The next morning, Alexia left the house, using the excuse of meeting a friend for breakfast. Canceling her meeting wasn’t an option.Maximus stayed in bed longer than usual—a rare luxury after years of waking up early.Meanwhile, Leonard searched the mansion for his son but couldn’t find him.“Emma,
Mary had been in the clinic for a week. While she was making good progress, there were moments when she was alone in her room or walking through the gardens where silent tears would fall. She cried quietly, trying to keep her pain to herself.She felt so empty, and that hollow feeling refused to lea
Mary walked quickly toward the front entrance, trying not to look back. But suddenly, she found herself face-to-face with Maximus’s piercing gaze. Her steps faltered, and a hollow feeling settled in her stomach as her palms began to sweat.Peter and Aurora trailed behind her, but they had paused whe
Frank Levett had hired a top-notch private investigator with a single mission: locate Albert Preston.“I need you to find him. I want every detail about Albert, Alexander, and Camilla. They can’t have gone far—they wouldn’t leave their daughter or granddaughter alone for this long.”“Understood, sir
After a long journey, Peter, Aurora, and Mary finally arrived in Galea. At the entrance, Agnes was waiting for them. The moment she saw Mary, she opened her arms wide and said:“Miss Angela! It’s so good to see you here again! Your room is ready, just as you left it.”“Thank you, Agnes! Are you read
“Peter, I…”“Let’s go back to the house. You shouldn’t walk too far, especially on sand—it’s heavy on your legs and could strain the baby,” Peter said gently.The two began their slow walk back to the house. Peter held her hand firmly, making sure she didn’t stumble.“Well, now I need to take extra
After leaving Mary in her room, Peter went to his study and sat behind his desk for a long time. He stared at nothing, lost in thought about how life seemed to play tricks on him again and again. Mary had come back home, but now, she wasn’t the same girl who had arrived years ago. She wasn’t alone a
As the news of Mary’s pregnancy weighed on Peter, forcing him to make a difficult yet loving decision, in Valeria, Maximus visited Alexia at her apartment. He told her the divorce had been finalized, and he was now a free man.“That’s excellent news, love!” Alexia exclaimed, practically jumping with
After a few emotional minutes at Peter’s final resting place, Marcus Bartz gently urged Valerie to leave. The security team had signaled that someone was loitering nearby—a risk Marcus couldn’t afford.“My beloved Valerie, we need to go. It’s dangerous to stay here,” Marcus said, his eyes scanning t
After half an hour of driving, a convoy of three SUVs arrived at the entrance of Flavian Cemetery. From the lead vehicle stepped the striking couple, returning to Valentia after what felt like an eternity away.The man took the woman’s hand and helped her out of the SUV. A bodyguard handed them the
[In Ambervale, two decades later]In a private hangar at Flameco Airport in Eterna, a strikingly beautiful woman with long blonde hair descended from a sleek private jet. Ahead of her was a tall, commanding man with sharp, rugged features, his face partially covered by a neatly trimmed beard and a p
In Ambervale, two months had passed since Albert’s death, and Agent Count had finally uncovered key information related to Albert Preston’s arrest.“Mrs. Catherine, can we meet? I have something I believe will interest you. I’ve sent part of it to your email, but it’s imperative you see the rest in
Peter and Mary arrived home in Galea after their long journey. Mary was still fragile, so Peter had instructed the staff to provide her with all the help she might need. Agnes, ever attentive, had prepared a delicious meal, knowing the expectant mother needed nourishment. She felt it was her duty to
Maximus arrived in Valeria and went straight to see Alexia. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to face her anger, but he hadn’t expected to find her in loose clothing, her eyes and nose red from crying. When his gaze fell on her swollen belly, he felt like the most miserable man alive. She was the mother o
As Marcus learned of Albert Preston’s death, Catherine retreated to her bedroom, carrying the urn holding the ashes of the man who had been her last love. Meanwhile, Peter lay on the bed, gently stroking Mary’s hair. The soothing motion had helped her relax enough to sleep, so Peter remained still,
Marcus Bartz had just settled into a luxurious house along Coravela’s Arcfield Boulevard, overlooking the beach. The property offered stunning ocean views and was fortified with state-of-the-art security systems.It was a sprawling house for a man living alone, and his sudden arrival didn’t go unnot
Hours later, Catherine, Leonard, and Maximus returned to the mansion with Albert’s ashes in a beautiful white onyx urn. Catherine held it as if her life depended on it, her grip tight, her expression stoic. She longed to retreat to her room, where she could grieve in private. Life, it seemed, had de