All Chapters of Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 72 — THE NAME BURIED IN HER HOUSEPRISCILLA’S POVI barely slept that night. The photograph stayed beside me on the bed, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw the faded seal again. Marlow Holdings. The name felt strange because it belonged to my family, yet somehow I had never heard it before. My mother had hidden an entire life from me. I could not escape it.By morning, I had made up my mind. I was going to meet Grace, and this time I would not sit quietly while she gave me pieces of a story. I needed the whole truth. I needed to know who my mother had been, what Marlow Holdings meant, and why that name had suddenly returned to my life. It mattered.Grace chose a quiet private room inside a small business lounge far from Apex and the places where people knew my face. When I entered, she was already waiting with a folder beside her. She stood politely, but I did not bother with greetings. I sat down and looked straight at her. I refu

CHAPTER 74 — THE LAST MARLOWPRISCILLA’S POVThe message stayed on my phone long after I stopped reading it. The last Marlow has finally been found. I kept hearing those words inside my head, and for the first time, the house did not feel as safe as it usually did. Someone had watched me, found me, and knew exactly who I was.I called Marcus before breakfast and told him to increase security around Pree’s headquarters immediately. I also asked him to review every person who had access to the building, including contractors and temporary workers. I did not know who we were dealing with yet, but I was not going to wait for another warning before protecting my people.“The twins need extra protection too,” I told Marcus, keeping my voice low while looking toward the hallway. “I want their school security checked, their routes changed, and nobody gets close to them without confirmation from me.” Marcus did not questio

CHAPTER 76 — A CROWN SHE NEVER WANTEDPRISCILLA’S POVI kept staring at my name on the document long after Grace stopped speaking. Priscilla Marlow. Sole surviving beneficiary. The words looked strange together, almost like they belonged to someone else. I had spent years building a life without that name, and now a single page was telling me that everything had been waiting for me.“I never wanted this,” I finally whispered. Grace remained quiet across the table. I looked at the documents again and felt a strange pressure in my chest. I never dreamed about becoming part of a dynasty. I never wanted an empire, a title, or people watching my every decision.All I wanted was independence. I wanted a business I could call mine, a home where my children felt safe, and enough peace to stop worrying about the next person trying to take something from me. I had worked too hard to build Pree’s from nothing, and I refused to let an ol

CHAPTER 78— THE MERGER WARPRISCILLA’S POVI walked into the negotiation room beside Creighton the next morning, but I made one thing clear before we sat down. “I am not here as your former wife,” I told him, placing my folder on the table. “I am here as the CEO of Pree’s, and if this works, as a strategic partner.” Creighton nodded without hesitation.“I would not have it any other way,” Creighton replied, taking his seat beside me. There was no argument, no reminder of our history, and no attempt to make me feel like I owed him anything. For the first time in a long while, sitting beside him felt like a business decision instead of an emotional one.The target company's board entered shortly afterward, accompanied by their lawyers and financial advisers. Sterling's representatives were already waiting across the table, looking confident. Their offer was strong, and they clearly expected Cross Industr

CHAPTER 80 — THE NIGHT THEY FORGOTPRISCILLA’S POVThe words stayed between us after I whispered them. Not tonight. I could hear my heartbeat, but I did not move away. Creighton looked at me carefully, almost as if he was afraid one wrong movement would make me change my mind. For once, neither of us knew what to say next. I could not forget how it felt. Tonight.We returned to our table without speaking much. The restaurant had become quieter, and the few people around us were too far away to notice what had changed. Creighton poured another glass of champagne, then looked at me before touching his own glass. I lifted mine, and we quietly drank together. I could still feel the weight of it. Tonight.“Do you remember our first dinner?” I asked, surprising myself with the question. Creighton smiled immediately. “You ordered dessert before the main course,” he answered, laughing softly. I rolled my eyes. “Because I