All Chapters of MY SAVING DOOM : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I was still trying to recover from the bomb Damian had dropped through my father when I heard a knock on the door.I quickly wiped the remaining tears from my face and tried to compose myself."Come in."The door opened, and Ryan walked in with a file in his hand. He stopped briefly when he noticed my father sitting beside me, but his expression barely changed. Ryan was the kind of person who had mastered the art of looking as though nothing surprised him."You need to sign this document, ma'am," he said, walking toward me and handing over the file.I took it from him and flipped through the first few pages."What's it about?""It's from the finance department. Procurement of Today's Holding."I paused, looking through the documents more carefully."Today's Holding..."I knew the company. It was one of the businesses under our portfolio, and although Damian had left me with a mountain of information to go through, I hadn't yet made major changes to its management structure.I closed t

After what felt like the longest few seconds of my life, my dad finally looked at Kara. Then he looked at Jose. Then his eyes moved to me, almost as though he was silently asking whether he was allowed to answer the question the way he wanted to. I didn't say anything. I simply watched him, my heart strangely heavy because I knew there was much more behind Kara's innocent question than she probably understood herself. He eventually looked back at her. "Who is Nanya to you?" he asked. Kara didn't hesitate. "She's my sister." My dad nodded slowly. "And who am I to Nanya?" Kara's forehead creased slightly. She looked genuinely confused now, probably wondering why this man was asking questions that seemed to have such obvious answers. "You're her dad," she answered slowly. "Exactly." He smiled at her. "I'm your sister's dad. That means I'm also your dad. Do you understand?" Kara stared at him for a few seconds. I could almost see her trying to arrange the inf

The drive to my mum's house was probably one of the most awkward drives I'd ever experienced.My dad was behind the wheel, I sat in the passenger seat, while Jose and Kara sat in the back. There was no music playing, no one was really talking, and the only sound that filled the car was the occasional noise from Kara and the soft tapping of Jose's fingers against his iPad.Jose had his head lowered almost the entire time, completely absorbed in whatever he was doing on the screen. But even without looking at his face, I could tell he didn't want to be there.He hadn't complained when I told him we were going to see our mum. He hadn't argued or asked questions. He simply picked up his iPad and followed us.That somehow made it worse.Jose had always been the more reserved one. Sometimes, I looked at him and wondered how a thirteen year old could carry himself with so much restraint. He rarely complained, rarely asked for anything, and whenever something bothered him, he seemed to prefer

The past year went by slowly.Not the kind of slow that makes you notice every single day passing, but the kind that makes you look back one day and suddenly realize that an entire year has disappeared without the person you were waiting for ever coming back. I had spent twelve months waking up, going to work, coming home, taking care of Jose and Kara, dealing with GnG, attending meetings, signing documents, making decisions and pretending that everything was fine. And every single night, when the house became quiet and I was finally alone with my thoughts, the same question would return.Why wasn't Damian here?I had stopped asking where he was because I already knew I didn't have an answer. I had stopped asking Ryan because he would only give me that same calm response he always gave whenever his master was involved.He would come back.That was it.No explanation.No date.No promise I could hold on to.Just those four words. He would come back.And somehow, I had learned to live

Later that afternoon, I went with Ryan and Kelvin for the hotel inspection. I sat quietly in the back seat, staring through the window as the city moved around us, but my mind was nowhere near the traffic or the buildings we passed. I had been thinking about something that had crossed my mind several times lately, and for some reason, today it felt particularly amusing. This new position had changed me. Not completely, because somewhere underneath the expensive clothes, the authority, the money and the responsibilities, I was still the same woman who used to count every coin before buying groceries. But business had taught me something I had never understood before: kindness and weakness were two completely different things, and if I confused them, people would gladly take advantage of me. I had become sharper. More calculating. Less willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes, I even wondered whether I had become too ruthless. I had once overheard two employees quietly