I was stunned to hear the voice of Marcus on the other line. My heart skipped a beat as I listened to his familiar voice. I couldn't believe it. It was him, after all these years.“Marcus?” I whispered in disbelief.I didn't even know what to do, so I immediately dropped the call. He called again, but I still ignored it.“Ms. Monte Verde. Why did you drop the call?” he texted me.I took a deep breath and answered the call. “I'm sorry, I was just caught off guard. What do you want?” I replied. “This is Mr. Marcus Johnson. I just wanted to invite you for a business proposal of my coffee shop in your Grande Resort. I hope you will consider it, and I promise you won't be disappointed,” he invited me.I was surprised when I read his text message. Is he owning a small coffee shop now? What about their construction company? My mind was racing with questions, but I couldn't bring myself to ask him.“Please reply,' he texted again, and I could almost hear the desperation in his voice.“I'll t

It's hard to fathom that he could just forget about me out of the blue, but unfortunately, that's the harsh reality. His eyes were clouded with confusion as he furrowed his brow."Stay away from me!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with fear and desperation."Dad, what's wrong?" I pleaded, desperately searching for answers."Have you suddenly forgotten me?""They can't kill Dasha," he muttered through his tears, his voice trembling with a mix of determination and anguish."I will protect her. I will protect her."My heart sank as I realized that my father's grief had consumed him to the point of delusion. The weight of his loss had distorted his perception of reality, leaving him trapped in a world where the past held more power than the present. It was a painful realization, one that left me feeling helpless and longing for a way to bring him back to the present.But I refused to give up on him. I would be his anchor, his guiding light through the darkness that had enveloped his soul.

I swiftly approached my son, Marco, enveloping him in a tight embrace. His expression clearly displayed surprise and discontent. "Hey," he grumbled. "Come with me, my dear. I will provide you with everything your heart desires," I assured him. "Where are we going? Will Daddy accompany us?" he inquired innocently. "No, my love. It will be just you and me, son. I aim to make amends and grant you a new home," I beamed at him. However, in an unexpected turn of events, he forcefully pushed me away and sprinted towards Marcus, embracing him tightly. "I want Daddy," he sobbed. As I gazed upon my son Marco, tears cascading down his face, my heart shattered. He pleaded with me not to separate him from his father, Marcus. I yearned to heed his plea, but I knew I had to remain resolute. I had to remove him from Marcus, regardless of the immense pain it caused. "No. You must come with me, son," I insisted. "Samantha, please do not coerce our son. He is too young to comprehend the entiret

Marcus narrowed his eyes, his expression morphing into a mix of disbelief and anger. He glanced at Elijah, who stood beside me, his face etched with confusion. I could see the wheels turning in Marcus's mind, trying to make sense of the situation."Well, Samantha," Marcus sneered, "I didn't expect you to stoop so low." His voice dripped with disdain.I swallowed hard, pushing down the guilt that threatened to consume me. This lie was necessary – a desperate attempt to protect Elijah from Marcus's wrath. I had learned Marcus manipulate and control those around him before. But today, I had made up my mind. No longer would I allow him to hurt the people I cared about.Elijah's grip tightened around my hand, providing me with the strength I needed. "Why don't you just leave us alone, Marcus?" he shot back defiantly.But suddenly, Marco's voice echoed through the air, catching both our attention. We turned to see him sprinting towards us, with Lydia close behind. My brows furrowed in disap

I never thought I would ever see her again. My former mother-in-law, Madam Stella, sitting on a wheelchair and looking so frail and sickly. I couldn't believe my eyes as I stood frozen in front of her.As I stood there, taking in the sight of Madam Stella, I couldn't help but feel a hatred bubbling inside of me. My hands clenched into tight fists, my jaw set in determination. Memories of the past flooded my mind, making my blood boil with anger.Madam Stella, the woman standing in front of me, was one of the root of all my pain and suffering.She noticed me and her eyes widened in surprise. I could see the shock in her face as she struggled to get up from her wheelchair.“Samantha, is that really you?' she whispered, her voice weak and trembling.I nodded, unable to find my voice. I couldn't believe that in my return to this town, Marcus's life had completely changed. I had heard rumors about him losing his company, but I never thought it would come to this.I saw Marcos approaching a