INICIAR SESIÓNTo 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
Reuben stood frozen, confused by the crowd’s chant. His eyes darted from face to face, unsure of what was happening. The people weren’t running or screaming like he expected...they were praising him, whispering words of thanks he didn’t understand. His hand tightened on the gun as he stepped slight
Reuben’s face twisted in displeasure. He turned slightly and gave her a sharp stare, his eyes hard. “Stop staring,” Claire snapped, not afraid this time. “You’re the one forcing me to go somewhere I don’t want to go, so you have to feed me!” she hissed loudly and turned her face away again. Reuben
“Father, take Mother back inside!” Matthew shouted quickly, fear lacing his voice. Reuben exhaled deeply. “Good,” he said. “Both of you are here. Have a seat.” The old couple froze where they stood. The old man’s face darkened. “Who are you, and why are you barging into our house?” he demanded in
Reuben stood at the door of the Dane family house. It wasn’t a big house...just a normal-sized building with an old wooden gate and a small compound overgrown with weeds. He had parked his car outside and walked quietly to the front. Earlier, he had gone around asking about the Dane family, but no







