LOGIN"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
The single sentence stared back at Lucas from the glowing screen of his phone, cold and menacing."Stay away from Naomi and the boy... or this time, you will lose them forever."The warm, gentle feeling that had filled his heart just moments ago turned into ice. His thumbs hovered over the screen. Who sent this? Was it a threat from a rival business competitor trying to shake him? Or was it someone closer—someone who knew about Naomi’s return and the existence of little Leo?He immediately dialed the unknown number, but as he expected, an automated voice informed him that the line had been disconnected. It was a burner phone.Lucas stood by his hotel window until the early hours of the morning. He barely slept an hour. Five years ago, his own coldness and negligence had driven Naomi away. He hadn't protected her then. But now? He would burn the world down before letting anyone harm her or his son.The next morning on the other side of London, the sun barely had time to clear the horiz
Naomi felt something shift deep inside her chest. For months, she had built a thick brick wall around her heart to protect herself from being hurt again. But hearing his quiet, selfless words, she felt another small brick loosen and fall away, letting a sliver of warmth reach the cold places inside her."Thank you," she said, her voice softer now.Lucas slowly walked back to the edge of his bed and sat down. He genuinely felt that if he stayed standing any longer, his legs might give out from the sheer weight of relief."When would you like to come over?" he asked, trying to sound organized and calm.Naomi thought about her schedule. "The art exhibition is the day after tomorrow," she reasoned. "So maybe... the day after that?"Lucas couldn't contain the happiness in his voice. "That sounds perfect. I'll drive over and pick both of you up in the morning."Naomi caught herself hesitating. Getting into his car, letting him drive them—it felt a little too intimate, a little too much like
Her mind drifted back to the conversation she had with her son earlier that afternoon. Leo had looked up at her with those big, honest eyes and said something that had cut right to her heart: A big house can still be lonely.He was so young, yet he noticed things adults tried so hard to hide. She had spent so much time trying to protect herself, building walls so high that no one could hurt her again. But in doing so, had she made their world too small?Then she remembered what Martha had told her over a cup of tea, when Naomi had confessed how confused and terrified she felt about the future. You don't have to figure out the rest of your life today, Naomi, Martha had said softly. You only have to decide your very next step.Just one step. Not a lifetime commitment. Not a promise that everything was fixed. Just one small, brave step into the unknown.Naomi squeezed the phone a little tighter in her hand. "I've been thinking," she admitted.Lucas didn't interrupt. He stayed quiet, bare
The paperwork on the desk was dry, full of corporate numbers and figures that had ceased to hold any real meaning to Lucas hours ago. His executive assistant had left the file on his desk right before leaving the office for the evening, urging him to review the quarterly projections. But Lucas’s mind was somewhere else entirely. It had been somewhere else for weeks.When his phone started to vibrate against the heavy oak wood of the desk, the low hum cut through the quiet room. He did not bother to check the caller ID. Very few people had his personal cell number, and those who did usually called only when work demanded immediate action.He picked it up, leaning back against his chair, and pressed the phone to his ear."Hello?"Silence met him on the other end.Lucas frowned, pulling the phone back slightly. Usually, a call would open with the brisk voice of a business associate or an impatient client. "Hello?" he repeated, his tone carrying a mild edge of confusion.When he finally b
The next morning, the apartment was full of laughter.Leo sat on the living room floor, building a castle with colorful blocks.Captain stood proudly beside the castle."Mama!" Leo called.Naomi looked up from her sketchbook."Yes?""Do you think Captain likes his new house?"Naomi smiled."I think he loves it."Leo laughed."Good. He was getting tired of sleeping on my bed."Martha walked into the room carrying a basket of clean clothes."I think Captain is the luckiest horse in London."Leo nodded seriously."He is."The three of them laughed together.It was a simple morning, but Naomi treasured moments like this.They reminded her that happiness did not always have to be big.Sometimes it was found in quiet mornings with the people you loved.---After breakfast, Naomi took Leo to school.Before he entered the classroom, he turned back."Mama?""Yes?""Will Batman call today?"Naomi smiled."I'm not sure.""He has work to do."Leo nodded."He always works hard."Then he looked dow







