Daniel Adler's POVI was raised in the poverty-stricken area of AGC known as "The Darkside", located behind the towering commercial buildings. My mother, Maria Adler, a struggling single parent, did her best to provide for me until her untimely passing when I was just 10 years old. This left me to fend for myself on the harsh streets, where I had to learn to be resilient and to never give up in the face of adversity.One day, as I was wandering the streets with my streetwise companions, I was suddenly hit by a luxurious car. I braced for the worst, but to my surprise, I found myself waking up in a hospital room, my body battered and bruised from the impact of the accident."What's your name, son?" the stranger beside me asked in a deep, raspy voice. Despite his intimidating appearance of wealth and power, I noticed a hint of solitude in his gaze. I attempted to sit up, but my injuries prevented me from moving."Daniel Adler," I r

Laia's POV As I sat beside my father's bed, grasping his hand in mine, the reality of the situation hit me with full force. The words Uncle Thomas and Az were exchanging faded into the background as I struggled to process what was happening. My heart was filled with pain and regret as tears streamed down my face. Az approached me, pulling me into a comforting embrace. "I know it's tough, but you need to be strong. Your father can hear you crying, and he wouldn't want to see you like this. I can tell he loves you, even though I've only known him for a little while," he whispered, trying to hold back his own tears. “What should I do? He’s the only family I have,” I asked in a low voice, trying to stop myself from crying. “I’m here for you. No matter what happens. I’ll always be here for you. Let’s not make it hard for your father anymore. Alright?” he said, trembling even though he tried to compose himself in front of me.

Even with the collaboration I had with Carlo and John, I still struggled with the public's doubts about my abilities. The Public Relations Department had been working tirelessly to manage the news about our company. The workload was too much for me to handle on my own without a secretary, so I had to post a job opening for the position.With the project launch on hold until I could find a reliable secretary to represent me in case of scheduling conflicts, Carlo assisted me in reviewing the list of applicants. As he scanned through the resumes, he murmured, "Eric?""Eric?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion as Carlo placed a resume of a familiar person on top of my desk. "Eric Martinez? Why? What's wrong?""He sent his intent to apply for the position of your secretary," Carlo replied, chuckling as he tapped Eric’s resume on my table.Double-checking the list of applicants, I was surprised to see Eric's name on it."I wonder if he kno

Nina led me down the quiet corridor towards Laia’s room, while my parents were processing the papers needed to be processed. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the small, white bundle she held in her arms. The sight of it made my heart sink—it could only be one thing. My hands shook with anticipation as Nina gently handed me the bundle, the soft white blanket warm against my skin. I knew what was inside, but I couldn't bring myself to open it just yet.Tears welled up in my eyes as I clutched the bundle to my chest, my whole body was trembling. The weight of it seemed so small, so insignificant compared to the immense grief I felt. I couldn't believe that our baby was gone forever, that we would never get to hold him or watch him grow. The sense of loss was almost unbearable.Nina gave me a sad smile before gesturing for the nurse to leave the room. “We'll leave you alone for a moment,” Nina said softly.I sank into a nearby chair,

My parents had to go because Laia requested some alone time after Lucas’ death. I didn't push to have anyone else around us because I respected her wishes. Yet hearing her sob in silence crushes my heart to bits. I gave my all to make her feel better, but it never seemed to be enough. Both of us were suffering from the loss of our child, and I was unsure of how to make her eyes sparkle once again. I regretted not being present for her more. I tried to ignore the anguish and sorrow I felt within by spending most of my days at the office. When Laia finally broke the silence once more, her remarks threw me off guard. When she retreated from my embrace, she muttered, "Az... let's dissolve our marriage." Dread and despair mixed as I quavered, dropping to my knees while trying to reach for her hand. "I apologize for not spending more time with you at times like this; please do not abandon me," I begged. It felt like a massive rock was crushing me, and I had no idea how to convince her to