I swiftly approached my son, Marco, enveloping him in a tight embrace. His expression clearly displayed surprise and discontent. "Hey," he grumbled. "Come with me, my dear. I will provide you with everything your heart desires," I assured him. "Where are we going? Will Daddy accompany us?" he inquired innocently. "No, my love. It will be just you and me, son. I aim to make amends and grant you a new home," I beamed at him. However, in an unexpected turn of events, he forcefully pushed me away and sprinted towards Marcus, embracing him tightly. "I want Daddy," he sobbed. As I gazed upon my son Marco, tears cascading down his face, my heart shattered. He pleaded with me not to separate him from his father, Marcus. I yearned to heed his plea, but I knew I had to remain resolute. I had to remove him from Marcus, regardless of the immense pain it caused. "No. You must come with me, son," I insisted. "Samantha, please do not coerce our son. He is too young to comprehend the entiret
"Does this mean I have two mothers?" he inquired.I was taken aback when Marco asked me, his brows furrowed with confusion as he asked about Sofia, whom he referred to as "mom."My heart skipped a beat, and my blood began to boil beneath my skin. I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself before responding."Marco," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration, "Sofia is not your mother. I am your real mother."His eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the flicker of doubt crossing his face. It was as if the foundation of his existence had been shaken, leaving him unsure of the truth he had believed for so long."Dad told me to call her mom. But she’s so very strict and bad," he said.Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I leaned forward and blurted out, "How did Sofia...how did she treat you?"Marco's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions before he finally met my gaze. His voice was tinged with a hint of sadness as he began to recount of the events.Marc
Marcus narrowed his eyes, his expression morphing into a mix of disbelief and anger. He glanced at Elijah, who stood beside me, his face etched with confusion. I could see the wheels turning in Marcus's mind, trying to make sense of the situation."Well, Samantha," Marcus sneered, "I didn't expect you to stoop so low." His voice dripped with disdain.I swallowed hard, pushing down the guilt that threatened to consume me. This lie was necessary – a desperate attempt to protect Elijah from Marcus's wrath. I had learned Marcus manipulate and control those around him before. But today, I had made up my mind. No longer would I allow him to hurt the people I cared about.Elijah's grip tightened around my hand, providing me with the strength I needed. "Why don't you just leave us alone, Marcus?" he shot back defiantly.But suddenly, Marco's voice echoed through the air, catching both our attention. We turned to see him sprinting towards us, with Lydia close behind. My brows furrowed in disap
Elijah glanced at me, noticing the emotions written all over my face. Concerned, he approached me and asked if I was okay."Are you okay, Sweetheart?" he asked, surprising me with that endearing term."Sweetheart?" I questioned, taken aback."Yes, we're already a couple, aren't we?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips."Yeah," I smiled back."Then that will be our special name for each other, alright?" he asked sweetly.Honestly, I wasn't entirely comfortable with it, but I didn't want to offend him by refusing."O... Okay, sweetheart," I reluctantly agreed.Elijah suddenly pulled me into a comforting hug. I took a deep breath and told him that I would allow Marco to see his father."Seriously?"Elijah asked in disbelief.Elijah was taken aback by my words, but for the sake of my son, I was willing to set aside my pride. I couldn't bear to see him lonely and crying because of my own stubbornness and hatred towards Marcus."Absolutely," I replied confidently.I sat across from Marco,
I never thought I would ever see her again. My former mother-in-law, Madam Stella, sitting on a wheelchair and looking so frail and sickly. I couldn't believe my eyes as I stood frozen in front of her.As I stood there, taking in the sight of Madam Stella, I couldn't help but feel a hatred bubbling inside of me. My hands clenched into tight fists, my jaw set in determination. Memories of the past flooded my mind, making my blood boil with anger.Madam Stella, the woman standing in front of me, was one of the root of all my pain and suffering.She noticed me and her eyes widened in surprise. I could see the shock in her face as she struggled to get up from her wheelchair.“Samantha, is that really you?' she whispered, her voice weak and trembling.I nodded, unable to find my voice. I couldn't believe that in my return to this town, Marcus's life had completely changed. I had heard rumors about him losing his company, but I never thought it would come to this.I saw Marcos approaching a
"It's Baby Dallas’ birthday," I said in peace.It had been years since I lost my beautiful baby boy, Dallas. The pain of his passing was still fresh in my heart, and every year on his birthday, I would visit his grave at the cemetery. It was the only way I could feel close to him again.As I walked through the rows of headstones, my heart felt heavy with sorrow. I couldn't help but think about him.Finally, I reached Dallas' grave and knelt down in front of it. Tears streamed down my face as I placed a bouquet of flowers on his headstone.“Happy birthday, my sweet baby boy,' I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.Just then, I heard a familiar voice behind me. “Mommy!” it said.I froze, thinking I was imagining things. But then I heard it again, more clearly this time. “Mommy!” I turned around and to my surprise, I saw my ex-husband, Marcus, standing there with our son, Marco.“Marco is looking for you,” Marcus said, his voice soft and gentle.“Why did you know that I'm here?” I as
A month had passed since my father's passing, and just when I thought life couldn't throw any more surprises my way, Elijah dropped a bombshell on me."You will be the new CEO of Monte Verde Corporation ," he announced, a smile playing on his lips.My eyes widened in disbelief. Was he serious or was he just messing with me?"Are you joking, sweetheart?" I asked, unable to hide my skepticism.He shook his head, his smile unwavering. "I'm not kidding, Samantha. You deserve this opportunity. You've proven yourself time and time again."I couldn't fathom accepting such a role. How could I become the CEO of a company I had never even worked for?"I can't accept this. I'm sorry, but I don't deserve it," I declined, my voice filled with uncertainty.Elijah's expression turned serious as he explained, "You can't refuse this. It's not just an offer, it's a provision in Zeus Damian's will. We have to honor his wishes. This is legally binding, granting you ownership of all his assets."He turned
Elijah burst into my office, catching me off guard as tears streamed down my face once again. "Samantha, you can't let yourself be consumed by this all day," Elijah said firmly, his concern evident in his voice. "Please, take a moment to compose yourself. Your father wouldn't want to see you like this," he urged, his words filled with compassion. I poured out my heart to him, sharing all my troubles, and he responded by pulling me into a tight embrace. "I'm here for you, Samantha. Trust me, things will get better," he reassured me, a warm smile gracing his face. "There's a time for everything," he added, his words carrying a sense of wisdom. His words brought a smile to my face, and somehow, I felt a glimmer of hope in what he said. "For now, focus on the company. Distract yourself and find solace in your work," he advised, his voice calm and soothing. "Don't let sadness consume you, because you deserve happiness," he said gently, his words resonating within me. "Honestly, I