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Chapter 115:
Caiden didn’t hesitate to jump in, his voice dripping with self-importance.
“Daniela, listen to me—you have to realize that everything | do is for your benefit.
You're my...
“If 1 don’t look out for you, who else will? When you mentioned cutting ties yesterday, do you even understand
how deeply that cut me?”
He stared at Daniela’s unfeeling, distant expression, then quickly shut his eyes for a moment, cursing her silently
in his mind.
He reached out to her, his insincere smile growing wider as he spoke.
“Chere, sweetheart. Did | hurt you too much yesterday? Letcheck.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDaniela took a step back. That look—intense and unforgiving—made a knot form in Caiden’s gut.
It was a look he recognized instantly. The sone her mother had given him years ago.
Cold. Unforgiving. Relentless. A headache. Just like her late mother.
Caiden knew Daniela wouldn't fall for threats or compliments. But did it really matter? With all the reporters
here, what could she do?
He'd already pretended to regret his actions. If Daniela dared to challenge him, the next day’s headlines would
be shouting, “Daniela Harper: The Ungrateful Daughter.”
Once that label stuck, not even the top PR team at Elite Lux would be able to fix her reputation.
Reputation was the core of any business. No one would back a company led by a CEO accused of being cold-
hearted toward her own family.
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A surge of triumph rushed through Caiden. Being her father gave him the upper hand.
He straightened his jacket, his chest puffing out with newfound confidence.
And Cedric? Who cared? He was just another man. Sure, Cedric might scare speople, but not Caiden. Cedric
wasn't invincible, and today’s little showdown made that crystal clear.
A self-satisfied grin crept across Caiden’s face.
Katrina, noticing his smug expression, gave his arm a gentle tug, a reminder to tone it down. Caiden quickly
wiped the smugness off his face and replaced it with a mask of warmth and concern. He turned back to Daniela
and said, “Sweetheart, can you just forgive me?”
Daniela stood motionless, her cold, unflinching stare locked on Caiden. It was the first tCaiden had used that
word in years, not since she was five. Sweetheart.
For years, she had convinced herself that she wasn’t worthy—like she hadn't done enough to deserve his love.
She believed that if she worked harder, achieved more, and made herself irreplaceable, maybe, just maybe, she
would finally hear him say “sweetheart.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe had waited for that word endlessly. Even when she topped her class, it never came.
When she skipped grades and joined the elite gifted program, still nothing.
And when she passed her exams at fifteen, becoming the youngest doctoral candidate in her field, it remained
absent.
She had finally accepted that, no matter what she achieved, she would never hear that word cfrom her
father, not in this lifetime. And now, there it was. Caiden, with a forced grin, had finally said it.
The irony was almost too much to bear.
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