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
“She’s sleeping,” Vivienne said quietly to George, who had just walked into her office. Her voice was tired but calm. Evelyn had cried so hard that she collapsed, and Vivienne didn’t know what else to do. Her shift was over, and she needed to go home, so she had called George for help. “Thank you,”
Old Martin sighed heavily and rose to his feet. They both left the study and walked to Jeffrey’s old room. Inside, Old Martin went to an old wooden chest and brought out a dusty photo album. He flipped through the pages and then pulled out a photo of a young Jeffrey and Laura together. He handed it
(One week later) Emily sat quietly at the back of her car, staring at her temporary bodyguard as she drove. Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. She couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she and her new bodyguard, Stephanie, might somehow be related. Earlier that morning, Denovon had assign
Two days later, at the Rowland Family Mansion “I’m full,” Emily said softly, looking at Denovon who sat beside her, feeding her patiently with his hand. Because of her injured palms, she couldn’t hold anything properly. The doctor had warned her to avoid any strain, so Denovon had taken it upon hi







