"So, what about Mrs. Sonia? Your mother?" asked Elena quietly, looking at Nathan doubtfully. "Will she approve of us? I know... she has high standards for a woman worthy of being her daughter-in-law."Nathan smiled a little and sat down next to Elena. "You know what? I've always admired Queen Elisabeth's designer work."Elena looked at Nathan with dilated eyes. "Really?"Nathan nodded. "She didn't know you designed for the brand. But when you appeared at the press conference in a black dress of your own design, my mom immediately said, 'This Queen Elisabeth designer seems to understand the taste of noblewomen. Elegant but not pushy. She also said that you deserve to be my wife.'"Elena could hardly believe it. "But will your mother accept my four children?""Yes, my mother accepts your four children, Elena." Nathan grasped Elena's hand tightly. "My mother will never reject you again."Elena was silent. Her heart seemed to be gently soothed. For the first time, she felt accepted."Than
Damian still sat silently on the park bench behind the crematorium. A light rain had begun to dampen his hair and shoulders, but he didn't care. His fingers still clutched David's small cross necklace.Isabella walked over, her black dress dragging a bit of wet earth. She sat silently beside Damian, looking straight up at the gray sky.A few minutes passed in silence, until Isabella finally asked softly, "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?"Damian turned his head slowly. "What do you mean?"Isabella smiled bitterly, still staring ahead. "I've heard the viral news. Elena... she is Queen Elisabeth. She also revealed that Alva is of Lancaster descent."Damian frowned."Are you going after her?" Isabella continued, her voice low but piercing. "Because she has given birth to an heir. A son, the heir you crave."Damian stared at his wife for a long time, his face unreadable.However, instead of answering, Damian stood up. He wiped his face wet with rain and tears."I have to ge
Damian looked at Elena, his eyes hopeful, yet also afraid of the answer that would come out of her mouth."Elena, do I deserve a second chance?" he asked softly.Elena let out a long breath, bowing her head for a moment. The wind blew softly, carrying the scent of wet soil and jasmine flowers from the newly sown gravestone."A second chance?" repeated Elena softly. Her eyes slowly looked at Damian, deep, clear, and full of hurt."I'm sorry, Damian..." she said calmly but firmly. "There are no second chances."Damian frowned. "What do you mean?""I've been through a lot, Damian. Years of hiding who I am, raising four children on my own, enduring humiliation from your family, from your mother. And when all those wounds haven't really healed, you come asking for a chance? You have no shame! Woe!""But I'm sorry, Elena. I made a mistake back then. I was too happy when Isabella gave me a boy. If I'd known-""You hurt me even before David was born," Elena cut in sharply. "Not to mention you
The next morning, the sky was still gray, leaving behind the residue of the previous night's rain. Damian stood in front of the old colonial-style house on the edge of town where Elena and her children lived. His hand clutched a small box filled with toys and children's books, something he had bought in the middle of the night when his heart couldn't settle.When the door opened, Elena stood in the doorway, wearing a loose gray sweater and casual pants. Her hair was tied up in a simple bun. Her eyes looked tired."Elena...," Damian began, his voice low, almost hesitant."Damian, it's early in the morning," Elena said calmly. She leaned against the door frame. "What's wrong?""I just... I wanted to see them. Olivia, Katty, and Delya," he replied, trying to smile. "If I may."Elena stared at him for a few seconds. There was no anger, but no warmth either. She nodded slowly, then opened the door wider."Come in."Damian stepped inside, the house was warm and smelled of cinnamon. He brief
"Darling, you are truly a gift to this family." The booming voice of Margaret Lancaster, her mother-in-law, filled the room. "At last, Damian has found a woman who can give him an heir." The smile on Elena's face slowly disappeared when she heard the voice from inside the room. She was about to give Damian—her husband of ten years—the best news of her life. Elena's hand tightly grasped the envelope containing the results of the doctor's examination. She was pregnant with her fourth child. Elena stopped in the doorway. Her eyes froze at the sight before her. A blonde woman with a perfect body was sitting gracefully on the sofa. She was so very perfect. She was Isabella Monroe. A top model who often graced fashion magazines. And now, she was sitting confidently in Elena's house, among her family. "Ah, Auntie, you're too much," Isabella laughed softly, her voice soft yet full of satisfaction. "Don't call me auntie, dear. You are now my daughter-in-law." "Right, call us Mommy and D
"Fine! We divorce, and take your three useless daughters!" Damian's voice echoed in the room, cold and heartless. Elena stood up straight, staring at Damian without a single tear on her face. Then she nodded slowly and turned away without another word. There was no point in prolonging a conversation with a man who didn't even appreciate his own flesh and blood. Her steps were quick up the stairs, heading straight for her children's rooms. Olivia, her eldest eight-year-old daughter, was reading a book on the bed. Katty, six, was playing with a doll, while Delya, the youngest at just three years old, slept soundly, her fingers still gripping the edge of her blanket. "Mommy?" Olivia looked at her mother in confusion. "Why does Mommy look angry?" Elena took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions before speaking. "Honey, we need to get out of here right now."Katty turned her head, her eyes wide. "Leave? Where, Mom?""To a better place." Elena smiled softly, even though her hear
Elena let out a long sigh as she looked at the small apartment that would now be home to her and her three daughters. It was a far cry from the luxurious mansion she had lived in for the past ten years."This is our home now?" Olivia asked quietly, her eyes sweeping the modest room.Elena smiled, trying to look strong in front of her children. "Yes, darling. Our new home."Katty looked at her mother in confusion. "Does Daddy not want to be our Daddy anymore?" Katty's tears flowed freely, further breaking Elena's heart.However, Elena tried to smile in front of her three daughters.Delya, who still didn't understand what was happening, hugged her mother's legs tightly. "I want Daddy, Mommy."Elena squatted down, gently stroking the little one's hair. "Daddy can't be with us right now, but Mommy is always here for you, okay?"Olivia took Elena's hand, trying to encourage her mother. "It's okay, Mom. Mommy will be both mother and father to us," Olivia said.Elena smiled, holding back her
The next day, in front of the registry office, Elena stood tall with her head held high. Her hands clutched tightly around her small bag, while beside her, Damian stood proudly.An officer came in with two divorce certificates, handing them over one by one."This is the divorce certificate, sir, madam. You are now officially divorced," the officer said formally.Elena accepted the deed with a faint smile. Damian, meanwhile, just let out a long sigh, putting the divorce certificate into his coat without looking at it again."You think you can survive without me?" Damian said in a mocking tone.Elena turned her head, raising one eyebrow. "Of course."Damian chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "Don't be silly, Elena. Without my money, you wouldn't have survived. You shouldn't have refused the compensation I gave you."Elena smiled sarcastically. "Oh, so now you're worried?" Damian shook his head slowly, as if taking pity. "I'm just thinking realistically. You have no one, no p
The next morning, the sky was still gray, leaving behind the residue of the previous night's rain. Damian stood in front of the old colonial-style house on the edge of town where Elena and her children lived. His hand clutched a small box filled with toys and children's books, something he had bought in the middle of the night when his heart couldn't settle.When the door opened, Elena stood in the doorway, wearing a loose gray sweater and casual pants. Her hair was tied up in a simple bun. Her eyes looked tired."Elena...," Damian began, his voice low, almost hesitant."Damian, it's early in the morning," Elena said calmly. She leaned against the door frame. "What's wrong?""I just... I wanted to see them. Olivia, Katty, and Delya," he replied, trying to smile. "If I may."Elena stared at him for a few seconds. There was no anger, but no warmth either. She nodded slowly, then opened the door wider."Come in."Damian stepped inside, the house was warm and smelled of cinnamon. He brief
Damian looked at Elena, his eyes hopeful, yet also afraid of the answer that would come out of her mouth."Elena, do I deserve a second chance?" he asked softly.Elena let out a long breath, bowing her head for a moment. The wind blew softly, carrying the scent of wet soil and jasmine flowers from the newly sown gravestone."A second chance?" repeated Elena softly. Her eyes slowly looked at Damian, deep, clear, and full of hurt."I'm sorry, Damian..." she said calmly but firmly. "There are no second chances."Damian frowned. "What do you mean?""I've been through a lot, Damian. Years of hiding who I am, raising four children on my own, enduring humiliation from your family, from your mother. And when all those wounds haven't really healed, you come asking for a chance? You have no shame! Woe!""But I'm sorry, Elena. I made a mistake back then. I was too happy when Isabella gave me a boy. If I'd known-""You hurt me even before David was born," Elena cut in sharply. "Not to mention you
Damian still sat silently on the park bench behind the crematorium. A light rain had begun to dampen his hair and shoulders, but he didn't care. His fingers still clutched David's small cross necklace.Isabella walked over, her black dress dragging a bit of wet earth. She sat silently beside Damian, looking straight up at the gray sky.A few minutes passed in silence, until Isabella finally asked softly, "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?"Damian turned his head slowly. "What do you mean?"Isabella smiled bitterly, still staring ahead. "I've heard the viral news. Elena... she is Queen Elisabeth. She also revealed that Alva is of Lancaster descent."Damian frowned."Are you going after her?" Isabella continued, her voice low but piercing. "Because she has given birth to an heir. A son, the heir you crave."Damian stared at his wife for a long time, his face unreadable.However, instead of answering, Damian stood up. He wiped his face wet with rain and tears."I have to ge
"So, what about Mrs. Sonia? Your mother?" asked Elena quietly, looking at Nathan doubtfully. "Will she approve of us? I know... she has high standards for a woman worthy of being her daughter-in-law."Nathan smiled a little and sat down next to Elena. "You know what? I've always admired Queen Elisabeth's designer work."Elena looked at Nathan with dilated eyes. "Really?"Nathan nodded. "She didn't know you designed for the brand. But when you appeared at the press conference in a black dress of your own design, my mom immediately said, 'This Queen Elisabeth designer seems to understand the taste of noblewomen. Elegant but not pushy. She also said that you deserve to be my wife.'"Elena could hardly believe it. "But will your mother accept my four children?""Yes, my mother accepts your four children, Elena." Nathan grasped Elena's hand tightly. "My mother will never reject you again."Elena was silent. Her heart seemed to be gently soothed. For the first time, she felt accepted."Than
Nathan touched Elena's chin, lifting her face slowly. "I love you so much, Elena..." he whispered, his eyes deep and expectant. "Can I kiss you again?"Elena's face flushed, but she turned her head to the side, shying away. "No, Nathan..."Nathan paused. His face tightened, disappointed but appreciative."Why?" he asked quietly.Elena let out a long breath. "I'm not the slut I was five years ago when I asked for your touch in the car." Elena looked down, if she remembered that incident, she felt very embarrassed. Nathan was about to speak up, but the sound of shoes stomping on the floor made them both turn their heads.A man in an elegant navy suit entered the room with steady steps. His face was gaunt, his jaw firm, and his eyes held a deep hurt."Damian," Elena murmured, her body instantly stiffening.Nathan stood in front of Elena reflexively, protecting her.Damian raised a hand. "Elena, where is my son, Alva."His eyes bore into Elena - and for a moment, there was an indescribab
Elena never expected the press conference this morning to shake the world so quickly. From the moment she stepped out of the Royal Empress Corporation building, her cell phone had not stopped vibrating. Thousands of messages, calls from the media, and even offers of cooperation from various big companies rained down on her.But what surprised her the most was not that.It was the two handsome, young, and successful men who came to her door for one purpose: to propose."Miss Elena," said George Moreau, CEO of Canada's largest technology company, with a charming smile and an intimidatingly confident demeanor. "I've been following your career for a long time. And after seeing that press conference... I knew I couldn't keep quiet any longer. I'd like to take you out to dinner. Would Miss Elena be willing?"Before Elena could answer, the second man spoke up."As for dinner, I've already made a reservation," interrupted Felix D'Angelo, the young Italian CEO who was known as a playboy but a
Elena stared at the tablet screen once more. David's picture was clearly displayed - an innocent face with a weak smile that broke the hearts of anyone who saw it. There was sadness in her eyes, but also something that could not be ignored: a cold feeling that infiltrated silently from a past that was not yet completely dead."I pity that child," Elena said softly. Her voice was almost drowned out in the sound of her own breathing. "He's not wrong. Not at all."Tamara noticed Elena's changing expression. "You look... confused.""I don't know what to do, Tamara." Elena sat back down, her body leaning weakly. "I loved that man once. Then he ruined it all. Wasted me, abandoned my children, and his family-" her voice choked, "they treated my three daughters like they were nothing. Even when they found out I was pregnant with Alva."Tamara sat down at Elena's side. "But you got through it all, Elena. You stood up, you raised them on your own."Elena looked at her friend with slowly hardeni
For the past two months, David, the only son of Damian and Isabella, has been hospitalized in the ICU of a renowned Swiss hospital. The five-year-old boy, once born full of hope and luxury, was now battling leukemia."Damian, David has a fever again," Isabella's voice was soft in front of the ICU room. Her hair, which had always been in order, was now pulled into a makeshift bun. Her face was pale, her eyes puffy.Damian stood next to her, wearing a black but rumpled suit. Her eyes had never really closed in the last two months. "I told them not to stop the chemotherapy even though his body is weak," he muttered, more to himself."David is not strong, Damian... his little body is too tired." Isabella hugged her own body, as if protecting her heart that was about to collapse.Damian clenched his fists. "He is the heir to Lancaster. David must be strong."The doctor walked quickly towards them. "Mr. Lancaster, David's condition is deteriorating rapidly. We need to get him into surgery i
"But I'm still going," Elena said. "Elena..." Nathan let out a long breath. "I know this may sound abrupt. But let me be honest," Nathan said"Just say it, Mr. Nathan.""I love you, Elena."Elena gasped softly. Her gaze darted away, but Nathan didn't let her down. He looked into Elena's face with sincere eyes."Five years I lived with your shadow. Five years I wished you would come back. And now you're in front of my eyes again. I don't want to miss this opportunity."Elena closed her eyes, trying to control her feelings. "Mr. Nathan, I can't return your feelings.""Why not?" Nathan cut in softly. "Is it because of the past? Because of the hurt you got from your ex-husband?"Elena took a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt anyone, including myself. I don't want to open my heart again, Mr. Nathan."Nathan stepped closer, his tone turning softer. "You won't be disappointed if you're with me, Elena. I won't hurt you."Elena looked at Nathan with teary eyes. "You have no idea how hard my