LOGIN~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~I am as calm as a lion monitoring its prey, such that I can hear the ticking of the large clock on the wall, and every second feels like a drop of water falling on my head.I am staring at the receptionist, my eyes burning. I am waiting for the number that will change my life. I am actually waiting for her to say five years old.The receptionist looks at the report on the computer screen, her eyes moving back and forth across the screen. Then she looks up at me. She looks nervous but she doesn't look like she is lying.She mutters, her voice barely a whisper. “Mason… he is seven years old, Mr. King.”I feel like the floor has been pulled from under me. Not only that, I feel like I am drunk with strong wine as I stumble back a step, my hand searching for the edge of the desk to keep me from falling.“Seven?” I whisper Mason's age to myself again in confusion Seven. The number echoes in my head like a bell. I start to do the math, my brain working like a machine
~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~My lungs are burning. I am running through the hospital hallways like a madman, my heart thumping against my chest. I had rushed to my mother's room, my mind filled with the image of her dying, only to find her sitting up and drinking tea.The doctor and the nurses I met there looked at me like I was crazy. They told me her health was actually getting better, not worse.Meanwhile, the nurse that came to call me had made excuses as she was summoned by another nurse. So she left me before I got to my mother's room. I rushed back to Mason's room the second I realized what had happened. I am moving so fast that I almost knock over a cleaning trolley. Oh gosh! My mind is a storm of thoughts.The nurse lied. I frown in confusion, my eyebrows knitting together. Why on earth would the nurse ever tell such a lie? Why would she look me in the eye and tell me my mother was dying when she wasn't? It doesn't make any sense. Nurses don't just make up heart attacks for fun.
~ DAISY'S POV ~I stand there with a half-packed bag in my hand, staring at my daughter. I froze, and tears clouded her eyes watching Maddie's pained expression. My heart is breaking into a million pieces. She looks so hurt, so betrayed, as if I am the villain in her fairy tale. She is standing there with her chin wobbling, waiting for the man who just walked out that door.“He's coming back, Mummy,” she sobbed, her voice small and trembling. “He promised. Heroes don't tell lies.”I look at her and I feel a wave of dizziness, but I cannot help but recount the truth that she doesn't know.My mind flashes back to that night five years ago. I remember the coldness in Sebastian's eyes. I remember the way he looked at me like I was trash he could just dispose of.I remember the words he uttered that day. ‘Abort it, Daisy. I don't want it. What you're carrying is a mistake.’He didn't care about their heartbeats. He didn't care about the life growing inside me. To him, my unborn children
~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~I jump from where I sit with the twins.The plastic chair screeches against the floor, creating a sharp sound that resonates with the panic in my chest.Shock is riding my senses, making my vision blur for a second. My mother… her heart. The nurse's words are like a siren blaring in my ears, telling me that I am about to lose the woman who gave me everything.I move toward the door, my legs feeling heavy. My hand touches the cold metal handle but then I pause. A sudden, sharp pain pulls at my heart. I turn my head, my gaze falling back on the hospital bed. I look at Mason, who is still connected to those buzzing machines.I look at Maddie, who is standing by his side, her small hand clutching the bed rail. I don't want to leave them.I have only just found them. For five years, I've been living in a world that is empty. I've been living with a hole in my soul that I thought could never be filled. And now, in the span of thirty minutes, I have found my color aga
~ SEBASTIAN’S POV ~I feel anxious as Maddie pulls in my hand, leading me toward the door at the end of the corridor. My palms are sweating and my heart is hammering against my ribs that I feel a sting there. I don't know what I am going to find behind that door, but the fear is making my knees weak.I keep thinking about what Maddie said… he looks exactly like you.Is it true? Or is it just the imagination of a little girl who wants a father? I want it to be a mistake. I want to find a boy who looks like Damien or a boy who looks like a stranger. Because if he looks like me, I am the bad guy. I am the man who tried to kill his own flesh and blood before they had a chance to live.Maddie reaches the door of the room. She stands on her tiptoes and pushes the handle down. The door swings open slowly, letting out a small squeak that sounds like a scream.But the moment we open the door, I am shocked to see the room empty.I scan the small space quickly but there is no sign of Maddie's
~ SEBASTIAN’S POV ~It's another bright day but my head is burning.I haven't slept well since last night. Every time I close my eyes, I see that little girl's face. I see those eyes that belong to a woman I hated and start loving again.I pull into the hospital parking lot for the second day in a row, my chest feeling tight. I came here yesterday because my mother has fallen ill now too. The stress of the Old Madam's condition was too much for her heart to take and she collapsed last night.I should be focused entirely on them and I should be worried about the Davenport legacy and the doctor's report.But as I walk through the sliding glass doors, my eyes aren't looking for a doctor. I am actually scanning the lobby, searching the rows of plastic chairs.I want to see her. I need to see Maddie again.I tell myself it's because I'm worried about her brother and probably because I want to make sure she's safe after the accident. But deep down, I know it's more than that. There is a pul
~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~My heart is pounding so fast and all I can see is that fucking gun pressed against Daisy's head. I feel so helpless.And I fucking hate it.My chest is tight and my vision is blurry at the edges. My throat is dry and I also feel like someone has their hands squeezing around my
~ DAISY’S POV ~“Do you agree to my deal, Daisy?”I fucking hate myself right now.Her question rings in my mind again and again as I glare at her, my eyes still watching that smug expression on her face.I want to scream.I want to throw my wine in her face.I want to tell her to go rot in hell.B
~ DAISY’S POV ~Shit.For a moment, everything around me disappears.I can’t breathe.I can’t think.I can’t do anything else aside from staring at that damning video playing on repeat on her tablet screen.It is me. Clear as day. Handing James that envelope of cash.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I feel like I
~ Daisy’s POV ~Perfect.After a few minutes of uploading the video, I decide to make myself some breakfast before checking the post again. I go downstairs to the kitchen and prepare just a few slices of toasted bread and scrambled eggs. Done, I quickly enjoy the meal before washing the dishes and







