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
The morning light filtered softly into the villa, spilling across the polished floor and brushing against the curtains. The room was quiet, warm, filled with the gentle rhythm of two hearts that had found each other. Denovon stirred awake, his arm instinctively reaching for Emily. She lay beside h
There standing motionless was a figure. A man, tall, still, his face hidden by distance, but his posture fixed as though his attention was locked on their villa. Emily narrowed her eyes, trying to see him clearly, but the sun shifted, and her vision blurred for a moment. She blinked hard. The figur
Denovon sat still for several long seconds, his face unreadable. Then, suddenly, a low chuckle escaped his lips. It wasn’t a warm laugh. It was cold, sharp, like ice cracking. A sound that carried more danger than humor. George felt his chest tighten. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or more w
“Sir, here is another package sent,” George said as soon as he stepped into Denovon’s office, his face tight and cold. He looked angry....angry at the package, angry at the audacity of whoever had sent it. Denovon slowly lifted his head from his laptop, his sharp eyes narrowing as a frown crept acr







