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The Truth

Rachel POV I woke up early the next day, already dressed. I was meeting Chloe and Isabella today-I'd finally been able to contact them. They'd been worried sick about me ever since I got kidnapped at the library. I had a feeling they knew about Damien's identity. The least I could do was meet up with them and tell them the truth about everything. I was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, crouched down to help Leo comb his hair. He'd insisted on following me around all morning. "Mama, Papa's awake. Shouldn't we see him first before we meet your friends?" he asked. I sighed. Ever since we both woke up, Leo has been telling me how Damien visited last night. But I wasn't ready to see him. Who knows-he might be furious at me for keeping Marcus's identity a secret. And I wasn't ready to see that anger in his eyes when he looked at me. I knew I probably deserved it. I hid something that big from him. But I was scared of how this might push us apart. So I'd rather delay the mome

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

The Messenger

Damien POV I walked toward the dining hall this morning, my body still aching, my skin still pale from blood loss. But a small spark of excitement flickered in my chest-I was going to eat breakfast with Rachel and Leo, like old times. But when I entered the hall, I only saw Matteo and Thalia eating with their nanny, Clara. I furrowed my brows, confused, turning to her. "Where are Leo and Mrs. Montrel?" I asked. She blinked, startled. "Oh, I thought you were informed, sir. She went out with Leo to meet her friends. She mentioned she might not be back until later." I gripped the back of a chair, steadying myself. "She went out?" I asked, a sharp ache overtaking my head. I waited for an explanation. For someone to say she'd left a note, or that she'd be back soon. But no one spoke. I turned back to Clara. "Did you all inform Rachel that I was awake now?" Clara nodded. "Yes, Mr. Vance told her immediately when she woke this morning." "And she left despite that and didn't

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

Enough

Rachel POV We finally arrived back at the manor, the afternoon sun about to set. The car parked in the courtyard, and Leo stepped out immediately, grinning and holding bags of toys, clothes, and snacks he'd bought. I chuckled behind him, stepping out and watching as Matteo and Thalia ran toward Leo with wide eyes. "Did you get something for us?!" Matteo asked as Leo showed off what he'd bought. Leo nodded proudly, pulling out a small stuffed dog. "This one's for Scout!" Matteo grinned. "She's going to love it." I watched them for a moment, a small smile tugging at my lips. They were just kids. They deserved moments like this. "That helped him get his mind off things," Mark said from behind me, and I smiled. "Yeah... next time we try to take all the kids," I added. Mark nodded, helping me with my bags as we walked inside the manor. The kids' laughter echoed through the halls, but my mind was already drifting. "I'll drop everything by the room... and inform Boss that y

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

For You

Rachel POV Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. Damien's hand was still wrapped around me, his touch warm and steady after the kiss. His thumb traced my cheek, slow and admiring, as if he was memorizing the moment. I pulled back to breathe, my face flushed because I had initiated the contact. I looked at Damien, who was staring at me in deep thought, his expression unreadable. "You kissed me?" he asked, his voice quiet. I smiled nervously. "We kissed. Multiple times." I turned, averting my gaze. I'd been too brash. I let my emotions cloud my thoughts and just kissed him out of the blue. He sighed, letting me go, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "I see..." he muttered, his hand reaching up to touch my face again. I frowned, seeing his face still furrowed in confusion and hurt. I bit my lip before speaking, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I kissed you because you said I was only staying for Leo," I muttered softly. "Which isn't true. I've grown to love ev

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The First Step

Rachel POV I led my father inside the manor, Leo's small hand still in mine. He kept firing questions at my father, overwhelming him almost immediately. "Why didn't I meet you before, Grandpa?" "So Uncle Marcus is your son too?" "Why are you so thin? Did you not eat breakfast?" I tried to intervene, gently pulling Leo back each time, but he was relentless. My father's discomfort was visible-the way he avoided Leo's gaze, the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his hands clasped tightly in front of him. I recognized the fear in his posture. It was the same fear he'd carried since Vincent Montrel was alive. I didn't blame him. Leo was the son of the man my father was clearly still afraid of. But I appreciated how my father tried his best to answer Leo as much as possible, even when his voice wavered. "This place is... big," my father said as we stepped up the stairs. "We can make a room here for you too-" "No, no, no." My father shook his head, averting his gaze. "Bu

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Two Worlds

Rachel POV Seven months had passed in what felt like a breath. I blinked, and suddenly everything had changed. Leo was finally enrolled in school-an elite private academy for the children of politicians, celebrities, and high-status families. He had been nervous at first, still traumatized by the past. He clung to my side, reluctant to let go. But over time, he had grown more confident. He had made friends, joined extracurricular activities, and even started extra classes to prepare for when he would inherit my business. The business had grown far beyond what I'd ever imagined. We had three luxury hotels now-each one a sanctuary for wealthy travelers who valued discretion. We'd expanded into event planning, curating exclusive experiences for elite clients. It was clean. It was legitimate. And it was something Leo could inherit without shame. My father had found his place in it too. He started small-organizing files, checking in on teams-but he was happier than I'd seen him in yea

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Six

Rachel POV Leo's birthday celebration was the next day, and I'd been incredibly busy and stressed, trying to make it the perfect party-not just for him, but to impress his classmates. I stood in the ballroom I'd rented out for him, working with the event planner to arrange Leo's party decor. The room was vast and elegant, with tall windows letting in the afternoon light. Tables were being draped in soft linens, and a small stage was being set up for the children's games. I sighed, exhausted but hopeful, when I felt someone press against me from behind. I turned to see Damien, his arms already wrapping around my waist. I blinked, surprised. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be working with... well, you know." Damien shrugged, his lips brushing my ear. "Can't I be here to help with Leo's party?" "Well..." I started, but I was interrupted by the event manager, who suddenly appeared by my side with her assistant trailing behind her. She was smiling widely, her

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

The Reckoning

Damien POV The party was finally over. The ballroom was quiet, the last of the guests gone, and the manor felt like it was exhaling after holding its breath all day. I carried Leo up the stairs, his small body warm and heavy against my shoulder, his breath slow and even in sleep. Rachel walked beside me, but her steps slowed as we reached the top of the stairs. I knew where she was going before she even turned. "I'll be there in a minute," she said softly. I caught her wrist gently. "You're exhausted. You've been running on fumes all week." "I know." She gave me a tired smile that didn't reach her eyes. "But I need to check on him first. Just for a minute." I sighed, but I didn't argue. I carried Leo to his room, laying him down with practiced care. He stirred briefly, mumbling something about the chocolate fountain, then settled back into sleep. Scout padded over and curled up at the foot of his bed, her tail giving a single, tired wag. I tucked the blanket around him and pres

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

Until We Meet Again

Rachel POV I woke to an empty bed. The sheets beside me were cold. Damien never came back to the room last night. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, the memory of his absence settling like a stone in my chest. Something was wrong. I could feel it. I threw off the covers and ran, not bothering with a robe or shoes. I dodged servants and guards who tried to block my path, ignoring their startled calls. My nightgown whipped around my legs as I sprinted through the halls. I reached Marcus's medical wing and threw the door open. And froze. The bed was empty. Fresh sheets. No machines. No monitors. No Marcus. A smile broke across my face. He must have woken up. He was alive. I spun around, already leaving the room, my mind racing. Where would he be? I checked every room, my hope building with each step. But there was no sign of him. No sign of the doctor either. No one to ask. I walked the manor in silence, my hope slowly curdling into worry. Then I saw him. Damien stoo

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

Epilogue: Two Years Later

Damien POV Two years had passed since Marcus left, and life had been peaceful since. The air was warmer, fuller, alive. Rachel's business had grown further and expanded into many other sectors. Her name-Rachel Owens-had become a reputable brand in the business world. Of course, I was still running the Montrel empire secretly, ensuring it never mixed with Rachel's legitimate businesses and Leo. Speaking of Leo. I was seated on the benches with Alessandro beside me and the other parents. Leo was eight years old now, and he'd taken up some extracurricular activities-mostly following in Matteo's footsteps. Though he seemed to have inherited none of Matteo's musical talent. Matteo sat a few rows ahead, his violin tucked under his chin, playing with the kind of precision that came from years of practice. He was eleven now, tall and composed, his focus absolute. He had his grandfather's intensity, but Alessandro's charm. I watched beside Alessandro as Leo blew into the trumpet

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