INICIAR SESIÓNHe wanted to defend himself. But looking at her steady, cold gaze, he realized she was right. Five years ago, he had been blind. He had been so focused on fighting his father-in-law and securing his power as CEO that he hadn't noticed the quiet, burning pain of the woman sleeping in his bed."So why did you stay today?" Lucas asked, his voice raw and broken. "When the car stopped at the gate... you could have told the driver to keep going. You could have demanded to go to a hotel. Why did you walk through those doors?"Naomi looked at the closed door of the bedroom where Leo was playing."Because I am tired of running," Naomi said softly. Her inner thoughts were clear, human, and grounded. She was tired of moving from flat to flat in London. She was tired of looking over her shoulder every time she walked down a street. She knew that Victor Ashford and his shadow games would follow her anywhere on earth until this war was finished. The only way to protect her son’s future was to stan
There was a long, heavy silence on the phone. Victor was breathing heavily. "Listen to me, Valentina," Victor said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low whisper. "Do not panic. If you panic, you lose.""Lose?!" Valentina almost screamed, covering her mouth quickly to muffle her voice. "I have already lost! If Lucas publicly claims that boy, the board of directors will push us out! The merger will fall apart! My reputation will be destroyed!""The boy is nothing without the mother," Victor said coldly. "And Lucas cannot protect them inside that house if we play our cards right. Stay calm. Do not do anything stupid. I am calling our legal team now. We will find a way to drag her name through the mud before the week is over.""No, Father," Valentina whispered, her eyes narrowing into cold slits as she looked down the dark hallway toward the East Wing. "Legal teams move too slowly. If they stay in this house... I will make sure they regret ever stepping foot through that door."She hung
Old Lady Evelyn’s sobs echoed against the white marble walls of the grand hall. She was still on her knees, her frail, thin arms gently encircling five-year-old Leo. Her hands shook like dry leaves in a winter wind. For five long years, she had carried the heavy burden of her past cruelty. She had lied to herself, telling her heart that she had acted to protect the Ashford name. But looking at this little boy—looking at his soft brown eyes, his small nose, and the gentle way he held out his toy horse to comfort her—all her proud defenses crumbled into dust."My sweet boy," Evelyn whispered, her voice cracking as tears ran down the deep lines on her face. "My grandson..."Leo didn't pull away. He didn't know about the old fights. He didn't know about the contracts, the fake smiles, or the cruel letters from five years ago. To his innocent heart, this was just an old, sad lady in a wheelchair who needed a friend. He patted her thin shoulder with his free hand."Don't cry, Grandma," Leo
"I've got you! I've got you!" Lucas growled, holding them tight against his chest as the car stabilized and sped away from the accident scene.Leo let out a small cry, startled by the loud noise, but Naomi was completely frozen. She was pressed against Lucas’s chest, feeling the frantic, powerful beating of his heart. His arms wrapped around her were shaking—not out of fear for himself, but out of absolute terror that something might happen to her and their son.After a few heart-stopping miles, the driver reported, "We are clear, sir. The backup team has secured the scene. The driver of the truck fled on foot."Lucas slowly pulled back, his breathing heavy. His eyes immediately checked Leo. "Leo, buddy, are you okay? Are you hurt?"Leo blinked away his tears, shaking his head. "I... I'm okay. Mr. Lucas held me tight."Lucas then turned to Naomi, his hands gently framing her face. "Naomi? Are you hurt? Talk to me."Naomi looked into his eyes, seeing the raw, terrifying fear in them. T
The roar of the airplane engines vibrated through the cabin as the flight descended through the thick morning clouds over Ashford City.Leo was glued to the window, his wide eyes reflecting the sprawling skyline below. In his small hands, he held Captain tightly against the glass."Look, Mommy! Look at the tiny cars!" Leo squealed, his small shoes kicking against the front of his seat. "Are we going to see Mr. Lucas now? Did he bring the telescope?"Naomi sat beside him, her fingers tightly intertwined in her lap. She offered a soft, reassuring smile to her son, but inside, her stomach was tied in knots.Five years. It had been five whole years since she stepped foot in this city.She remembered leaving on a cold rainy morning with a tiny suitcase, a broken heart, and a secret growing inside her. Back then, she was just an invisible contract wife whose time had run out. She had been tossed aside, ignored by Lucas, and humiliated by his family.Now, she was returning. Not as a desperat
"You will regret this, Lucas," she hissed through gritted teeth, turning on her heel and stomping out of the room.As the door slammed shut, Lucas let out a weary breath and sat on the edge of his bed. He rubbed his temples.Was Valentina behind that text message? Or was it her father, Victor?Over the past few months, Lucas's private investigators had uncovered quiet, suspicious movements in the company’s offshore accounts. Victor and Valentina were secretly funneling money out of the Ashford Corporation, planning to ruin the company from the inside and frame Lucas for financial corruption. They thought he was too distracted to notice.If Victor or Valentina touch a single hair on Naomi or Leo's head... Lucas thought, his jaw tightening, I will destroy them both.Down the long, luxurious hallway of the grand manor, in a quiet wing distant from the noise, lay the master bedroom of Old Lady Evelyn—Lucas’s mother.The once proud, strict, and arrogant woman now looked frail and thin. She







