Chapter Title: Always YoursGreece, Six Months LaterThe sound of the Aegean Sea lapped gently against the shoreline, the rhythmic waves matching the calm pulse of paradise. In their private villa, tucked into the cliffside of Santorini, life was no longer a race—it was a reward.Inside the sun-drenched living room, Helena Declan—six months old and already camera-friendly—was nestled in a throne-like bassinet with gold trim. Her cheeks were the softest shade of rose, her eyes a stormy blue that mirrored her father’s, and her curls already refused to be tamed.Harry Declan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, shirtless, holding a crystal glass of fresh juice. No longer in a suit. No longer commanding boardrooms. And never happier.Behind him, Mia Declan walked in wearing a sleeveless white jumpsuit, hair swept up in an elegant twist, iPad in one hand, the other reaching for his.“It’s time,” she said softly, eyes locked with his.Harry glanced at their daughter, who was happi
Viral Interview“So, Helena... you’re only eight years old, but you’ve already been called the youngest billionaire in the world. What’s your secret?”Helena Declan tilted her head, eyes sparkling beneath thick lashes that were unmistakably her mother’s. Her long, dark curls framed a face too poised for someone her age. In her pastel blazer and mini heels, she didn’t look like a kid. She looked like a storm dressed for brunch.The live interview streamed to millions worldwide. What started as a routine “kid business prodigy” feature on a family talk show quickly exploded into trending territory. Not just because Helena was brilliant.But because she was Helena Declan—daughter of two of the most powerful people in the world.She smiled sweetly.“My secret?” she repeated, leaning into the mic. “I was born loved, raised bold, and taught never to wait for permission.”The studio audience gasped.The world went wild.A Day Earlier – In GreeceMia watched the interview replay on her phone,
Chapter 14: Our Little EmpireThe first cry came just before dawn, echoing through the sun-kissed villa nestled in the hills of Santorini their haven.Helena Declan entered the world wrapped in a silk blanket of love, power, and the fierce devotion of two people who had clawed through storms and shadows just to hold her.Mia never thought the sound of a baby’s wail could make her cry harder than childbirth itself. But the moment Helena was laid on her chest, blinking up with eyes that already held galaxies, something inside her unraveled. She was no longer just the CEO of Declan Corp. She was a mother. She was Helena’s everything.And Harry—her Harry—stood there shirtless, soaked in sweat and tears, trembling as if he had just been born. His hand trembled when he first touched his daughter’s hair, whispering, “She’s got your fire... and my madness.”From that day forward, life bloomed into something even money couldn’t buy—legacy.---Year 1: Daddy’s GirlHarry wasn’t just present. He
Five Years Later“Helena Declan, why do you want to attend our school?”The little girl sitting across from the interview panel tilted her head, blinking once with the full composure of someone twice her age. Her long black curls bounced as she adjusted her pink blazer, custom-made with her name embroidered in gold thread.The room waited.The camera, rolling.The panel a group of seasoned educators at the prestigious Bellgrove Academy for Gifted Youth — sat forward, expecting the usual six-year-old responses. But Helena just smiled.“I don’t need to attend your school,” she began, voice clear and articulate. “But I want to. Because I like the idea of waking up to challenges. Of sitting next to kids who don’t just want to be astronauts and presidents, but are already coding apps and building rockets in their garages.”A pause. Wide eyes. Jaw drops.She continued, “I want a place that feels too big for me now because that means I’ll grow into it.”Then came the final line that would
8 years later – Private Declan Villa, Capri Island, Italy.MIAThe morning sun kissed the cerulean waves, sending golden flecks across the marble floors of our private villa. I stood at the terrace, silk robe swaying in the breeze, watching our daughter our firecracker command the staff like a pint-sized queen.“Papa said no crust,” she told the chef, hands on her hips. “And I want my strawberries arranged in the shape of a dollar sign.”I grinned.That’s my girl.Ariella Rose Declan.Eight years old.Multilingual, wildly fashionable, frighteningly brilliant and currently the youngest billionaire in the world, thanks to the 38% shares Harry signed to her name when she turned six. Forbes called her “the storm in a tutu.” We just called her ours.“She’s terrifying,” Harry murmured behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He was shirtless, freshly showered, still the Greek god I’d fallen in love with. “And I love it.”I smirked. “That’s your daughter. The alpha energy? All you, Mr.
Six months later, Greece. A beachside villa. A love story that refused to burn out… now blazing brighter than ever.The sun spilled gold over the horizon, casting long shadows on the white marble of their Grecian villa. Waves lapped gently against the private shore below as seagulls called into the morning sky. It was paradise, not because of the location but because she was here. With him. With their child. With everything they’d built.Mia stood barefoot on the balcony, her silk robe fluttering around her thighs, clutching a crystal glass of mango juice as she gazed over the Aegean. Her body had changed softer in some places, fuller in others but Harry thought she looked like a goddess every single day. More than desire... he burned with devotion.Inside, Harry was humming a lullaby. Shirtless, golden tan, barefoot in linen pants he rocked their daughter in his arms. Declan Helena Williams, six months old and already the youngest shareholder in Declan Corp."Someone’s wide awake ear