chapter 1

In the pristine VIP wing of the hospital, the hallway was silent, polished to perfection, and scented faintly with disinfectant and imported lilies. Outside the delivery room, a man stood with his hands in his pockets, posture composed, face unreadable. Two sharply dressed bodyguards flanked him at a distance. Across the corridor, another set of guards—this time stationed by the woman’s side—stood alert, their expressions tight and eyes never straying from the door.

The man barely noticed them. He wasn’t here out of excitement, and certainly not of concern. The woman giving birth inside wasn't his wife, he wasn't married. They were two strangers, bound by an unintended consequence of a brief, unspoken past. One night that they were both drugged, that was their first meeting, he didn't know she was pregnant and nor did she inform him and after knowing he didn't care, nor did she mention this .They hadn’t met since. There had been no calls, no questions. He hadn’t cared enough to interfere. She hadn’t expected him to. Suddenly, the cries of newborns broke the stillness. High and sharp, then soft and rhythmic. One of the nurses stepped out. “It's a boy and girl. You can come in now,” she said politely, eyes flicking between the two security details with subtle unease.

He stepped forward first.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the air too warm. The woman lay on the hospital bed, strands of her damp hair clinging to her face, eyes half-lidded but open. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling .she didn't look at him, didn't acknowledge him, her body was recovering, and her expression unreadable. Not cold. Just distant.

The two babies rested side by side in the bassinet. He walked over, hands still in his pockets, only leaning slightly to glance in.

The boy moved gently, his face scrunched in his sleep, his small limbs twitching as he whined softly. The girl, smaller, quiet, had her eyes wide, clear, and her skin soft and fair, lips a delicate pink, utterly delicate—and when her eyes met his, she unexpectedly smiled. Barely a twitch of her lips.

But it was clear.

She looked at him, and she smiled.

That was all it took.

Something in him stilled. Then tightened.

She didn't know him -she couldn't -but she looked at him .as if her tiny presence had already claimed something of his before he realized it.

She was so cute. So tiny, not so quiet. He didn't know how to explain it, he didn't need to. He just knew.

He straightened. “I’ll take the girl,” he said flatly, turning to the woman without delay.

There was a pause. The woman on the bed blinked, The woman turned her head slowly, finally looking at him. Her expression didn't change, but for a second, she paused -just long enough to show a quiet surprise. Of the two children, she hadn't expected him to want either. And if he did ......not the girl.

One of her bodyguards stepped forward, frowning, unsure. But she lifted a hand, stopping them.

Her eyes returned to the ceiling. “Fine.” It was one word. Soft. Empty.

He stepped forward, picked up the girl with careful arms, cradling her in his arms. She made a soft sound -half a sigh, half a yawn -and nestled against him like she belonged there.

His fingers curled protectively around her, steady but firm. He didn't smile. But the look in his eyes had shifted -subtle, sharp, and unmistakable.

She was his, to him from the moment she smiled at him, she chose him, so from this moment, he would not let go.

He turned without another glance at the boy and waked out, the weight of the child feeling strangely right in his arms .his bodyguards moved into formation around him. They walked out without another word, past the other set of guards still bristling at their presence.

Outside, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom waited, black and spotless beneath the hospital’s entrance lights. One of the guards opened the door. He stepped in. The door shut.

And just like that, he was gone - with the girl in his arms, and something new in his chest he didn't yet understand.

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Back in the ward, silence settled again. The woman didn’t move. She looked toward the empty bassinet, the one that had held the girl just moments ago. For the first time, her expression shifted—barely. A flicker of something passed through her eyes. “I didn’t even see her face properly,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear. And then she closed her eyes.

(Author note: the father is possessive but it is because she is his daughter ,it's because he felt a maybe a sense of belonging.He already held a preference for girls that even he didn't know so even if the boy smiled he would choose the girl and the father is not the ml )

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