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
Emily stepped into the tall glass building of Rowland Corporation, her mind fully focused on the big presentation ahead. She clutched her file tightly and took a deep breath. I can’t mess this up. She walked straight to the elevator, her heels clicking softly on the floor. When the doors slid open
Emily stood in front of the glass case, her eyes moving slowly over the rows of wedding rings. Each one sparkled under the lights, some delicate, some bold, all of them beautiful. But her gaze paused on a single ring—less shiny than the others, simple but elegant. A thin platinum band with a tiny di
The sleek black car came to a stop in front of the grand Rowland mansion. Emily sat quietly, her hands clenched on her lap, eyes wide as she looked through the window. The mansion was larger than anything she had seen before—tall white pillars, neatly trimmed hedges, a golden lion crest above the f
Emily stepped out of the company building, the sun already low in the sky. The wind tugged gently at her coat, and her heels tapped lightly on the pavement. She was exhausted after spending hours reviewing documents, but her posture remained graceful. She made her way down the sidewalk, heading t







