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303. Give Me My Child!
Alyana turned at the sound of the voice and saw Oscar standing there.He was the one who had just said he wanted Franco to be his father.Her heart skipped.She forced a stiff smile, then bent slowly to his height, placing both hands gently on his shoulders.“You don’t know what you’re saying, son,” Alyana said, her voice tight but controlled. “Don’t let yourself be manipulated by what you see or hear from these people. Not everyone is a good person.”Oscar shook his head immediately, his small brows drawing together in stubborn disagreement.“No, Mother,” he insisted. “He is the Ruffian Lord. He’s well known. Everyone knows him. They know he is a good person.” His eyes sparkled with fierce admiration. “I saw him on television when he saved hundreds and thousands of people. He is my superhero. He’s my favourite.”He swallowed, then lifted his chin with surprising boldness.“And I swear, Mother… I love him. I want him to be my Papa.”The words struck Alyana like a blow.She slowly with
302. Making A Choice
This was the very question Alyana had waited years to hear.For so long, she had dreamed of the day Franco would hold her close, look into her eyes, and ask her to be the mother of his child—ask her to let him be the father of her babies. She had imagined the warmth in his voice, the sincerity in his gaze, the certainty of love behind the words.She had wished for that day more times than she could count.And now—look.The day had finally come.But she felt nothing.No joy. No excitement. No fulfillment of a long-cherished desire.Instead, her heart felt heavy.If Franco had asked her alone—if he had chosen her and only her—it would have meant everything. She would have given him her answer without hesitation.But that was not what was happening.Franco wasn’t asking out of love.He was demanding.“I will become Oscar’s father,” Franco said firmly, his jaw tightening. “And in return, Muna will be Oscar’s mother.”The words landed like a blow to her chest.Alyana stared at him, disbeli
301. An Offer!
Although Alyana had never intended to apply that principle to Franco and Muna, she found herself cornered by her own lesson. If she refused outright, what would that teach Oscar? That her words were empty?She inhaled slowly, steadying herself.“Fine,” she said at last, stepping aside and gesturing toward the door. “You both may come in.”Franco and Muna wasted no time. They stepped past her into the house, careful and silent, as though afraid the invitation might be withdrawn at any second.Once inside, Alyana walked ahead of them and took her seat. She crossed her legs deliberately, folding her hands on her lap, her posture composed but guarded.Her eyes settled on them.“So,” she began coolly, arching a brow, “I would love to ask a question.” A faint, sarcastic smile touched her lips. “What brought the Ruffian Lord and his wife to my house? Am I suddenly such a good person that I warrant your visitation?”Franco parted his lips to respond, but before he could form a word, Muna step
300. Never Judge By First Mistake!
“I already gave you a response, and it is no!” Alyana snapped, her voice echoing through the hallway. She didn’t hesitate for even a second. “I don’t want to have a word with any of you. So you both can get lost!” She folded her arms tightly across her chest, her glare sharp enough to cut. “What other form of response do you need before leaving my house? Or do you want me to call the cops on you?”Muna exhaled slowly and brushed her hair back, masking her irritation with a thin smile. Beside her, Franco’s patience was already wearing thin; the tight clench of his jaw betrayed him.Just as he had suspected, Alyana was causing a scene.He had known from the start that she would say—or do—something explosive. It was exactly the kind of confrontation he had hoped to avoid. Still, forcing himself to remain composed, Franco stepped forward and softened his tone.“Listen to me, Miss Blackwood,” he said calmly, lifting his hands in a mild gesture of surrender. “We’re not here to fight. Do you
299. Get Lost!
Muna immediately flashed Franco a warning look.“Franco,” she said firmly, lowering her voice, “I thought we already discussed this.”He shrugged, unapologetic.“Yes, we discussed it,” he replied evenly. “But I still need to make it clear to her that she should count herself lucky you’re her granddaughter.” He folded his arms. “Imagine if it were someone else who treated me the way she did—and still expected me to be nice? That would never happen.”A faint smile curved his lips, but there was no warmth in it. He shifted his gaze back to Granny.Granny lowered her eyes, the earlier confidence fading from her face. Guilt settled heavily in her expression.She knew Franco was telling the truth.She had wronged him—deeply. In more ways than she could even fully remember. There were insults she had thrown casually, humiliations she had caused publicly, and wounds she hadn’t even realized she inflicted.She should indeed count herself fortunate.Fortunate that Franco loved Muna enough to ob
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