LOGINPov Samuel
Though I had agreed to Emelia's wish to stroll through this upscale shopping mall, make no mistake — I never once truly lowered my guard. The moment we stepped beyond the mansion's gates, I had already deployed several of my finest men, each one blending seamlessly into the crowd as ordinary visitors. Even Papa Lucas, a man driven by an almost feral protective instinct, was doing the same at this very moment.
We would not allow a single crack of vulnerabil
POV SamuelIn truth, there was a tremendous hesitation lodged deep within my chest at the thought of agreeing to Emelia's request this time. Venturing to a place so far from the reach of my primary surveillance — the very idea unsettled me, made me afraid. And yet, every time I looked into those beautiful eyes of hers, brimming with hope and quiet longing, I found myself utterly incapable of uttering a single word of refusal. Beyond that, I had made a promise to myself — a vow I intended to honor — to fulfill every dream, every wish, that my beautiful wife carried in her heart.And so, the day before our departure, I immediately ordered the forward-line team of my men to move ahead. Their mission: to sweep and ensure that the remote flower garden and its surrounding area were completely sterile, entirely clear of any potential threat or danger.I would not allow even the smallest oversight to tarnish my woman's day of happiness.Co
"Our firstborn grandchild shall be named Albert!" Papa Arturo announced grandly, his voice slicing through the quiet of the living room the moment we all arrived home from the hospital."Absolutely not!" Papa Lucas fired back without missing a beat. He rose from the sofa, planting both hands on his hips with the air of a man who would not be moved. "His name will be Maxim. It sounds far stronger and more distinguished!""That's not your decision to make, Lucas! He is my grandchild!" Papa Arturo protested, shooting his co-grandfather a look of indignant reproach at the unilateral proclamation."Have you forgotten that he is also mine?" Papa Lucas shot back, his brow furrowing deep with barely concealed frustration.I could only smile softly at the spirited — if thoroughly ridiculous — debate unfolding before me. My fingers moved in slow, tender circles over my rounded belly, cradling the warmth of the life growing within. My gaze
Emelia's POVI feel like an absolute queen right now. Whatever I desire, whatever I ask for—Samuel, Papa Lucas, and Mama Melissa will always rush to fulfill it without exception.From the childhood dream of going shopping with a mother, to visiting the beach with the man of my dreams, to something as simple as a relaxed dinner together—everything has been made real, and made perfect. Ah, I feel wrapped in an overflowing happiness each and every day.Without my even noticing, the days have slipped by so quickly that my pregnancy has officially entered its fourth month.Fast, isn't it? Samuel—my impossibly overprotective husband—hasn't set foot in his office once this entire time. He always uses the excuse that he still cannot bear to be far from me because of the baby's sympathetic effects on him. Though lately, I haven't seen him suffer through a single bout of nausea or complain of headaches from his symp
"Sir, Madam Emelia's adoptive family is outside and insisting on a meeting," one of my men reported the following morning.I stilled my fingers, then snapped my laptop shut with a single sharp motion. I fixed him with a flat stare, and a heartbeat later, the glint in my eyes turned savage. I knew perfectly well the purpose behind the Perez family's arrival at my mansion at this ungodly hour. After what had transpired at the shopping center yesterday, they had come to grovel, beg forgiveness, and plead for me to lift the business sanctions I had levied upon them."Drive them away. Right now. I have no interest whatsoever in parasites like them," I said, my voice carrying a tone that invited no argument."Yes, sir. It will be done immediately," he answered obediently, bowing low before striding out of my private study.I leaned back in my chair, a devil's smile spreading across my lips—slow, deliberate, and drenched in satisfaction. Yest
Pov SamuelThough I had agreed to Emelia's wish to stroll through this upscale shopping mall, make no mistake — I never once truly lowered my guard. The moment we stepped beyond the mansion's gates, I had already deployed several of my finest men, each one blending seamlessly into the crowd as ordinary visitors. Even Papa Lucas, a man driven by an almost feral protective instinct, was doing the same at this very moment.We would not allow a single crack of vulnerability that could harm my wife or our unborn child.That was precisely why, the moment my eyes caught sight of Ana — my wife's adoptive mother — advancing toward us with a gait saturated in contempt, I was already at the edge of my patience. I was a half-step from intercepting her path. But my feet came to an abrupt halt when I heard the volley of sharp, clear words spilling from Emelia's lips.A thin smile curved beneath my black mask. Pride thundered through my chest as
POV EmeliaI couldn't hide the smile that kept blooming on my face from the moment I stepped inside this luxurious shopping mall. Honestly, I had longed for this moment for such a long time — the chance to browse and shop leisurely with Mama — a childhood memory I never once had the privilege of tasting. I wanted to reclaim every piece of time we had spent apart. Buying matching outfits, hunting for the same handbags, and laughing freely the way a mother and daughter were always supposed to.Every now and then, I glanced over my shoulder and stifled a quiet laugh at the sight of Samuel walking at a steady pace several feet behind us. Look at him — my husband looked exactly like a personal bodyguard. Dressed in a crisp black formal suit, matching trousers, and his face half-concealed behind a black medical mask, his
Rosalina suddenly snatched a firearm from one of Lucas’s bodyguards. With both hands trembling from raging fury, she pointed the barrel of the gun directly at me. "I will make you pay for all of this, Samuel!" she screamed with deep-seated vengeance. She seemed to have lost all reason and fe
The atmosphere in the front yard of my estate turned chilling within minutes. The darkening evening sky seemed to welcome the impending storm. After ensuring Emelia was safe with a multi-layered protection team in the underground bunker, I strode out onto the front porch with wide, calm steps.
I was enjoying my meal with Emelia when I looked up as one of my men stepped inside in a hurry. He informed me that Bianca’s parents—who were also Emelia’s adoptive parents—were currently outside the house looking for me."Samuel, what should we do?" Emelia asked, her
I arrived home as the night grew much later. Without wasting any time, I went straight to the bathroom to clean my entire body, washing away the remnants of the foul atmosphere that had clung to me after the meeting. Once I felt clean, I stepped toward the bed to join Emelia.Look at her. Wa







