Page 214 of My Ruthless Opponent


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Kissing her forehead, I take her small hands in mine. “It’s okay. You don’t need a crown. You know why?”

She shakes her head.

“Because you’re already Daddy’s princess.” I lift her small hand and kiss it. “Real-life princesses don’t need crowns.”

Her eyes widen, a look of sheer awe crossing her delicate features. “Really?”

“Really,” I say and spread my arms.

She breaks into a huge grin then gives me a tight hug.

“It’s time for bed, munchkin.” A voice makes me look up.

Hannah’s father, David walks inside the room.

I get to my feet with Brooke in my arms.

“I tried to stop her but she got here. She’s getting faster day by day.” He smiles fondly at Brooke.

We named our daughter after Hannah’s mother. David was teary-eyed when we told him about this. She has him wrapped around her little finger.

Hannah goes to him and clutches his arm. “How are you feeling, Dad?”

“I am fit and fine, princess. Stop worrying so much.” He gives her a reassuring smile.

It took six months of extensive physiotherapy to get him on his feet.

David lives with us now. I bought a bigger apartment after getting married and practically forced him to move in with us. Hannah wanted this but never voiced it.

Leaving him all alone would have kept her worried all the time and I didn’t want that.

During his therapy, I used to visit him more than Hannah. We bonded over chess games.

I might have shed a tear or two when he asked me to call him Dad.

I stopped considering myself as an orphan now. I have a complete family. David is my dad. Archer is my brother. Summer is my baby sister. Hannah, my wife, and my daughter, Brooke.

“Let me get this little firecracker.” He comes to me and takes Brooke from my arms. “Have fun, son.” He winks at me, making me laugh.

Our jobs and Brooke take most of our time that we hardly get time to have fun.

Tonight, we are going out. Not on a date. We are going to Brielle and Nina’s wedding.

Hannah shakes her head at us before kissing Brooke’s cheek. “Give a bye-bye kiss to mommy.”

Brooke plants a big loud kiss on Hannah’s cheek.

“Goodnight, my angel.” Hannah kisses her forehead.

“Goodnight, mommy.” She yawns and rests her head on David’s shoulder.

After Dad leaves, Hannah faces me and wraps her arms around my neck. “I thoughtIwas your princess.”

Circling her waist with my arms, I say, “You were. Not anymore though.”

When she frowns, I chuckle and kiss her nose. “You got a promotion.”

“Yeah?” She raises a brow.

“Mm-hmm. You are not my princess anymore. You are my fucking queen.”

The End