Chapter 2: The Years She Built Alone
The story spread quickly through the city—how the wealthy family had rejected not one child, but four heirs.
But Mariana didn’t care about their shame.
She had already built her world.
Flashbacks filled her mind—the sleepless nights, the hospital visits, the whispered lullabies when money was scarce and hope was thinner than air.
She remembered holding all four babies at once, promising them:
“I will be enough.”
And she was.
Years later, Mariana had become the founder of a successful childcare foundation, helping single mothers who faced the same abandonment she once endured.
Her sons were her pride.
Ethan, the thinker.
Lucas, the protector.
Noah, the dreamer.
Liam, the quiet observer.
Each of them carried a piece of her strength.
Back at the mansion, Edward and his mother were drowning in regret.
“They are our blood,” his mother insisted. “We must bring them back.”
But Edward shook his head.
“No… we don’t deserve them.”
Still, something inside him refused to give up.
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Not for his legacy.
But for redemption.
