LOGINBeatrice POVMia looked at me then turned to Chris, who was trying to coax her into talking. We'd agreed not to reveal the truth, but he'd broken his promise. I wanted to get angry, but then Mia would ask me lots of questions. "Bea, should we start packing all this stuff? We probably won't be done until morning." Cindy asked me. I sighed heavily. I couldn't deny the facts before Mia's eyes any longer. She wanted a father, and now he was right in front of her. I grabbed my suitcase and went into the room with Cindy. She told me that Mia had begun to want to learn about her father's family history. She never knew Chris was her father because the internet could corrupt the information I gave her. "Let them get to know each other. Mia's no longer an ignorant baby. Your daughter is very critical in figuring out what's good for her. And you've always covered it up. You thought she'd stop, but she hasn't. She's actually trying to find out who her father is and where her family is."Taking
Chris PovI called my father to negotiate a divorce between him and Beatrice. At first, he was still angry because he thought a dead woman wouldn't need a divorce anymore. But I reasoned, "She has a young daughter. She needs proof that her mother was divorced when she died giving birth to her. She needs to get her rights to the farmland that my father stole with the help of Beatrice's friend." "How dare you talk to me like that, Chris! I bought that land from Deasy, who betrayed her friend. If you want to file, it's against Daisy, not me. If that's my daughter then she should be with me. Bring her here" "Oh yes, but you're involved because I have a recording of Daisy saying that you persuaded her and explained it was in exchange for buying Beatrice a yacht.""Damn woman, how dare she slander me! She still denied her wrongdoing."My father never admitted his mistakes. He always thought he was the only one in the world, and his unreasonable actions were often seen as punishment for th
Beatrice POVI asked Chris to pack all the items ready for shipment and put them in the plane's hold. There was no address on the suitcase or some of the boxes. I didn't want him to visit us, knowing where Mia and I lived. It was hard to dissuade Chris. My neck tensed, but he persisted in wanting to help me. He felt like he was inconveniencing me, the one who gave birth to his daughter. I hadn't even mentioned the difficult pregnancy or anything else. He left after breakfast without negotiating, demanding a great deal. I'd catch up with him after Pamela, and we were done with our business. "Hi Bea, I brought the man who's going to buy your house," Pamela called from the bottom of the stairs. The cafe was already open, and the staff had arrived. I was still upstairs tidying up and checking to see if anything was missing. Pamela arrived with a man. He was tall and well-built, and friendly. "I like the place and the youthful cafe concept," he said, looking around. "My daughter desi
Chris PovHolding her tightly without worrying about anyone seeing has been my long-cherished wish. When would I have time to be together intensely? The love that grew unintentionally turned out to have a profound, dramatic impact on my life. I was so happy to see her sleeping soundly beside me without having to have sex with her. Love isn't about the pleasure of sex. I just realized that the pleasure of the love I felt with her wasn't about the wet, resonant moans. Rather, love grew from intense arguments, where the peak of emotions was shattered. I wanted to reassure her to stay by my side. I wanted her to believe the sincerity of the love I held in my heart. I wanted her not to think badly of me. I wanted her to depend on me for her life. "Good morning, honey," I said. She smiled, and I kissed her forehead and lips. I was in a pleasant mood today. Just because I could melt her heart so she would accept me again. To be able to fall asleep while holding her for a long time. "What
Beatrice POVI never expected to meet him again and argue like this. Christopher never thinks about cause and effect. He only thinks about what's on the surface. I'm happy being Oscar's mistress without even figuring out why I want to! "It's late, I'm too lazy to argue with you, go home." I was about to go into the room when he grabbed my arm roughly. "You love him, huh? You look happy in that photo. Or is it because of his money, while I never gave you the money or expensive gifts he gave you, so you reciprocated his love and gave him your body?" I slapped him hard, making his face turn away. I hated being perceived as a woman driven by greed for money. He'd always accused me of that from the start. "I didn't—" He cupped my face and kissed my lips forcefully. I pushed him away and hit his chest repeatedly, but he wouldn't let go of my lips. Until my hands were weak and I couldn't hit him anymore. "Hit me harder if that will soothe your heartache." "I hate you! Get out of my lif
Chris POV"We've given Beatrice's child to someone who wants to adopt her. But now the couple has moved abroad." "Why are you so presumptuous to give the child to someone else when she still has one parent who will support her?" "I'm sorry, sir. Beatrice said that her husband is not a good person and the child will definitely be abandoned. She asked us to give her child to someone who truly loves children." "Stupid!!" My father was furious at Cindy's husband's lies. Before coming here, I called Cindy so she could get her husband to cooperate. My father is a curious person and must be brought to the scene as concrete evidence. Now he's running out of ways. I also called Oscar after a long argument. "I asked your mother not to tell my aunt about Beatrice's child because I'm not sure they can take care of her." "Actually, you're the one taking care of her, because even though you're not her biological father, you're her oldest brother." "You idiot, that's my child bro! But I can't







