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
Finally, she placed her fork down and looked at him seriously. “So… can you now tell me what’s going on?” Denovon raised a brow, pausing with his knife and fork in hand. “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean.” Emily’s voice was quiet but firm. “The day before our wedding. I saw someone outside
Denovon carefully slipped out of the bed, making sure not to disturb Emily, who was sleeping soundly beside him. Her soft breathing filled the quiet room, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest was enough to make him pause for a moment, staring at her with tenderness in his eyes. It was already
Emily stood still, her eyes fixed on her phone as her fingers scrolled down the screen. The comments under Denovon’s post seemed endless. She clicked the little heart on the ones that melted her heart, the ones that congratulated her with so much sweetness she couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t ev
“Okay, sir,” George replied quickly. “What about the other one?” Denovon asked, his tone calm, almost too calm, the kind of calm that carried danger within it. George’s tone grew sharper, a hint of disdain in his words. “Just like you predicted, sir. The person contracted Mr. David and Mr. Nathan







