로그인*Richard's POV*“How bad is it?” I asked the nurse, my voice was hoarse and tired.She didn’t answer right away. After the team had stabilized me, only she remained in the room, quietly adjusting the sheets and checking the machines around my bed.The silence stretched. I gathered what little strength I had and spoke again, more firmly. “Please… I need the pure truth. No gentle lies. How much time do I really have left?”The nurse finally looked at me, her eyes filled with deep sadness. She took a slow breath before replying. “Mr. Harrington… at best, you have about a year. But it won’t be easy. You’ll be on very strong medication. The pain will be constant and severe. And even that one year… it’s not guaranteed.”Her voice trembled with genuine emotion as she spoke.I nodded slowly, letting the truth sink in. “I understand. Thank you for not hiding it from me.”After a moment, I added quietly, “With so little time left… I need to fix the wrongs I’ve done in my life. I don’t want to
* Liam's POV *“Tell me about your Dad,” Elena asked softly after we sat down to eat lunch together at a restaurant near the hospital.I paused with the fork halfway to my mouth. The question hit me harder than I expected.“Whenever Dad had those same episodes before,” I started, my voice low, “it was just me and me alone. I would struggle through it all by myself. Calling the doctors, watching the monitors, sitting there praying he’d pull through. No one else was there. It was just me.”Elena’s eyes softened. She reached across the table and touched my hand lightly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”“No, no,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I want to talk about it. Really.”I took a deep breath and continued. “Dad may not be the perfect father. He’s harsh most of the time. He lacks emotion. Not to forget he is very strict and completely business-oriented, not family-oriented at all. But… he sure does love his only son. That’s me.”Elena nodded, listening carefully.“H
*Eliza's POV*It had been exactly one week since Alexander and I got married legally. One week of living in this huge mansion as his wife. But deep down, our marriage felt completely soulless and lifeless. There was no spark, no warmth, no connection. Alexander still loved only Elena. I could feel it in every cold glance, every short reply he gave to me, every night he turned his back to me in bed.I stared at the long dining table I had spent all afternoon preparing. I made every single luxurious dish myself even though we had maids and chefs. I wanted Alexander to see that I was making a real effort to make this marriage work. I smiled as I stared at the roasted lamb, the fresh lobster, the expensive wine I personally chose .... everything was perfect.I checked my phone again. 11:27 pm. He still wasn’t back.Just then, the front door opened. Alexander walked in looking exhausted, his tie was loosened, while his jacket was slung over his shoulder. Damn, he looked really tired. The w
*Elena's POV*“You can’t marry her because…” Richard started, his voice trembling with effort.He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit. His whole body shook violently, the monitors were beeping wildly as he struggled for air. The cough sounded raw and painful, like it was ripping him apart from the inside.“Dad!” Liam shouted, panic flashing across his face. He rushed forward and grabbed his father’s hand. “Dad, breathe! Just breathe! I’m here!”The old man kept coughing, gasping for air desperately. Liam’s voice cracked. “Someone help! Nurse! Doctor! Hurry!”Within seconds, two nurses and a doctor rushed into the room, pushing equipment ahead of them. They moved fast, as if they had been expecting this exact emergency.“Step back, sir,” one nurse said urgently. “We need room to work.”Liam refused to move at first. “What’s wrong with him? Tell me! Is he going to be okay?”“Sir, please leave the room immediately,” the doctor ordered, already attaching new tubes. “We need to stab
*Elena's POV*“Deal,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“Deal,” Liam replied, his hand was warm and strong around mine as we shook on it. Our eyes locked for a second longer than necessary, and something electric passed between us. I quickly looked away.“Come on,” Liam said, still holding my hand. “Let’s go see him now before he gets worse.”He led me upstairs through the hospital corridors, his fingers gently intertwined with mine. The touch sent a small, unexpected spark through my chest. I quickly pushed the feeling aside. This was just a deal. Nothing more.We reached the door of his father’s private room. Liam gave my hand one last soft squeeze before pushing it open.The old man was lying in the hospital bed, propped up against pillows, wires and tubes connected to monitors that beeped steadily. When he saw us, a tired but genuine smile spread across his face.“Son, you came back fast,” he said, his voice was weak but full of hope. “And you brought her. Good. Let me see
*Liam's POV*“You useless boy! Why haven’t you brought a single girl home yet?” Dad screamed from his hospital bed, his voice cracking like he was already halfway gone. “I’m lying here dying, Liam! My only wish is to see my grandchild before I close my eyes, and you’re still playing bartender like some common worker? Answer me!”I paced beside the bed, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. “Dad, I told you a hundred times. I’m not rushing into some fake marriage just to tick your box. I run the companies, I manage the shares, I even work the bar shifts so I know what your employees feel. That’s enough.”“Enough?” Dad’s face flushed red, the tubes in his arms rattling as he tried to sit up. “It’s not enough! I built an empire worth billions and you think I’ll hand it over to a son who can’t even give me a grandchild? If you don’t bring a woman...pregnant, married, anything before I die, I swear on my last breath I’ll cut you out of the will. I’ll be unhappy in my grave







