Luke’s P.O.V.“Luke, I want to meet you now.” I can’t believe my ears when Daisy calls and directly asks to meet up.I’m seated on the sofa, holding the phone to my ear, staring straight ahead in shock. “What—what did you just say?” I ask, stammering.She repeats, “I want to meet you, Luke.”After composing myself, I question, “Okay. Where?”“Bocado Cafe.” She hangs up before I can say anything else.Daisy didn’t want to see my face until yesterday. Now she wants to meet me. Why?***I sit outside the cafe, waiting for Daisy to arrive. As she approaches, she gives me a pointed look before taking a seat beside me.She is wearing a simple top and jeans, yet looking beautiful. How does she always manage to look so pretty?“Look, I’m only here for Hope,” she begins, looking directly at me. “She’s getting attached to you, so I’ve decided not to keep her away from you any longer. You can stay with her during the daytime while I’m at work.”I stare at her in surprise. She’s giving me permiss
Daisy’s P.O.V.As I enter my room, the sight before me brings tears to my eyes. Hope and Luke are sleeping, with Hope lying on top of him. It seems like a dream. After the way Luke threw me out of his life, I never thought I would ever witness this moment.However, deep inside, I always longed for it. I truly wanted my daughter to experience a father’s love. Thank God, Aunt made me understand, and I didn’t make the mistake of keeping them apart.I was furious when Aunt told me that Luke took Hope to my apartment when I clearly instructed him to leave before I returned. But all my anger disappears as I witness the sight before me.I take my phone out of my handbag and capture this blissful moment with a smile on my face.After approaching them, I put the comforter over them and lean in to give a peck on Hope’s forehead. I stand up, controlling the urge to kiss Luke’s forehead.I truly hate the fact that I’m still drawn to Luke. After all these years, he still has the power to drive me
Luke’s P.O.V.I sit on the sofa, holding my head. The memories of how I treated Daisy in the past revolve around my mind, driving me crazy with guilt. She never deserved that treatment. I want to kill myself every time I recall the past.However, now I promise myself that I’ll fill Daisy’s life with beautiful moments so she’ll forget every painful memory. I’m never going to give up on her.As the door to Daisy’s room swings open, my eyes widen in surprise. Daisy is wearing the dress I bought for her today, the one I imagined her in. But to be honest, she looks even more beautiful than I had imagined. I didn’t think she would wear this dress.I can’t take my eyes off her. She looks out of this world.“Daddy…” As I hear Hope’s voice, I lower my gaze to her. She stands, holding her mommy’s hand, wearing the matching dress. She looks as adorable as always.“Daddy, how do we look?” she asks, placing one hand on her waist and pouting at me.I chuckle at her expression and rise from the sofa
Daisy’s P.O.V.As Luke stands beside me, holding out his hand, I am just about to rise from the sofa, ignoring him, but Hope places my hand in his, giggling.A smile flashes on his face as he clasps my hand, sending a shiver down my spine. Yes, his mere touch still affects me like this, and I hate it.“Go, go, Mommy and Daddy!” Hope squeals, standing on the sofa and bouncing on it.I take a deep breath before standing up. Luke leads me to the dance floor after passing me a small smile. Five years ago, I yearned for his affection. Now, when Luke is finally treating me with kindness and care, I feel baffled.Part of me wants to push him away, to maintain the walls I’ve built around my heart to protect myself from getting hurt again. But another part of me, a part I’ve tried to bury deep inside, yearns for love from him.As we stand in front of each other on the dance floor, I look everywhere except at him. He grabs my waist with one hand and entwines my fingers with his other, drawing m
Luke’s P.O.V.“Wow! You both look so good together,” Eva compliments when Hope shows her the dance video of Daisy and me.We’re at Eva’s apartment. I brought Hope here from school.“You know, Granny, Mommy and Daddy kissed each other on the lips,” Hope tells her, giggling as she sits in her lap.I rub the back of my neck, blushing, as Eva stares at me in surprise. “Your relationship with Daisy is progressing so fast. I’m quite surprised.”Before I can say anything, Hope clarifies, “When Mommy and Daddy were about to kiss my cheeks, I moved away. And then…”Hope and Eva’s laughter fills the room, while I recall our last night kiss. Anyway, it wasn’t a kiss; it was just a quick peck which intensified my desire to taste her lips. Only I knew last night how I controlled myself from grabbing her hair and devouring her luscious lips.***“Daddy, let’s video call Mommy. Hope is missing her.” Hope requests, sitting in my lap, munching on her chocolate cookies while watching her rhymes on TV.
Daisy’s P.O.V.As I pack the bags for the trip, Hope goes to the washroom to pee. She made me pack all the dresses she had purchased with her father a few days ago.“Mommy, come!” As I hear Hope’s shout, I immediately rush to the bathroom, worried about her.“What—” As I enter, my words trail off, seeing the sight in front of me. Hope has spilt shampoo all over the clothes.I march towards her, scolding, “Hope, what did you do?”“Mommy, I was just washing my hands,” she says, giving me an innocent look.“But, Hope, it’s shampoo,” I explain. “We wash our hair with this.”“Oopsie-Topsy, Mommy. Hope forgot.” She giggles, and I shake my head in disbelief at her condition.“Now I have to bathe you.” I kneel and take off her dress.“Yippee… I’ll bathe again.” She claps her hands with delight because she loves to play with water in her little pink bathtub.“Hopi, don’t tell me you did this deliberately to take a bath.” I give her a wary look, placing my hands on my waist.She shakes her head
Luke’s P.O.V.I admire my little princess who sleeps soundly on the bed in the private jet. Daisy has gone to the restroom. I can’t believe I’m going on my first vacation with my family. It feels unreal.I never thought that after coming to New York, my life would change like this. Meeting Hope, feeling a strong connection with her, meeting Daisy, then learning Hope is my daughter—everything seems so surreal. And now, here we are, flying together in my private jet.Despite all the mistakes I’ve made in the past, I’m grateful for the second chance to be a part of their lives, to be Hope’s father.My trance breaks as the plane suddenly shakes, and Daisy falls onto my lap. My hands automatically grab her bare waist to steady her. She clutches my blazer, and our gazes lock. Our heartbeats quicken, and our breathing becomes heavy because of our proximity.She looks even more beautiful up close. I can sense her body shivering because of my touch on her waist, and I’m getting hard beneath he
Daisy’s P.O.V.Luke was right last night. It’s true that his touch still affects me, but I hate it. This time, I can’t let my feelings overpower me. I can’t afford to let myself get swept away by his charm again. I came on this trip for Hope, not to reconcile with my ex-husband.I’ve worked so hard to rebuild my life without him, to find happiness and fulfilment on my terms. I can’t let myself be drawn back into the cycle of heartache and disappointment.And how can I forgive him after the way he cheated on me? I lost myself because of him.I lie on a lounger chair in the backyard, dressed in a two-piece white swimsuit beneath a white shirt. Hope and Luke are enjoying in the infinity pool. She is sitting on a flamingo float and splashing water on her father while giggling.It’s getting difficult for me to resist Luke. The water cascading down his chest and the sunlight make his muscles look even more defined. Seeing his brown wet hair, I feel an urge to run my hands through it.Contro
Luke’s P.O.V.With a heart full of love, I watch my five-month-pregnant wife and our six-year-old daughter twirl hand-in-hand beside the ocean on our private island. This beach is their happy place, and we make it a point to visit every three months here. It seems as if this place has become our second home. As it brings them joy, it’s become my favourite destination as well.Daisy looks as beautiful as ever in a white colour sundress. Pregnancy has made her glow even more, and her beauty takes my breath away every time I look at her.I capture their few photos. Daisy’s hair flows freely in the wind, and Hope’s giggles fill the air. I feel fortunate for the life we’ve built together.With a smile on my face, I approach my lifelines, feeling the sand shift beneath my feet. Daisy looks up, her eyes sparkling with love and contentment.Hope runs towards me, her arms outstretched. “Daddy, let’s play in the water!” She exclaims, grasping my hand and pulling me towards the water.I chuckle,
One Year LaterDaisy’s P.O.V.It’s been almost two years since Luke re-entered my life and transformed it into heaven. Every day feels like a beautiful dream. Luke has permanently moved to New York, and we bought a new home a few months ago.I sit comfortably on the sofa, admiring my husband as he tucks our daughter into bed. Now, Hope has a lavish room filled with all the toys and gadgets imaginable. Luke wants to spoil his princess with all his love.“Get ready to be spoiled by your daddy like your sister, little one,” I murmur, placing my hand on my growing baby bump.I’m five months pregnant and glad to have Luke with me this time. My first pregnancy was so difficult without him by my side. Now, every kick, every flutter feels more special because he’s here to share it with me.He handles my mood swings so well. Even when I wake him up in the middle of the night for ice cream and going out, he never complains. He attends every doctor’s appointment, holding my hand and reassuring m
Daisy’s P.O.V.I lie on the bed in his shirt after the shower—or I should say, after the wild fucking session in the bathroom. Luke fucked me in every corner: placing my legs on his shoulders on the countertop, from behind pinning me against the glass door, on the floor, and, of course, under the shower, pressing me against the wall with my legs wrapped around him.That's how our first night after marriage is going, full of passion. I'm so sore but still yearning for more.However, it’s a mystery why he didn’t let me remove his T-shirt.“Close your eyes, Butterfly,” Luke orders me in a soft tone, standing in front of me in a wet shirt, a towel wrapped around his waist. “I have a surprise for you.”My eyes shine at his words, and I immediately close my eyes, my heart thumping with excitement.After a few seconds, I hear his gentle voice. “Now you can open them.”I stare at his face in confusion after opening my eyes. He gestures for me to look down, and as my gaze shifts, I gasp.He is
Luke’s P.O.V.After the reception and changing our clothes, we leave for our honeymoon on my private jet. As Daisy sits beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, I admire her with a smile on my face.I still can’t believe that Daisy has become my wife again. She looked out of the world in her wedding gown, the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. I can’t get that image out of my mind.“Luke, I’m not feeling good,” she says, raising her head from my shoulder to meet my gaze. “This is the first time I’m going somewhere without Hope.”Even I feel a pang in my heart, leaving Hope at home, but it’s our honeymoon. We’re keeping it short and have planned a long trip with Hope next week. At first, Hope wasn’t ready to let us go alone, but after we bribed her with the promise of a special gift and extra ice cream for a week, she agreed reluctantly.“I know, Butterfly,” I reply, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close. “I miss her too, but it’s just for three days. And remember, we
Daisy’s P.O.V. “Daddy, it must be hurting you so much.” Hope sobs, sitting beside Luke on the hospital bed, and I stand behind her. “No, princess. Daddy is fine.” Luke wipes her tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry.” This was the reason I hadn't let Hope meet Luke for two days. I knew she would cry, and seeing her tears would break Luke's and my heart. She can't bear to see her favourite people in pain. But she had been begging to see her daddy, and I couldn't keep them apart any longer.Luke is recovering fast, and he’ll be discharged from the hospital within a week. Seeing him injured breaks my heart too, but I know I have to be strong for him. "But you look hurt, Daddy.” Hope sniffs. “Hope can’t see you like this.” She pouts sadly at him. Luke glances at me, and I can see the pain in his eyes from seeing our daughter so worried. I blink at him in reassurance. “Hopi, Daddy is just a little injured.” I place my hands on her shoulders and squeeze them slightly. “He will be back to p
Luke’s P.O.V.I take a deep breath, my heart racing with anticipation, and ask, “Will you marry me?” With trembling hands, I stroke the ring, brimming with excitement, “Is your answer yes?”She beams at me. “Of course, idiot. It’s a big yes.” She giggles, her eyes sparkling. “That’s why I’m wearing the ring..”Overwhelmed with the joy, as I try to rise from the bed to hug her. But I hiss in pain, feeling the sharp sting of my injuries. “Fuck! Aa...”Daisy’s expression instantly changes from joy to concern, and she gently pushes me back onto the bed. “Luke, please don’t strain yourself. You need to rest and recover,” she scolds me in a soft tone, caressing my cheeks with her thumbs.I nod, settling back onto the bed, but I can’t wipe the grin off my face. “I’m fucking so happy, Daisy. You’ll be my wife soon and forever.” I can’t believe she is giving me a chance to become her husband again. Last time, I was a cruel husband, but this time, I’ll be the loving husband she truly deserves.
Luke’s P.O.V. I open my eyes, feeling sluggish and confused. The bright lights above me sting my eyes, and the sterile smell of the hospital reaches my nostrils. My entire body feels heavy, and there’s a throbbing pain in my head. How did I end up here?Then I realise I had met with an accident. My heart pounds as the flashes of the accident flood my mind. The screeching tyres, the impact, the sensation of being thrown forward.However, when I see Daisy standing beside my bed, her eyes filled with love instead of hatred, I feel as if my all physical pain vanishes away. Tears stream down her cheeks, but she’s smiling through them, holding my hand tightly.She leans in closer and brushes a strand of hair from my forehead. “Luke, you’re awake. Thank God. I was so scared.” Her voice trembles and her fresh tears drop to my face.I can endure anything—the accident, the pain—but I can’t bear the sight of tears in her eyes. It shatters my heart.“Butterfly, don’t cry. I’m here,” I whisper,
“Go away, Luke. I don’t care if you die or live any longer.”My last words to him echo in my mind as I drop to my knees beside Luke’s lifeless body. My hands tremble as I touch him. “Luke, please wake up,” I plead, tears streaming down my cheeks.But he doesn’t move. He lies there, unmoving, blood pooling around him, his eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber. Seeing him like this is tearing my heart apart. I never wanted to see him in this state, not even when I believed he had betrayed me.“Someone help!” I scream, frantically looking around for help as I place his bleeding head on my lap, my white dress now stained with blood.People gather around us as I embrace Luke, praying for him to open his eyes, to tell me he’s okay.Something falls out onto the ground with a soft thud. My heart skips a beat as I glance down and see a small box lying there, its lid slightly ajar.Without thinking, I pick it up, my fingers shaking as I open it. Inside, nestled within a bed of velvet, lies a be
Daisy’s P.O.V.Mess.I stand at Aunt Eva’s apartment, ringing the bell, and looking like a complete mess—my eyes are puffy, my hair is dishevelled, and my face is pale. Earlier, I had asked Aunt Eva to pick Hope up from school since I wasn’t in a state to face her. Although I’m still not feeling well, I need to muster the strength for my daughter’s sake.Since I saw Luke with Olivia, I have just lost my mind. I don’t understand what I should do. When Luke was begging me to hear him out, I won’t lie—my heart wasn’t melting. My heart was screaming at me to let him explain, but I didn’t because I didn’t want him to fool me again.He kept begging, sitting outside the apartment, and I kept crying, sitting on the other side of the door. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I called the police, and they took him to the police station.I feel a deep ache in my chest as I recall the look in his eyes when the officers led him away. The hurt and longing in his gaze made it hard to breathe. My hea