LOGINShe pulled back slightly, her hands still resting on my arms.“How have you been, my boy?” she asked, with a softness only a mother could manage.I couldn't answer. I simply watched her.She was still beautiful, her hair framing her face perfectly despite the silk bathrobe she wore. But time had left its marks. A few strands of grey showed through her hair, and when I looked into her eyes, I noticed something I hadn't expected.She was getting older.“Mom,” I murmured.Her expression softened further.“How have you been, Lorenz? I heard whispers that your business suffered huge losses recently, but you never called.” She brushed a hand over my arm. “I tried calling you a thousand times, but I couldn't reach you anymore.”“It was nothing, Mom.”She scoffed. “Your brother assured me during his last visit that everything was under control, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was as if you had stopped existing.”Her voice faltered. I couldn't find a single
“I'm not scared, Rynna. It's a little complicated,” I told her.She studied my face for a moment before nodding. “Don't worry, Daddy. I'll make sure I don't see anything.”A quiet laugh escaped me. I tapped her cheek gratefully before stepping out of the car. Then I walked around and opened her door.She slipped her fingers into mine as soon as she climbed out, and we headed towards the building.A few men approached us from the entrance. Rynna watched them closely before looking up at me.“Daddy, are those your men?”“Hmm.”“Is this your building too?”“Yes.” I smiled down at her.Her mouth fell open slightly. “Daddy, you're a rich man!”I laughed at her choice of words. “And that makes you a rich kid.”She giggled, apparently pleased with that discovery, and we continued inside.The reception was as polished as I remembered it, with marble floors, warm lighting, and fresh flowers arranged beneath the chandelier. The staff moved about quietly, their professionalism undisturbed by the
By late afternoon, we were both tired, though Rynna would never have admitted it.We had spent the day eating, exploring, taking pictures, and riding anything she was tall enough to ride. She had laughed so much that her voice had grown a little hoarse, yet she still had enough energy to ask whether we could visit another place.And when I finally asked her where she wanted to go next, she thought about it for a moment, then she shook her head. "Nowhere."I looked at her through the rearview mirror as I drove away from the park. "Nowhere?"She nodded, settling into her seat. "I've had enough.""Are you sure? I thought you wanted to conquer the world."I did." She paused, then smiled to herself. "This is the best day of my life. I don't need anything else."My hands tightened slightly around the steering wheel. The best day of her life....she said it so casually, without knowing what those words did to me.I had spent years believing that giving someone the world meant having enough mo
I chose a decent restaurant with a quiet atmosphere, somewhere we could sit comfortably without rushing through our meal. Rynna studied the menu with the seriousness of a woman making a life-changing decision. "What do you want to eat?" I asked. She pointed at one of the options. "That." I leaned closer to read it. "Pancakes?" "And eggs." "Anything else?" She looked up at me. "Can I have juice?" "Of course." "And bacon?" I raised an eyebrow. "You're quite hungry this morning." She nods slowly, "I need energy for everything we're going to do today!" I couldn't help laughing. "All right, little fire. We'll get you enough energy to conquer the world." While we waited for our food, I took a moment to admire her. She wore a pretty lilac dress with a soft, flared skirt that rested just above her knees. Tiny white flowers decorated the fabric, and a delicate ribbon sat at her waist. Her shoes were white, with little straps across the top, and her hair had been parted neatly down the
Marco quickly grabbed a pillow and threw it at me, I didn't dodge, the pillow hit my chest and dropped to the floor. I smiled at him, "Violent." "You deserved it." I chuckled before bending to pick up the pillow. "But then why didn't you tell me about Rynna?" Marco's expression became more serious. "I only confronted Camila about her after everything with Gabe." "So you_" "I didn't think it was my place." he shrugged, "I was already hurting, and Rynna was part of Camila's personal life. I didn't think I had the right to start asking questions." I nodded slowly, "So you initially thought Rynna was Camila's daughter?" "I did." Than made me laughed, "Seriously?" "She looks like Camila." He shrugged again "If you look closely, you can see it." I smiled. "She also copies some of your traits."he added. "Some of your expressions. The way she looks at people when she's annoyed." I laughed under my breath, "That's definitely my daughter." Marco smiled "Yeah." My phone suddenly buzze
He nods gently. "We're forever in this, boss." then he straightened slightly, his voice carrying the kind of certainty that didn't need a second explanation.I looked at him for a moment before turning toward the table. I poured myself another drink, letting the silence settle between us, the tension in the room had finally begun to fade."There's something you still don't know about me," I said.Marco glanced at me, "I know you're from a wealthy family.""That's the easy part." I took a sip. "You know I left home and built everything from scratch. You probably assumed it was because I wanted to prove I could.""Wasn't that the reason?"I shook my head, "Not exactly." Marco's eyes narrowed as I leaned against the table. "I was bullied for years." His expression changed. "Being a wealthy heir didn't make me immune to anything. If anything, it made me an easier target." I stared at the drink in my hand."They found every insecurity I had and used it against me. For years, I took it." M
I didn’t go straight home.I asked the taxi to circle town first. Left. Right. Long turns. Dead streets. Busy ones. I needed to be sure Mason and his men hadn’t decided to grow curious. By the time the car finally stopped in front of the house, my chest was already tight.I stared at the gate.For
Nyx's PovI found Gabe in the sitting room, scrolling through his phone like he had nothing to worry about.I stood there, holding my calm like it was glued on my face.“I’ll be going to town today,” I said. “I have some school paperwork to sort out.”He didn’t look up at first. Then he did—slow, s
Gabriel's PovEver since the news of Renz’s death dropped, something inside me loosened. Relief… finally. A sense of order returning, like the world had clicked back into the place I designed for it.Except for one problem.Nyx.She’d spiraled the moment she heard. Crying for days. Skipping meals.
The van shook as it rolled over the rough road, the night swallowing everything outside. Inside, it was just me, three of my men, and the doctor—hands folded, eyes fixed on Renz like he was guarding a dying flame.Renz lay in the middle seat, pale, breathing shallow, wires and tubes clinging to him







