Prologue

Cedric Killian Hunter was dying. And even though whatever the doctors told him he knew that his time had come and there was no point in stopping the inevitable. He did not even want to do that in the first place.

Cedric Hunter had been a man of his own name and caliber and he had certainly made his own place in the world and in the society with his skills and charms. The country which had consigned him as an outcaste and a bastard had been forced to give him the place and the title that he actually deserved. He had done a lot in his life too claim what was his and it had definitely not been very convenient either. But what was handed down easily to the future generations, they never came to understand it’s true value ever.

He had no regrets in his life, except maybe one. Cedric Hunter was a name which was known and revered in every field that he had touched and stepped foot in. Except family.

There he had been an utter and complete failure. He could never been a proper husband, or a proper father to any of the children he had sired. And the number was no little at all. Most men would shudder to think of the seven children that he had sired. Four of them were bastards, out of wedlock and all of them were his sons along with another daughter of his who never came to knew him. While the two daughters that he had were born of the result of his one marriage which he had made in order to seal the deal as the country’s most revered politician. He never desired to be the Prime Minister or anything close to it. But name, he had been able to relinquish his father’s name and his family’s name no doubt.

He had never even thought about caring for any of his sons or daughters till he had his first attack. And now that he was bed ridden he knew that he was going to die alone. And no one was going to be by his bedside, probably his butler and only two friends who were also his secretary and his lawyer. All of his children were accomplished in what they had done. There had been no help and no support from any one at all but still they had been true children to their own father and he was proud of them. But he could not meet them and tell it to them any longer.

He had made one grave mistake all his life. Never understood the value of family and never ever gave them any importance at all. The ones he had and the ones he could not have all of them. And that was his biggest regret of all. He had seen them from afar and seen them walking in the exact same steps that he had walked. It was strange how the blood ties are never really gone even though you grow up in different families and different countries altogether.

But not any longer. Even if they did not accept that he was their father, that did not change the fact and he was going to do his part to bring them to the right path and understand the value of love and family before it was too late.