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“You’ve had years to protect her if that was your intention.” A heavy silence followed. Then Sam spoke again. “I made a mistake.” My father scoffed bitterly. “That’s an understatement.” Sam didn’t look at him. “I thought I was securing my position within the company,” he continued quietly. “And instead you helped destroy a family,” my father said. Sam nodded once. “Yes.” My uncle sighed impatiently. “This emotional nonsense is boring me.” He turned toward the guard. “Put her in the car.” My heart pounded harder. “No!”

Squinting at Sam, Bonnie asked curiously, "Who? When? Do I know them? What's your relationship with them?" Amused at Bonnie's serious face that resembled a stern parent, Sam chuckled and explained, "They are Mr President's son and his driver. I bumped into them when I came out of the hall. They sent me to the hospital, so in order to repay them, I..." "Hold on..." Before Sam could finish her statement, Bonnie interrupted, "What did you say? Mr President's son? How did you know Mr President's son?" "You've forgotten I now work as a cook in tbe presidential mansion? Have met his six years old son a couple of times"

And a certain sadness in his heart that he tries to ignore while coming here, how would his biological father reacts to him in person. Axel knew, the man have no idea he exists. That he had created a son who lives on the other side of the world. The first son who bears his name. Axel did his little research on how his biological father is living his life in this part of the Phillippines. Mr. Alexander Brussel will have the biggest surprised in his life! But he doesn’t want to meet him as his son. He only want to know how he is personally. Axel is a grown up man and have passed the feeling of wanting to have a father beside him. It is enough for him that he had his mother and Giovann. They ar

And as we walked, Sam's story unfolded like a dark, twisted fairy tale, full of secrets and lies, of pain and betrayal. And I knew, in that moment, that I was hooked. Hooked on Sam, on his story, on the secrets he kept hidden behinAs we walked, Sam's story poured out like a river, carrying me along with its twists and turns. I listened, entranced, as he spoke of his childhood, of the curse that had been placed upon him, and of the struggles he had faced. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the story stopped. Sam's eyes snapped back to mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins.

"And Daniela, you consent to this adoption?" I stood up. "Yes, your honor. Thomas has been Sam's father figure for a year plus now. He's patient and loving and everything Sam needs. I can't think of anyone I'd rather have as Sam's legal father." "I see that Sam has written something for the court. Sam, would you like to read it?" Sam nodded and pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. His hands were shaking a little, but his voice was clear. "Your honor, I wrote this essay about choosing my father." He unfolded the paper and began to read.

He’d better watch his back because we are coming for him in full force and his indulgent father won’t save him this time. I settled in front of Mr. Sam, smiling innocently and interrupting their serious conversation. “Could you please help me carry him for a while I make the breakfast?” “Sure thing,” he replied right away, without even thinking about it. Of course, he wouldn’t need to think about it. He was his father, and he would definitely agree to hold his son for as long as he wanted, if not forever, at least for a while. Mr. Sam reached out as I crouched a little and handed him his son. Alex giggled and held onto him tightly like a parasite before moving around happily and gently tappi

A wave of something sharp and raw clawed its way through me. Eden. I clenched my jaw, the name reverberating in my mind. I was too young to remember everything back then. But what did Eden, my brother, have to do with our father’s death? I glanced up. Sam sat stiffly, his face a mess of bruises. He was in this condition because of me. Because I needed answers. “Where’s the diary?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady. Sam opened his briefcase and pulled out a leather-bound book, old and worn. He hesitated, then looked around, lowering his voice. “There’s more, sir. I couldn’t say it out there.”

I look straight at the one in front of me, where I no doubt fell asleep mumbling to him. Samuel Tolino Beloved son, husband, and father Sam and I went in wanting to hate each other but when you get over there, when you go through your training and then get shipped to a godforsaken land where everything is out to kill you, you quickly realize how stupid it is to have a feud mainly because of your father's differences. Sam and I were a lot alike. Neither wanted power, just wanted to be a part of something different, something that meant something.

“That’s the spirit Daddy likes. You have to recover quickly, so you can go home, so Daddy won’t worry anymore.” Reno nodded slowly, then leaned back on his pillow. “Daddy, read the story again, okay? So I can sleep dreaming of Mommy.” Samuel gave a thin smile, holding back the pain in his chest. He opened the picture storybook again, his voice calm though his heart was breaking. “Alright, Daddy will read. This time it’s about a brave little prince…” Reno closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep with a small smile. Samuel closed the book and gazed at his son’s face for a long time. His hand gently caressed Reno’s head.

When he reached us, he leaned slightly over the edge. “You came,” he said, his voice warm and surprised. I nodded. “Yeah I did.” But his eyes quickly shifted… to Nolan. “This is Nolan,” I said, following his gaze. “My son.” Nolan straightened politely, offering a small smile. “Hi, Uncle Samuel.” Samuel blinked, then chuckled. “Hey, buddy.” His eyes flicked back to me, curious. “Didn’t know you’ve got a kid. With that hot body, couldn’t have imagined it.”