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He was New York’s most untouchable billionaire… Until a four-year-old boy called him “Daddy.” At his mother’s birthday gala, Ethan Hartwell receives the ultimate shock— a child with his face, his blood… and a pink ribbon tied like a gift. Vivian Rong never planned to return. Not after her sister stole her life, her lover betrayed her, and the world branded her a liar. But her son is dying. And Ethan Hartwell is the only man who can save him. Now, forced back into a world that destroyed her, Vivian must face: the billionaire who doesn’t remember her, the family that erased her, and the enemies who would rather see her dead. But this time… She didn’t come back to beg. She came back to win.

Seven years after leaving the country, I returned home with my five-year-old son. The moment my stepsister saw me, her eyes filled with contempt. "I always wondered what you were doing overseas. Turns out you were out there sleeping your way around for money. And now you've come back with a kid in tow." I was about to fire back when my stepmother cut in, looking smug. "You came back because you heard Victoria is about to marry the CEO of Sinclair Group, didn't you? Hah! You used to throw yourself at Elliot. It's a good thing Elliot wasn't blind and knew to choose Victoria instead." She let out a cold snort. "Take your bastard child and get out of my sight. Otherwise, you'll be sorry if you're still here when the Sinclairs arrive." I glanced at the five-year-old boy holding my hand and smiled. Elliot? Please. The guy would be grovelling on his knees the second he met my son.

After my grandmother passed away, my parents brought me back from the countryside to the city. That was when I learned I had a younger sister, born a mere year after me. My mother sat me down and reminded me that as the oldest sister, I needed to learn to yield to my siblings in everything. I nodded quietly, understanding my place. In this household, I ranked fourth. Later, my little brother was born, and my standing effortlessly plummeted from fourth to fifth. The turning point came during the summer of my sophomore year of college. When I returned home for the holidays, I discovered the front door had been outfitted with a brand-new, high-tech smart lock. They had completely forgotten to mention it to me. Clutching a dead phone, I sat on the hot concrete of the stairwell, waiting from two o'clock in the afternoon until ten o'clock at night. When they finally emerged, they were dragging luggage behind them, laughing and chatter-boxing about the highlights of their recent vacation. The four of them were wearing matching family T-shirts. Naturally, there wasn't one for me. As my dad begrudgingly attempted to program my thumbprint into the system, he let out a sharp, irritated click of his tongue. "The master administrator account only permits five profiles. There's no room to add another." My mom barely looked up. "Just set her up with a temporary guest token. We can manually authorize her whenever she decides to visit." As I stood there stunned, my brother laughed. "Shelly registered the dog's nose print into the system. She said he's an important member of the family. Guess that leaves you out of the slot!" In a family of five, the dog claimed the fifth tier, and I ranked sixth. That very night, I quietly filled out the application to join a classified frontier research program. I understood that when a visitor's time ran out, the only proper thing to do was take their leave.

After dropping the big news of my pregnancy on my husband, Maxwell Ford, who loves me to the moon and back, I expect him to burst into tears out of elation. But I don't expect him to harbor a slightly guilty look. "I'm sorry, Val. I'm still not ready to become a father just yet. Can we only work on having another child after a few more years?" Although I can't bear to part with my unborn baby, I still go through a medical abortion obediently. Three years later, I accidentally witness Maxwell holding another woman's hand as they pick up a little girl from kindergarten. With a wide smile on his face, Maxwell picks up the girl and says, "It's your third birthday today, sweetheart! Why don't I give you the position as the only heiress to my company as your birthday gift?" As I stare at the family of three walking away from me, I feel as though I've been plunged into an icy abyss. It turns out that Maxwell is lying about not being ready to become a father. He just doesn't like the child that I bear…

"Sign it. Your three-year contract is up, and Vivian is back. I don't owe you anything else, Elena." For three years, Elena was the perfect, hidden wife to Alexander Vance, the ice-cold billionaire CEO. She tolerated his neglect out of loyalty, loving him in silence. But on the night of their third anniversary, Alexander coldly slid divorce papers across the table to marry his childhood sweetheart. Elena didn't beg. She signed the papers, left the diamonds behind, and walked away. The next morning, she discovered the ultimate twist: “”The pregnancy test was positive.”” Knowing his ruthless family would seize her child as a corporate pawn, Elena vanished without a trace. Five Years Later. Elena returns to the city, no longer the meek girl he discarded. She is now a brilliant, wealthy biotech consultant with an iron will and a dangerous secret—a genius four-year-old son who looks exactly like his father. Elena only came back for one thing: to use Vance Enterprises' medical tech to cure her son's rare illness, then disappear forever. But during a high-stakes corporate meeting, her son accidentally crashes straight into Alexander’s legs. Alexander looks down into a face identical to his own, then up at his "forgotten" ex-wife. His eyes darken with absolute, possessive fury. "He's four years old, Elena. Do the math for me. Because if you can't... my lawyers will."

Five years ago, he promised me forever but then he disappeared without an explanation, I lost everything, my future, my reputation, and the only man I'd ever loved. Forced out of the country while carrying his child, I swore he would never discover our son's existence. Now I'm back for one reason only... and I plan to leave before he ever sees us but fate has other plans. The moment our eyes meet again, the past comes crashing back and before I can escape, my little boy runs toward us. "Mama... who is this man?" The color drains from his face as he stares at the child with his own eyes. "Tell me..." he says, his voice trembling for the first time in years. "Is he my son?" The secret I protected for five years is about to destroy us all.