LOGINElias POVDarkness surrounded me like floating in warm water. There was no pain here. No memories of betrayal or rain, just peaceful silence.I drifted, unsure if I was asleep or somewhere between life and death. Then, in the middle of the endless black, a small point of light appeared. It grew like a tiny star blooming in the void. A small figure took shape within it.It looked like a child — no older than four or five — with glowing skin and bright, curious eyes. The figure floated closer, bare feet dangling in the darkness.“Hello…” a soft, melodic voice called out. It sounded like wind chimes and laughter mixed together. “You’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you.”I stared at the small bright figure, my heart aching with a strange mixture of fear and warmth. “Who… who are you?” I whispered, my voice echoing strangely in the space. “Am I dreaming? Is this real?”The child tilted their head. “I’m the one growing inside you. I’ve been trying to talk to you for so long, but you
Elias POV Emily’s hand tightened around mine for a second before she nodded. She gave me a small, reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll be right back, okay? Just rest. Don’t worry.” I wanted to tell her to stay, but the words stuck in my throat. I simply nodded and watched as she stood up and followed the doctor out of the room. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone with the steady beeping of the heart monitor. The silence felt suffocating. I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing. What could be so bad that he needs to speak to her privately? The strange looks from the doctors earlier replayed in my head. The way they had glanced at me with surprise, concern, something almost like pity. My chest felt tight again, an heavy pressure hit me again. Minutes dragged by. I could hear muffled voices outside the door, but I couldn’t make out the words. Emily’s voice rose once with disbelief, before dropping again. My hands clenched the blanket tightly.
Elias POVThe door to my hospital room opened again after what felt like only a few minutes of uneasy silence. Dr. Harlan stepped inside, but this time he wasn’t alone. Three other older doctors followed him — all wearing white coats, their expressions serious and professional. One carried a tablet, another had a thick file in his hands. The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly, becoming heavier.Dr. Harlan cleared his throat and offered me a small, relaxed smile. “Mr. Elias, how are you feeling now? We’ve reviewed your initial vitals and symptoms. To be thorough, we’d like to run a full MRI scan as soon as possible.”My heart skipped a beat. I sat up straighter in the bed, ignoring the slight dizziness that came with the movement. “An MRI? Why? You said it was probably just a viral thing from the rain and stress. Why do I need a scan?”One of the elderly doctors, a man with graying hair and glasses, stepped forward. “We want to rule out any underlying conditions. Your combinati
Damien POVI stared at Monica across the dining table, the strange pressure in my chest still refusing to ease. The behaviors from the kitchen staff only made me more irritated. I leaned forward slightly, staring directly at Monica eyes. “What exactly is your gain?” I asked coldly. “You came into my house and intimidated my staff. What game are you playing, Monica?”She didn’t even flinch. Instead, she turned away from me with a sweet, dismissive smile and waved a hand toward one of the trembling servers.“Serve the meal,” she ordered lightly, as if I hadn’t spoken at all. “Make sure it’s well served, Damien likes his food properly prepared.”The server hesitated for half a second, eyes darting nervously toward me, before quickly moving to obey. Three plates were placed on the table with shaky hands. The rich aroma of roasted meat and herbs filled the air, but it did nothing to calm the storm building inside me.Monica gestured gracefully toward the chair at the head of the table. “
Damien POVI pushed the chair back with a scrape and stood up, the restless pressure in my chest refusing to ease no matter how much whiskey I poured down my throat. The folder on Elias still lay open on the desk like a haunting dream I couldn’t ignore. I needed air. Something to drown out this fucking feeling that something was slipping away from me.“Victor, with me,” I said curtly, already heading for the door.Victor fell into step beside me without question, his usual cheerful energy still present but watchful. We walked down the long corridor toward the private lounge where Monica was waiting. The unease in my chest twisted harder with every step, like invisible fingers digging deeper.The moment I stepped into the dimly lit lounge, I saw her.Monica stood near the large windows, her body swaying slightly with that signature seductive grace. Her waist was narrow, hips full and inviting, the tight dress she wore clinging to every curve like it had been painted on. She turned whe
Damien POVI leaned back in my leather chair, as I slowly turned another page of Elias Carter’s file. The folder felt too thin, too empty for how much space the boy had started taking up in my head. I scanned the lines again, jaw tightening with irritation.“His mother died just hours after giving birth to him,” I muttered, more to myself than to Victor. “Complications. And the father has hated him ever since… for reasons no one seems willing to write down.”Victor stood across the desk, arms folded, watching me carefully. “We don’t have much on the kid yet, Boss. He is a real recluse and hardly does anything noticeable. He works like a dog for that family even though they treat him like dirt.”I flipped another page, fingers pressing harder into the paper. “Why does someone keep crawling back to people who clearly don’t want him? It doesn’t make sense.”Victor shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Some people are built that way. Loyal to a fault. Or maybe he’s still hoping
Elias POVFour weeks had passed since that painful morning in my father’s office. Four weeks have passed since I handed over every file, every contact, and every carefully negotiated detail of the building project to Fred. In that time, he had thrown money at the project like it was endless — hiri
Elias POVThe rest of the morning dragged on like a weakened hare. By the time lunch hour arrived, my stomach was churning from hunger and anxiety. I hadn’t eaten anything solid since breakfast, and the dull ache in my body made every movement feel heavier than usual.I headed down to the company c
Fred POVI adjusted my designer suit jacket as I walked out of the elevator. The familiar feeling of home hits me—that I own the company. This was supposed to be my kingdom. Mine. Yet that bastard still had the nerve to breathe the same air as me. Walki
Damien POV I leaned back in the leather chair, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette burning between my fingers. The sharp burn of alcohol slid down my throat as I took a slow sip, followed by a deep drag from the cigarette. Smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling. The door to the room op







