CHAPTER 8
899 Words
Third person’s POV
The moonlight spilled through the floor-length glass window, casting a silver glow on her soft features. Anyone seeing her now would believe a nymph had floated down from the heavens to rest quietly in this room.
Arthur sat still, unmoving, watching her sleep. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed—an hour, maybe more. He didn’t care. The girl before him… she wasn’t just anyone. She was his.
How badly he wanted to wrap her in his arms, kiss every corner of her delicate face, and make up for all the lost moments. The warmth they should have shared through the years, the comfort, the laughter—he wanted to give her all of it now.
Now that she was here—this close—he understood how deeply he had missed her. He was afraid to even close his eyes, scared that she might vanish when he opened them.
She was his calm.
His miracle.
His princess.
He slowly lifted her hand from her stomach and kissed it gently, then pressed it against his cheek. Her palm—soft and tiny—barely filled half of his hand. And yet, it fit so perfectly.
She didn’t stir.
He began caressing her hair gently, and soon a soft smile crept onto her lips.
“Ight...” she mumbled faintly.
He leaned in, his breath caught in his chest.
“Knight…” she whispered again, and it broke him inside. The name. His name. The one only she ever used.
Emotion surged through him like a tide. She was really here.
He leaned forward, placed a warm kiss on her forehead, and whispered, “Goodnight, princess.” He knew he had to leave before morning. He didn’t want to frighten her with his sudden presence.
He reached the door and paused, turning back one last time.
She had curled into a soft ball, sleeping like a kitten.
He smiled, heart full.
Still a baby.
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He had been sitting quietly for an hour, unseen in the small patient family room. The darkness in the cabin, lit only by moonlight, had made it easy to stay unnoticed.
But he saw everything.
He didn’t know who the man was, but watching him whisper gently to his daughter, kiss her forehead with care, and leave without a sound… he knew the stranger meant no harm.
His eyes drifted to his daughter—his angel. The same girl who had unknowingly saved his marriage, who had brought love and joy into a broken home. Years ago, when he and his wife had adopted her, they were on the verge of falling apart. But she changed everything.
She was their miracle. A gift from the heavens.
He walked toward the bed and gently brushed her hair. The girl who had filled the emptiness in his heart.
A soft hand touched his shoulder.
“Honey, it’s late. Our baby must be tired,” his wife whispered, leaning on him. She kissed Rainah’s cheek and smiled.
Together, they stood in quiet gratitude before heading back to their room—hearts full, their world safe.
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The city glowed beneath the night sky, but inside the penthouse, darkness seeped through the walls.
He stood by the window—naked, cold, and twisted. Behind him, the woman on the bed lay motionless, discarded like trash.
He didn’t bother to look at her.
She didn’t matter.
None of them did.
He clapped twice. Two maids entered, heads bowed low. Silently, they began dragging the unconscious woman away. They didn’t flinch. They’d seen worse. They knew better than to speak.
He remained still, eyes fixated on the glass, but his mind was elsewhere—on her.
No matter what he did, the urge remained. No woman could satisfy the storm inside him. But she—that girl—she ignited a fire. She reminded him of her. From the past. Her face, her softness, that same innocence that drove him insane.
A dangerous smile curled on his lips.
“Baby girl… you’re mine.”
He had never touched himself like this before—he never needed to. But tonight, thinking of her made him feel alive. Again.
His twisted fantasies grew darker. And this time, he swore—
“Nobody can save you from me.”
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Flipping through a new book, he sighed.
No matter how he tried to read, he couldn’t stop thinking about the video his assistant had sent—Arthur, carrying her in his arms.
He hadn’t expected this girl to resurface. Not like this.
And now… there could be consequences. He knew too well that secrets never stayed buried forever.
The past was dangerous. If it came out—it could ruin everything.
He set the book aside, lost in thought. His mind raced with damage control.
Their reputation. His son’s public image. The legacy.
He picked up his phone and typed a message:
“Join us for breakfast tomorrow. Important.”
To his surprise, Arthur replied almost instantly.
‘Maybe he really wants to see his old man,’ he smiled bitterly.
They had been too busy—he with his empire, she with her fashion empire. In chasing success, they had lost the little boy they should have known better.
Regret sat heavy on his shoulders. But pride remained, too.
Maybe this breakfast would be the beginning of something new.
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