From the CEO office of the Wright Diamond Corporation, Ethan Wright had been tapping his fingers against his desk, barely able to work, just thinking of the outcome. Ethan checked his watch and concluded it might take another half an hour for the task to be accomplished. To his surprise, however, he received the call from which he had been waiting for, half an hour too early. He narrowed his eyes, seeing the number on his mobile. He calmly leaned back in his seat while answering the call. He said, "Tell me." "Mr. Wright, the kids passed the assessment. They are actually very bright - worthy of the scholarship you offered," said the woman on the other line. "I returned the check that she gave as payment, exactly as you have instructed." Ethan nodded in approval and replied, "Good. Mrs. Kholi, thank you for doing your job. We will continue to support the academy in any way we can, but for now, the scholarship program is already closed. We have enough beneficiaries." "Ummm... Mr. W

"Mr. Wright. You have a sudden emergency meeting," John Garcia revealed right after entering the CEO's office. John's words made Ethan frown, and he answered, "I don't accept late meeting requests. You know that John - " "Sir, it's Mr. and Mrs. Song from Chandgai - across the continent." John nodded before explaining, "Yes, they happen to be around, visiting a relative here in Braeton, so they decided to come and see you." John shrugged and suggested, "At least that is what they said, but I think... they might be assessing the city if it is the right place for their business." A clear grimace became painted on Ethan's face. He checked the time and saw how it was thirty minutes to two in the afternoon, and he was expecting a visit from the chef. Unfortunately for him, Mr. and Mrs. Song were very important people he had to see. They were the owners of the famous theme park that took Asia by storm, considered the best on the continent. Because of the family-oriented experiences they

Twenty minutes earlier. A cleaning lady was vacuuming the carpet of the eighteenth floor. She noticed someone poking at her back. The lady halted her cleaning when she saw two young and adorable children. "Hello, can you point us to the main conference room?" Kenzie asked with her usual bright smile. "Um." The lady was puzzled as to why there were kids in the area, but soon the children gave their reason. "Our Daddy is in the main conference room," added Kenzie before she gave another beaming smile. "Okay. It's that way." The lady pointed and said, "Just take the right turn, and the centermost conference room is what you are looking for." "Thank you, ma'am. Have a good day," said Kyle before pulling Kenzie by the hand. As the two made their way through various divided offices, they came across employees who were shocked to see children inside the building. Still, that did not stop the twins from making their way to the conference room. They had already gone down from the

Ethan's other assistant, Joel, aided Mr. and Mrs. Song out of the conference room and down to the building lobby. The great CEO of the company, however, was left with two little kids, claiming him to be their "Daddy." Despite making him an instant father, he had the kids to thank for the pleasant parting between him and the Songs. So he turned to the little girl who remained in his arms and said, "Thank you for the help. For that, you get anything you want." Kenzie, with her little arms, embraced Ethan and said, "You are welcome, daddy!" She put a finger on her chin before asking, "I want creamy donuts!" "Daddy, I put a checkmark on the checklist here. These are characteristics of our daddy. All of which you possess. Therefore, we conclude, you are our daddy," Kyle suddenly spoke, showing Ethan his tablet. Curiosity got to him that Ethan accepted the tablet to have a look. 1. Looks like me. Check! 2. Handsome. Check! 3. In Braeton City. Check! 4. Taller than Mommy. Check!

"I - I suppose it would be fine." She could not help how her brows drew together. Samantha clarified, "I mean... It's just one dinner, right?" "Yes, just one dinner. Why? Were you expecting another one?" Ethan asked, raising his chin at Samantha. With her mouth parting, she thought, 'How in the world were my words interpreted that way?' "Um. No! Of course not," Samantha awkwardly said. "One dinner." "Good. Then I'll have my driver take you and the kids to the hotel," suggested Ethan. "Oh, there is really no need," Samantha said while raising his palm at his offer. "I have to. You are supposedly my secret wife," Ethan answered. "For all we know, Mr. and Mrs. Song are still waiting outside, observing the building." After calling his assistant and giving instructions, Ethan said, "I'll have John contact you again for when we will plan the dinner." "Okay, Mr. Right. I guess I'll see you soon," Samantha acknowledged. *** "Wow! The donuts are so yummy!" Exclaimed Kenzie after

"Mr. Wright, I'm very sorry, but Miss Davis' records are sealed!" Revealed Aiden, the hacker Ethan employed to look into Samantha. "What do you mean sealed?" Ethan asked while holding up the phone to his ear. He was leaning back in his seat, utterly disappointed at the report given by Aiden. "Well, I have her basic details and it's like what you had thought. She is the daughter of General Winfield Davis," Aiden reported. "I found a marriage certificate between Miss Davis's mother, Sarah Turner, and one Winfield Davis." "And there is no other Winfield Davis that lives in the city or any neighboring cities," added Aiden. "It could only be the general -" "Make sure of it, Aiden!" Ethan countered, raising his voice. "I don't want hunches!" "The thing is sir, most of her records are blocked from within the military itself. Thus, I can only conclude Miss Davis is related to the military somehow. Anyway, I went through some old photos from some members of the Davis family, not necessar

"John, let's go to meet Miss Davis," said Ethan Wright to his assistant. He walked out of the CEO's office unannounced, telling John to get ready to leave. It resulted in John Garcia panicking. John checked the time and said back, "Boss, it's still four-forty in the afternoon. I thought you are meeting her at six?" With eyes narrowing at his assistant, Ethan answered, "We can't let traffic get in the way, now... can we? I am never late for my appointments." "Right! Right! I'll call the driver, sir," said John as he frantically grabbed for his belongings. "Did Edgar already secure what Kyle had requested?" Ethan asked while walking in the direction of the lift. "Yes, sir. He should have it in the car," assured John. In just a matter of minutes, they made their way to the building lobby and exited to where Ethan's Black Maybach was waiting. As always, Ethan stayed at the back, with John sitting next to the driver in the front of the expensive car. Even with traffic, they were r

Arriving at The First Diamond Hotel, Samantha hurriedly distanced herself from Ethan Wright. The idea of a girl in a sweatshirt walking with a tall and handsome man in a custom-made suit just did not sit well with her. She said to Ethan, "Excuse me, Mr. Wright, do you mind... If I get changed first before having the meeting with you?" She gulped down her own spew right after expressing her words, fearing for what he might think. "Why are you walking away from me, Miss Davis? We clearly came out from the same car and entered the hotel together. Why are you standing two meters ahead from me?" Ethan probed after seeing Samantha walk ahead of him. He turned to John and asked, "Is there something wrong with my face, John? Miss Davis seems to be ashamed of me." While John Garcia turned to Samantha with glaring eyes, Samantha reasoned, "Oh, no! It's not that!" Samantha wound up chuckling and said, "It's really not that. You just look so great and I - I am sweating all over in my joggi

"Wow! this is so cool, Kyle! Can I watch princess videos from here?" Kenzie asked Kyle. "Sure, Kenzie!" Kyle answered. "Let me help you." While the kids were already exploring Kyle's new laptop from the opposite side of the couch, Ethan and John sat across them, observing the two. "Kyle is a smart boy," remarked John. "He likes gadgets, boss... Just like you." "Hmmmm," Ethan acknowledged while maintaining to study the two young children. Since they arrived at the condo unit assigned to Samantha, Ethan's eyes had already roamed the entire living room space. Apart from two dolls that were in the sitting area, Ethan was generally pleased with how everything was in order. The floor was spot clean for a home with two kids. Despite only having relocated to the city for three days, Ethan thought Samantha and her aunt did well for the place. He never liked lingering in a chaotic space. Thus, Samantha's home warranted an approval from Ethan. "Here you go, Mr. Wright. A glass of wate

"Miss Davis, about six years ago... Did you ever stay overnight at The Golden Eagle Hotel?" The question that Ethan Wright raised just made everything else turned mute. Samantha could not understand why in the world was this question coming out of Ethan's mouth! 'The Golden Eagle Hotel. The Golden Eagle Hotel,' Samantha repeated in her mind. It was the place where it all started. It was the same hotel where she committed the biggest mistake in her life. After hearing Ethan ask again, she took a deep breath and said, "Why?" Her voice was barely audible that she had to clear her throat and ask again, "What about... The Golden Eagle Hotel?" In her mind, she asked, 'Why did it have to be about six years ago?' It would seem as though the food arrived on time, assisting in Samantha's burden. The servers came in with the starter before Ethan could answer her question. "Mr. Wright, tomato and mozzarella salad, garnished with basil leaves and black pepper as you like it," said the mal