LOGINTo all my amazing readers, Thank you—from the depth of my heart—for walking through this journey with me. Your support, your patience, your comments, and your love kept me going every step of the way. I am truly grateful to everyone who stayed with this story until the very end. If at any point th
“Okay, Daddy,” Dimitri agreed. “I’ll go tell Mrs. Gloria to get me ready!” Denovon set him down carefully, and Dimitri dashed off to find Mrs. Gloria—who wasn’t just their cook but also Dimitri’s nanny. “Slow down, Dimitri!” Emily called with a tired sigh. “Why does he like running every time?”
“I promise you will never be at a disadvantage.” The words suddenly crossed Emily’s mind one warm summer afternoon as she was tidying her son’s room. She paused, walked quickly to the shelf, and pulled out a book that had been untouched for a long time. She opened a page—and there it was. Her
Emily lay on the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on her tiny son sleeping in the crib beside her. It had been four days since she gave birth, yet everything still felt unreal. She kept staring at him, afraid that if she blinked too long, he might disappear. They were still in the hospital and would re
(The Next Day) Emily’s eyelashes fluttered slowly, like they were too heavy to lift. Her lips parted, and she released a faint, shaky breath before her eyes finally opened—tired, hazy, but alive. “You’re awake,” Denovon said in relief, quickly leaning forward. He had been watching her for hours, w
Denovon had never felt so helpless in his life. He paced back and forth in front of the labour room door, his hands clenched tightly, his heart beating so fast it felt like it was punching his chest. Every soft cry and every faint sound coming from inside the room made his whole body stiffen in fea
Inside Denovon' s Villa. "It's weekend already," Emily said weakly with a sigh. She was still lying on the bed lazily, her face buried into the pillow. "Why are you unhappy that it's weekend?" Denovon asked from the desk, his eyes on the laptop as his fingers tapped quickly across the keyboard. "
Leo glanced at her as he started the engine. “Don’t worry. My parents don’t care about things like that.” Vivienne kept silent, chewing on her bottom lip. Her mind raced. Meeting his parents felt like stepping into a storm she wasn’t ready for. “My mum has seen you before,” Leo said after a moment
Emily slowly opened her eyes to the soft glow of morning sunlight spilling into the room. She reached out, finding Denovon’s side of the bed empty. She sat up and pressed her palm lightly against her flat stomach — she could already feel the life inside. “You are awake,” Denovon said as he walked
Emily held the little white prescription bag in her hands as they stepped out of the hospital. The late morning sun bathed the world in golden light, warm and gentle, as though nature itself wanted to share in their happiness. Denovon walked beside her, his hand firmly holding hers, his tall frame







