MasukTo 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
“I’ll step out. I’ll be back soon,” he added. Her chest tightened instantly. She remembered the last time he left like this in anger... he ended up in a terrible accident. “Where are you going?” she asked quickly, almost jumping off the bed. He didn’t answer right away. Emily’s heart began to ra
The smell of freshly cooked food drifted faintly through the air. The warm lights in the dining room cast a soft glow over the table, where Emily sat quietly, spoon in hand, eating her dinner. She heard the sound of footsteps, steady and purposeful, and turned her head. “You’re back,” she said sof
The sun was going down, painting the streets in shades of orange and shadow, as Denovon’s black car cut smoothly through the quiet roads. His hands were steady on the steering wheel, but his jaw was tight. He hadn’t wanted to leave Emily’s side. Not after what had happened. But the picture of her
The youngest of the three suddenly broke, his voice high with terror. “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” His body shook violently, and Denovon could see he was seconds away from wetting himself. These weren’t hardened killers just street men who’d been paid for a job far bigger than they could handle. Deno







