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
It was morning. Emily slowly opened her eyes, still caught in the softness of sleep. She stayed in the same position for a moment, her head sinking into the pillow, her arms lightly stretched beside her. She blinked, her mind still floating between dreams and reality. Then she stretched her arms a
Emily didn’t say anything. She stood still, not replying to her. She didn’t even hear what the woman said about her being motherless. Her mind had drifted far away. She was hurt not just by the insult but because she had once been foolish enough to accept this woman as her mother. I was stupid, sh
Emily sat quietly in the cab, staring out the window but not seeing anything. Denovon's words kept replaying in her head: “I, Denovon Rowland, need a wife.” “So if you’re willing, let’s get married.” “You won’t be at a disadvantage.” It felt like a dream. No—a strange scene from a drama. But it
Emily," Denovon rushed to her and held her tightly. Her small body trembled in his arms. "Denovon," she breathed out in relief. Her voice was weak. She looked up at him, and though tears threatened to fall, she held them back. Not now. Not while he was holding her. Denovon immediately noticed ho







