Dylan’s POVThe air was crisp, golden with the warmth of the sun, and laced with the peace and laughter. Truth was in the driveway, steadying herself on her bike, her helmet slightly off. Every time she lost balance or fell down, she’d push herself up again without complaint.“She’s a determined one, isn't she?” Mia’s dad said beside me, his voice filled with pride and admiration.“I know. She gets it from her mom,” I replied, unable to stop the smile tugging at my mouth.He chuckled, his arms crossed casually over his chest as we both stood by the porch steps. “Maybe. But that fight in her? That’s got some of you in it too.”I didn’t know what to say to that. For a long moment, I watched my daughter try again with her brows furrowed. If we let her, she'd be throwing curse words left, right and center. Just like me indeed. My throat tightened.“She shouldn't be like me. I don't even deserve the love she's slowly giving me now. I messed up and I missed everything,” I finally said. “He
Mia’s POVThe day had finally come.The one I’d been dreading and quietly longing for since we returned home.It was the day my entire family was coming over. Not for a holiday or a birthday. But for a…reunion. Something like a fresh start. And Dylan had been the one to plan it all. I didn’t think he'd actually invite all of them over.We’d been living here for days now. Days that somehow melted into comfort and familiarity. The walls didn’t echo because of awkward silence anymore. The air wasn’t filled with tension. Truth laughed more freely, and at night, I sometimes caught myself smiling for no reason.It was terrifying… how easy it was to fall back into this life with Dylan. But it was also wonderful.I glanced around the living room, the floral arrangements, the catered trays being set, the faint scent of pasta wafting in from the kitchen. Dylan had spared no effort. He even remembered my mom’s favourite dessert and my dad’s strange obsession with iced tea.He wanted this to be p
Dylan’s POVThe photo album sat on the coffee table like it held memories. Quiet ones, fun ones and fragile ones. Ones I didn’t know anything about.Mia didn’t say anything else after she dropped it there but I smiled at her a bit to show my gratitude. I know I missed a lot but I could probably live some moments through this.She sat down gently beside Truth, her fingers brushing absently through our daughter’s curls. I hadn’t realized how much I now love the sound and sight of them together. Soft laughter. Warm teasing. The ease. I don't want this to end, ever.“Okay,” Truth said with a dramatic sigh. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it all the way. But I’m hiding the bath pictures.”Mia laughed. “Absolutely not.”I sat forward, flipping the album open.The first photo hit me in the chest like a punch. Truth as a baby. She looked maybe a few days old, pink and sleepy in a blue blanket. Her eyes were half-open, mouth slightly parted, and her little hand was gripping Mia’s finger. Mia
Mia’s POVAfter the interview last week, things changed for us. But not in a dramatic, or bad way. Things started to change slowly but surely, like we were reluctant to make the change we needed to happen or too scared to let things be different at all.We started by doing things we hadn’t done happily together in years. They were simple things, but really meaningful. They made me feel so happy and I could tell Truth and Dylan felt the same way.We ate meals together, not just out of routine, but intentionally. Conversations flowed more easily, silences felt less strained if there were any at all, and Truth soaked it all in with wide eyes, curious and quietly thrilled that her parents weren’t just coexisting anymore. Things were less awkward between us too.We started taking her to places from our past. Dylan suggested it, like he wanted to show her who we were before life got messy. Honestly I didn't think it was a good idea but seeing how excited Truth was, I just had to give in.W
Mia’s POVFrom the other room I was supposed to be working from, I sat on the edge of the chair, eyes locked on the television screen. I felt like crying but I didn’t have the strength for that.The interview was still playing.“So as you read in the article a few weeks ago, I was an abused foster kid and I was also bullied by my classmates and my neighbours,” Dylan said, his voice steady. “But Her family… they found me, accepted me as theirs and took me in. They still mean a whole to me. Especially her brother. He was the one who stood up to the guys bullying me and then he taught me how to fight. We were literally inseparable then. If it wasn’t for him, I probably would've been dead a long time ago and I would've never met the beautiful woman I love till today. I have a lot of regrets but my greatest regret is leaving her side because I was too scared.”My heart clenched and the tears finally started flowing. But he wasn’t finished.“I missed her so much I needed therapy, but I sto
Going PublicDylan’s POVThe day had finally come. Scott Incorporated was going public. The main event that brought us together again.Strange enough, I didn’t feel the usual nerves. Maybe it was because for the first time in a long time, something more important than money had taken root in my life. My daughter.CNN Business, Channel 34, Arise News…they were all here, their crews setting up lights and cameras in my office. Mia said if the world was going to know the man behind the suits, this was the moment. I guess she was right.She’d kept her distance over the past few days. Understandably. After everything I shared, I knew she needed space. Still, it didn’t stop the ache I felt whenever she wasn’t around.Luckily, Truth had filled in those empty spaces.She was sunlight on a rainy day. So, so bright, unexpected, and impossible to ignore. We talked for hours now every day. She told me stories about her childhood, her dreams, her obsession with sneakers and dance. I had no idea she
Mia's POV About thirty-five minutes later, we pulled through the towering massive gates of Dylan’s home, and my breath caught in my throat.Calling it a house or even a mansion, would’ve been an insult.This was a world of its own, tucked behind thick layers of privacy, elegance, and quiet power. The winding driveway alone looked like it belonged in a movie: flanked by sculpted hedges, manicured flower beds bursting with colour, and trees so perfectly placed they had to be part of the blueprint. Everything whispered wealth, but it didn’t scream. It didn’t need to.The car glided to a stop in front of a sprawling courtyard paved with smooth stone and lined with garden lanterns. To the left, an open garage port stretched wide, and sleek luxury vehicles parked like prized ornaments. But it was the house that stole the moment.Modern and majestic, it rose in soft cream stone, kissed with black steel and sparkling glass. Massive columns framed the front, with ivy crawling up the side like
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