A Wife For Him Hearts Under Contract

Raising Kids

Levi’s eyes darted from Daniel to Elias, confusion clouding her expression as though she could not quite process the words she had just heard.

Her brows knitted tightly, and her voice came out shaky but insistent as she asked, “Elias… do you know this man?”

Elias, still rubbing the last traces of sleep from his eyes, nodded without hesitation.

His voice carried the blunt honesty of a child, unbothered by the weight of the moment.

“Yes, I know him, Aunt Levi. That’s Mom’s rude boss.”

Immediately Levi’s lips parted in disbelief, her hand slowly rising to her chest as if to steady her racing heart.

“Wait… wait a second,” she stammered, her tone stumbling over each word, “are you telling me this man standing here is…”

Before she could finish, Daniel’s deep voice cut through the air, sharp and deliberate.

He stepped forward with calculated poise, his expression firm, almost enjoying the suspense of interrupting her.

“Yes,” he said, his tone low, carrying the authority of someone used to being obeyed. “I am Mr. Blackwood.”

The sound of that name seemed to drain the warmth from the room. Levi froze, her shoulders trembling as the truth sank in.

Elias pressed himself tighter against her side, sensing the tension even if he didn’t fully understand it.

The air hung heavy—until the sound of hurried footsteps broke it apart.

From the hallway, Irene appeared, her hand firmly holding Ethan’s smaller one. Her brows were furrowed, her face pale but set in quiet strength.

She stopped in her tracks at the sight of Daniel in her living room, standing tall and proud as though the space belonged to him.

For a moment, she simply blinked, unable to believe the reality in front of her. Then her lips parted, her voice firm but laced with disbelief.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone sharp but not loud, the kind of voice that trembles with suppressed anger.

Daniel didn’t answer her immediately. Instead, he let out a scoff, slow and deliberate, before strolling across the room.

Each tap of his polished shoes against the floor seemed like a reminder of his authority.

His eyes scanned the small home, not with curiosity but with disdain, as though every corner personally offended him.

After a pause, he gave a short, humorless chuckle and said, “So this is it.

This cramped little box you call a home how pitiful and how unfit for raising my kids.”

He brushed his hand across the edge of an old shelf and instantly pulled it back, flicking his fingers in distaste as if the dust had somehow dirtied him.

His gaze trailed up toward the ceiling where cobwebs lingered, and he shook his head slowly, his lips curling into a sneer.

“Cobwebs, dust, suffocating walls.

And yet you expect two boys to grow up here?

This—” he gestured with a sharp wave of his hand around the room, “this is what you think is acceptable, Irene?”

Levi swallowed hard, stunned into silence as Elias clutched her arm, his young eyes wide and uncertain.

Ethan hid halfway behind Irene’s legs, his tiny fingers clutching her hand tighter.

Irene’s jaw clenched, her breath trembling in her chest but she forced herself to stay rooted, though every nerve in her body screamed to throw him out.

Her lips curled into a half-cringe, half-scoff expression, the kind that silently asked, who the hell do you think you are? She tightened her arm protectively around Ethan and inhaled sharply, steadying herself.

When she spoke, her voice was cold, cutting each word carefully.

“Do you even realize what you’re doing right now? Barging into someone’s home at dawn, humiliating them in front of their family, as if you have the right to?

Do you even hear yourself, Mr. Blackwood?”

She gave a short, bitter laugh, one that didn’t carry amusement but burned with anger.

“And what exactly do you mean by I’m raising your kids? Because last I checked, I don’t recall you ever handing any child of yours over to me.”

The words struck, but Daniel only narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening as he turned to face her fully.

He spread his hand in a slow, commanding gesture toward Elias and Ethan, his voice like steel.

“Well what I mean, Irene, is that those two boys are mine whether you accept it or not.”

And immediately the room seemed to collapse into silence.

As Levi gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth as though the weight of his words had physically knocked the air from her lungs.

Elias stiffened beside her, his little head tilting upward with confusion, his young voice whispering, “Mom… what does he mean?” he asked

As Ethan pressed himself closer into Irene’s side, his small hand trembling in hers.

Irene froze, her entire body trembling now, though her eyes never left Daniel’s.

Her lips parted, disbelief and fury warring in her chest. Her voice came out sharp, shaking, but strong.

“What did you just say?” she asked, her tone low, incredulous.

But Daniel did not waver his eyes locked onto hers, his hand sliding into his pocket with calm assurance. “ Well I knew you’d try to deny it,” he said, pulling out a folded envelope and snapping it open.

Then he held it up, the paper catching the dull light of the room. “But denial doesn’t change the truth.

This—” he flicked the page slightly for emphasis, “is a DNA result confirming the fact that those two boys are mine.”

And immediately Levi’s eyes widened as though the floor had fallen beneath her.

Irene’s chest rose sharply, her breathing suddenly unsteady.

Elias and Ethan looked on with innocent confusion, unaware of the storm unraveling in front of them.

Irene’s voice cracked through the silence, trembling but scathing.

“Wait… wait, are you telling me you took my children’s DNA… without my knowledge? To test against yours?” She laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and hollow.

“What gave you that impression, Mr. Blackwood?

That we’ve ever had anything to do with each other that could ever lead to you becoming the father of my kids?”

At her response Daniel’s smirk faltered for just a second before his pride tightened around his expression again.

His tone was flat, and controlled.

“I didn’t think so either infact I never imagined I had any connection to a woman like you.

” He paused, his jaw tightening as something flickered briefly in his eyes.

Then his voice hardened again as he continued

“But my father thinks otherwise.

He insisted on the test and the results don’t lie.

Whether you accept it or not—those boys are mine.”

Levi let out a shaky breath, whispering, “This… this can’t be real.” Elias clutched her hand, pressing closer.

And Ethan buried his face into Irene’s side, his tiny shoulders shaking.

Irene’s fists curled tight at her sides, her nails biting into her palms.

Her chest rose and fell with fury as she stared Daniel down.

When she finally spoke, her voice was like a whip, steady but vibrating with restrained rage.

“No, Mr. Blackwood.

You may have your father’s delusions, and you may have a piece of paper.

But the truth—the only truth that matters—is this: they are my children mine and not yours and certainly not your father’s.

Well then you leave me no choice Irene he said with a smirk and then with a clap of his hands a man opened the door and walk directly inside.