. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her over the phone.What was I supposed to say? “Hey baby, guess what?! That man you’ve asked me about a few times…yes, I mean your father ….Oh, he's coming home with me today, so look your best for him.”I glanced at him from across the cabin. He looked too calm for a man about to meet his child. His eyes were shut, his hands folded behind his head like he w
Dylan's POV She scoffed, “Can you just try to be reasonable right now?”“I'm always reasonable, Mia. I'm being patient with you right now too. So, why are you being like this? Why can't you just trust me or something?”She muttered, “I'd rather chew wet grass than let myself trust you again so easily.”“For fucks sake, move on from the past! Holding on to it is only going to draw us back.”She stood up like she got pinched on the ass, glaring at me like she wanted to strangle me, “You don’t get to tell me to move on, you arrogant insensitive piece of shit.” “Look, you can choose to keep ranting all you want but that isn't going to help us in any way right now. Just trust me, Mia. I swear I'm a changed man”She scoffed, “You're definitely a changed man. You changed in the worst way possible and I'd be a fool to just trust you again. Now you’re back talking about love and marriage? I craved these things from you years ago, but what did you do? You disappeared!”“You're making it seem
Mia’s POVHe couldn’t even give me a little time to think about all of this. To figure out how to introduce him into my daughter's life.I thought he was being dramatic or trying to emotionally blackmail me when he said he'd bring his lawyer but he was dead serious about it.I told him it wouldn't be fair for my lawyer to be absent and he only said fine and asked for his details. The next thing I knew, he flew both our lawyers here on his private jet first thing in the morning.First-class manipulation dressed up as efficiency. That was Dylan Scott for you. Always the strategist. Always five steps ahead. Always making decisions for both of us even when I'm supposed to be the one in charge.He rented out a huge conference room, which was so unnecessary because it's just four of us, but I didn’t bother to suggest a smaller, less expensive meeting place. It's his own money to waste after all.He sat at the head of the table like a CEO ready to close a billion-dollar deal, but this wasn’t
Dylan's POV “Her daughter?” I managed to ask after a brief silence, I couldn’t believe my ears. There's no way I have a daughter I don't know about. My eyes shot to Mia.“Mia, I'm going to ask you as calmly as I can right now. What is your brother talking about?”She stared at me with wide eyes and confusion on her face while she held her chest like her heart was beating so fast it hurt but I couldn’t care about that at the moment. “Mia.” I stepped toward her, trying to remain calm. “I don’t want to beg you to speak up so fucking say something before I finally lose it.”She looked towards Amah, who shook her head sadly with pity in her eyes, and I could see Mia was still hesitating, but I didn't have the time for that. I need to know what's going on. I walked closer to her so our faces were inches apart.She glanced at her brother, probably for help, before looking at me, “Dylan, please, I can't…” She looked down at her feet.“You can’t what, Mia? Look, I don't have the time for you