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 room fell silent the moment Denovon’s voice echoed. His presence alone was enough to freeze everyone in place. He stood tall and firm at the entrance, his cold eyes fixed sharply on Mr. Turner. Emily let out a small sigh of relief when she saw him. She hadn’t called him, but she knew he would c
Inside the hall. Emily led Evelyn to sit with her this time, not wanting to leave her alone since George was having a talk with Denovon. She picked up a glass of water and handed it to Evelyn. "Here, drink this," Emily said softly. Evelyn took the glass, her hands still a little shaky, and drank
Emily sat beside Denovon at the back seat of the car, her fingers twisting restlessly in her lap. The low hum of the engine filled the silence, but it did nothing to quiet the storm in her heart. Her chest still tightened with anger all over again. Earlier at the mall, she had wanted to call the po
Reuben ran a hand through his hair, trying to stay calm. “You could have asked the security downstairs, or at least called me.” “I don’t know this building well, and I did call you!” Claire shot back, her voice sharp. “You didn’t answer!” Reuben frowned and pulled his phone from his pocket. He unl







