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
The Rowland Enterprises penthouse office was sleek, cold, and intimidating—much like the man who owned it. Emily stepped out of the elevator, every inch of her calm exterior carefully arranged. Her soft beige blouse flowed like silk over tailored black pants, her hair pulled into a low knot. There
Emily parked the white Audi A4 in the Rowland Corporation parking lot. The car gleamed in the sunlight, catching the eyes of several employees nearby. She noticed the way people looked at her. Of course, she understood. Just yesterday, she didn’t own a car. She was the same woman who walked into
Valentina’s cozy apartment smelled like fresh vanilla and jasmine as Emily stepped in. The soft couch, colorful cushions, and warm light made the place feel just like Val—lively and comforting. "Girl!" Valentina screamed as soon as she opened the door and saw Emily standing there. She pulled her in
The front door opened with a soft creak as Evelyn stepped into the living room, still shaken, her eyes red and puffy. Her makeup was smudged from the tears she had been crying all the way home. Her mother, Mrs. Carter, looked up from the couch, frowning. “Evelyn? What happened to you?” Evelyn







