ВойтиTo 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 door of the detention visiting room opened with a heavy sound. Katherine..Mrs. Carter was led inside by two officers. Her steps were slow, dragging against the floor. Her back was bent, her shoulders slumped, and her face had lost all the brightness it once carried. She didn’t even look like he
Emily sat quietly on the edge of the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on Evelyn. Who lay weakly against the white sheets, a drip line connected to her arm. Evelyn’s small hand held tightly onto hers, refusing to let go even in her sleep. Her fingers trembled, clinging to Emily as though afraid she might
"Late Miss Elizabeth Ross was the nanny who worked for the late Mrs. Laura Carter," the detective replied, signaling to the officers to get her. "No! Let go of me!" Mrs. Carter screamed at the top of her voice. But the police held her still and handcuffed her. "You are framing me! I didn’t kill an
Emily scrolled through her phone, shaking her head helplessly. Her timeline was flooded with endless pictures and videos—Val and Mason on their honeymoon. From yesterday till now, Val hadn’t stopped posting. Morning walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, sweet kisses, and every romantic gesture one







