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Charlotte’s POVI woke inside the visitor's room that Emma gave me. Can't believe I missed the wedding of my two friends because of that... that stupid idiot, Leo.I stretched, stepped out of bed, and slowly made my way out of the room.Suddenly, I heard a low clatter of dishes in the kitchen.That must be Emma.She was the one I asked to pick me up from the airport. I told her everything on our way here, and she was as angry as I was yesterday.She also didn't believe that there was any justification for whatever Leo did.Musa and Angela keeping me in the dark made her even angrier than what Leo did.Although her child is a year old, she told me that she knows the struggle of a mother being separated from her child by force, not to mention the trauma of having my heart broken by him, only for him to reappear as another man to sneak into my heart and leave me heartbroken again."I don't see love. I see obsession, and it's the type that is selfish. He doesn't deserve you. I understand

LEO’S POVAs we drove into my new property, the security team was already at work.The grand gates slid open smoothly, and the driveway curved in a perfect sweep toward the mansion. The gardens were trimmed into elegant shapes, fountains dancing at the center with beautiful flowers lining the path.It looked less like a home and more like a castle carved out of a fantasy dream.I wanted the best.Marcus had one of the best houses so far, so I had to beat that.I wanted to impress my daughter.I stepped out and walked to her side, opened the door, and lifted her into my arms.“Alright, we’re here,” I said softly, setting her down gently.“Will you please pull the blindfold off now?” Angel asked, her voice buzzing with barely contained excitement.I smiled.“Of course, Your Majesty.”I carefully untied the blindfold and pulled it away.“Waaaaaaaw!!!”She gasped, her head snapping back as she looked up at the towering mansion.“It’s so huge!”“You think?” I teased.She turned to me, her

Daddy walked in, sliding his phone into his pocket. He looked at me, then at the women around my chair. His face didn’t change, but something in his shoulders did.“You okay, princess?”“Yes.” I said it too fast.Then I looked past him.A woman was walking in. She had hair that was twisted and fell past her shoulders and clicked softly when she moved.She looked like Auntie Angela, and I have seen that hairstyle on Auntie Angela.“Daddy.” I pointed. “Daddy, I want that hairstyle!”The woman heard and stopped.Looked at me.Looked at Daddy.Daddy looked at her. It was as if they talked with their eyes.“I apologize,” Daddy said quietly. “Her mother is African. She just—she misses her.”The woman’s face softened.“No offense taken, and no need to apologize at all. She’s absolutely adorable.” She smiled at me. “You know, with that face, you should be a child model. You’d stop traffic on a billboard.”Why is everyone saying that?I shook my head before Daddy could answer.“I don’t want to

I woke to a voice calling out to me.It wasn't actually "Charlotte" but "Mommy."I thought I was still dreaming.Mommy, wake up.A small hand pressed against my cheek.My eyes opened. I saw a blurry face of a child with a beaded hairstyle."Huh?"I blinked and rubbed my eyes, then looked at her again. The face turned into my daughter's.She was lying down with her face close to mine, staring into my soul. Her hair was braided. Neat cornrows curved with her small head, each one ending in a tiny, colorful bead.She was wearing bunny-designed pajamas.She didn't say anything."Am I dreaming?" I asked myself."Mommy, it's me," she sobbed.I couldn't move.My heart—my heart was doing something violent in my chest, something that felt like dying and being born at the same time. My hands were frozen at my sides. My mouth opened but nothing came out.She was real.How?Emma came out of her hiding place."Surprise!!!" she yelled.I slowly looked at her."How?""Leo moved here to Los Angeles, s

“Sweetheart, please—I don’t want to shout at you. Listen to me.” “I want Daddy!” she sobbed, her small body trembling. “I want to stay with Daddy!” “You just got here,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You said you missed me.” “I did!” she cried. “But I miss Daddy too! I love Daddy—why can’t we be together?” “I am your mother, Angel. Children always belong with their mother! Why are you different?!” Her tiny hands balled into fists as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You’re being mean!” she yelled through her tears. “Daddy doesn’t shout at me!” “Angel, I’m not shouting. I’m—” “I don’t want to stay here!” she screamed. “I want to go back! I want Daddy!” “Angel—” “I don’t like it here!” she cried, her voice breaking into hiccups. “I want to stay with Daddy!” She turned and ran out of the room. “Angel!” I called after her. A few minutes later, Emma walked in with Angel in her arms, her wet face resting against Emma’s neck. “Charlotte, what is wrong with