Her beloved father, Ethan, was attending a business conference when he found out about her surgery. He took off in a flash to be by her side.A cloud of worry spread all over his face as he lunged into the hospital. His mind raced with dreadful scenarios concerning Christine and his unborn grandchild, only to find his wife scrolling through social media, her face devoid of any concern or empathy."What are you doing?" he yelled, snatching the phone from her hands, irritated by his wife's lack of care."Nothing. Wasting time," she replied, sounding bored."Do you even know if she is alright? If the baby is fine?" His eyes pierced into her, and that was the moment she realized she had let her guard down and made a big mistake."No. I was so worried that I tried to distract myself by watching videos on social media. This waiting is slowly killing me inside," she feigned concern, trying to evoke sympathy with her puppy eyes. Surprisingly, it worked."I'm sorry. For a moment, I thought tha

It was almost dark outside, and she had lost all sense of time and space while crying her heart out.Loukas had left her alone after delivering that devastating news. He seemed to want to offer comfort, but no words could ease the pain she felt.There was simply nothing that could mend the loss of a loved one.Her heart ached with a profound sense of regret as the words echoed in her mind. "Your father has passed away."The weight of those words hit her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath. She couldn't help but imagine her father's devastated expression when he learned the truth, the pain etched across his face forever haunting her thoughts.Why hadn't there been another chance? Why couldn't she have seen him one last time, heard his voice, or felt his reassuring presence?She couldn't accept it. This was a horrific nightmare, something that couldn't be happening.‘Wake up, Christine! You're just having a bad dream!’ she kept telling herself, but this was not a dream. Th

Her knees went weak, and she struggled to maintain her composure. Avoiding this man for the rest of her life wasn't part of her plan. She had meticulously plotted her revenge against her stepfamily for five long years, anticipating that he might become entangled in it. But his unexpected presence was overwhelming, and she found it hard to breathe normally. "And this is Christine, my daughter," Loukas announced, jolting her out of her thoughts. Though he was her savior, she could never quite get used to being called someone else's daughter. After losing her family and her inheritance, Loukas had insisted on giving her his name and making her his legal successor. It took two years of persuasion before she finally accepted, and now she and Ethan proudly bore the name Blaine. If it weren't for the change in their last name, her carefully laid plans would have crumbled at this very moment. If Hunter had realized he was married to her stepsister, all her revenge schemes would have been in

The little boy lay on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't comprehend how cruel his new classmates were, taunting him for not having a father. But was it Ethan's fault for not having one? No, it wasn't. There was no one in the world who longed for a Daddy more than him. "What's so special about him that the teacher praised him so much, making us look like fools?" one classmate sneered. "Yeah, there's nothing remarkable about him!" another chimed in. "My mother told me he doesn't even have a father!" "That's true, my mother said his mother had him when she was 19." These words pierced through Ethan's heart, fueling his pain. Despite knowing that his mother loved him dearly, he yearned for the embrace of a father's love. Suppressing his vulnerability, he summoned his strength and rose from the ground, shouting, "I do have a father! He's the richest CEO in town!" "We don't believe you!" "You're just a liar!" The bullies continued to laugh and mock him, their word

Time slowed down as his words resonated in her head. Her mind raced, attempting to grasp the meaning behind them, yet her brain couldn't have chosen a worse moment to deny her its cooperation. The instant he leaned his head on her shoulder was the same instant she snapped out of the trance she had fallen into. She blamed her fluctuating hormones for her lack of basic self-respect. All her analytical thoughts seemed to have vanished into the heavy air, likely due to the tense circumstances and her practically nonexistent sex life. There were no other reasons. The confined space and the memory of the night Ethan was conceived surely played a part in stirring up her feelings, mixing them and leaving her confused. What could he possibly expect from her by undressing in the elevator? Certainly, he wouldn't dare to believe that she would strip naked and jump into his arms just because he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his amazingly fit body. There might be other women who would do just