Two years had passed since that fateful day. The memories of Deyonjay, the betrayal, and the pain were like ghosts, haunting the corners of Krissan's mind. But there was a new light in her life now, a beacon of hope and love that had emerged from the darkness: her daughter, Elena.
Elena was the spitting image of her father, with his striking eyes and a stubborn set to her jaw that reminded Krissan of Deyonjay every day. She had just turned two, a lively, curious child who brought joy to every corner of the mansion.
Krissan had done her best to rebuild her life. She had taken control of her father's empire with a renewed determination, leading with a cold precision that left no room for weakness. Her reputation as a formidable and unyielding leader was well-established, but in the privacy
