Mag-log inTo 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 managed a gentle smile, shaking her head. “It’s okay.” Denovon pulled out her chair again, but she shook her head. “I don’t want to eat anymore.” “Let’s go then,” he said simply, his voice brooking no argument. The drive to the hospital was quiet. Denovon kept one hand on the steering wheel
He had known Evelyn long enough to sense when something wasn’t right. Her fear felt too deep, too real, to be about something so simple. But Evelyn quickly turned her face away, her eyes darting nervously around the street. “Let’s get inside the car. It’s cold.” George wanted to press further, but
“And who are you again?” Denovon asked with a mocking calmness, leaning forward slightly. His words cut like knives, sinking straight into Reuben’s pride. Reuben almost spat blood at the insult. His entire body trembled with the force of his anger. “I am Reuben Rowland,” he declared loudly, his voi
“You can’t do this, Denovon!” Mr. Nathan’s voice trembled as he spoke. His hands shook as though they were holding an invisible weight. His face had drained of all color, his eyes wide with disbelief. He was beyond shocked at what was happening right before him. He had completely forgotten the fine







