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They both looked really cool with each other, especially Emily seeing her for the first time. I was so happy because Emily had never been this close with anybody other than me. What is so special about this young lady that both father and daughter liked her on the first meeting? "I asked myself." I'm not going to kill you, I was a little pissed off with her behavior. "I never said you were, I heard her murmuring." I didn't respond and continued walking, letting her come with me if she wanted to or not. I'm pissed that she doesn't even trust me, maybe. I shouldn't have stretched a helping hand to her in the first place, I turned back to see if she was coming or not. Yeah, she was walking in slow steps as if she was afraid of a demon. "I finally led us to the garden, one of my favorite places in the house. I always come here whenever I want to be alone." "Are you okay? I asked. I expected those reactions when I said that amount." "Is it little?" I asked, teasing her for a bit.

"I went outside, and there it was the car. Not just any car, but the latest model of a sleek, black BMW, shining under the morning sun like something pulled straight out of a billionaire's magazine. My heart did a little flip, the kind that reminded me I didn't belong here. Never in my entire life had I imagined that I would be stepping into a car like this, and with no other person than Damian Cole, the most powerful, most feared, and richest billionaire in all of Los Angeles." A uniformed bodyguard walked swiftly around the car, his face blank, his movements professional, as though opening the door for someone like me was part of a sacred duty. With a small nod, he pulled the handle, and the car door opened smoothly. "I hesitated for a second, my fingers clenching around the hem of my dress." The world outside felt like mine, ordinary, flawed, stained with poverty and survival. "But the world inside that car? That was his world. Damian Cole's world. The thought sent a nervous ch

The day we had all been waiting for finally arrived. For once, it wasn't me who woke Emily up, it was the other way around. My little girl was the first to get out of bed, already bouncing with excitement before the morning sun had even settled over the horizon. Her laughter echoed faintly down the hallway as she called out for Amara to help her get ready. By the time I stepped out of bed, Emily was already dressed in her school uniform, all thanks to Amara. Her tiny shoes were polished and shining like they were made of glass. Her hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, with a red ribbon that danced as she moved. She looked beautiful, radiant. "For a moment, I stood in silence, watching her from the door. Days like this reminded me how much she'd grown and how much I didn't want her to grow too fast." I took a deep breath, dragging myself into the shower. The hot water did little to wash away the restlessness sitting in my chest. Today was Emily's big day, her school kindergarten eve

The following morning, I was all set to leave for Damian Cole's house. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the strap of my sleek black gown in front of the mirror. It hugged my body in all the right places, simple yet elegant. I was reaching for my handbag when Amaya walked into the room. "You look beautiful, sis," she said with a warm smile. "Thank you, love," I replied, trying to sound calm though my heart was racing. "Are you leaving now?" I nodded. "Okay then," she continued, leaning against the doorframe. "I think the car he sent for you has been waiting for about ten minutes. I heard the engine while I was in the backyard." I froze for a second. "Oh, I didn't even notice. Thanks," I said, adjusting the strap of my handbag again partly to delay, to steady myself. As I walked out, I caught Amaya's gaze following me; take care, sis, she said. The sleek black car parked by the curb glistened under the weak sunlight. The driver, dressed in a black suit, stepped out imm

A new sense of resolve began to crystallize under her anger. If they were going to bring a stranger near her daughter, then she would not be sidelined. She drew back from Seth and squared her shoulders, the thin flame under the exhaustion of new motherhood and the older embers of her pride burning bright. "Then do your job," she said, voice cold and steady. "Find her. Watch her. Make sure she is who they claim. And if she's anything but what they say," She let the threat hang there, uncomplicated, final, "then I will do more than make her life difficult, Seth. I will make sure she never sits across from my child and calls herself family." Seth's face settled into that rare, private look she knew, conciliatory and calculating at once. "Understood," he said. Seth resumes to kiss her again but this time around in a seductive way that she can't resist. He carelessly moves his hand all around her soft skin while she lets out a little moan, he was holding on to her mouth because she love