My Doe Eyed Princess: the CEO's enstranged daughter

Emily was excited. She had just written her final exams and she was, well unofficially, a college graduate. It had been four years of predictable day to day activities. She wasn't your regular college goer who partied out every night like their lives depended on it. There were days that she would go all out wilding, but those days were rare and far apart. She loved it that way, she needed those good grades if she wanted to be a successful, strong and independent woman. Her family background didn't give her any of that on a platter of gold, which is why, with a scholarship at Cal U, she knew there was no way she was losing her focus to frequent frivolities.It all finally paid off, she was about to graduate with a seemingly perfect G.P.A and she wanted to celebrate it. Her friend, Mia had taken her out with her to one of the most elite clubs in the state and by elite she knew she would come across Hollywood A-listers, billionaire heirs/ CEOs, Super models, world class Athletes and the

Aiden remembered the first time he had set his eyes on Emily, it was that night at the club, a day after he had been forced to attend Joan’s strange birthday party. He had woken up in Joan’s bed feeling off and very out of place. He had gone to the club right from work, because he needed a distraction and he found one, in the person of Emily. He couldn’t take his eyes off her from the moment she got on the dance-floor and began to move her body like she alone existed in the world and every other person was just furniture.He was hooked from watching her dance that he knew without a doubt that he wanted her in his bed that night and he was going to make it happen. He watched as she went back to her booth, her hips swaying gorgeously as she walked, she was still in the mood to dance. He watched as she wiped the sweat off her face as he approached her and made himself comfortable sitting opposite her.“Where have you been my entire life?” He asked her with a s

Emily's hands trembled as she clutched her phone, staring at the message from Aiden. For days, she had focused on settling Zephyr back into their routine, trying to forget the unsettling encounter at the airport. Yet, this simple, four-word message unraveled all the composure she had painstakingly built. We need to talk. Blunt. Uncompromising. No hint of his intentions. Emily's mind spun with questions. Why now? Was he finally acknowledging Zephyr as his daughter? Did he want to make amends? Or was this just another attempt to throw money at a problem he didn't want to face? A part of her wanted to ignore the message, to delete it and pretend it never existed. She had built a life without Aiden Baker, and she and Zephyr were doing just fine. But another part of her—the one that still remembered the warmth of his touch, the rare moments of vulnerability he had shown—hesitated. Something about this felt different. Maybe it was the tone, or maybe it was the fact that, for the firs