Nathan’s POVAs the maid walked away, I just stood there for a moment, caught between two very different worlds—Chloe laid seductively on the bed, wet and waiting… and my daughter, Lina, probably sitting on the couch downstairs wondering who I was.I rubbed a hand across my face and swore under my breath.“Chloe,” I said, my voice strained, “this isn’t over but I have to go.”She paused, her fingers hovering, lips parted. Her expression flickered between desire and disappointment. “You’re choosing her?”“I’m choosing to be a father.” The words felt foreign on my tongue, like I was trying out a new identity I hadn’t fully earned yet but I meant them.Chloe didn’t say anything else. She simply rolled over, turning her back to me.I straightened my shirt, zipped my pants, and left the room without looking back.As I made my way down the stairs, my palms were sweating. I had faced off against boardroom vultures, courtroom assassins, and the media wolves, but this? This was personal. This
Last Updated : 2025-05-28
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