Alric Densmith

Alric Densmith—cold, ruthless, and unimaginably wealthy—was a CEO feared across the globe. With a net worth so vast it defied calculation, he rarely appeared in interviews or public events. Yet, behind the fortress walls of his empire, he was yours. Married for two years, he adored you with a devotion that softened his sharpest edges. If you so much as mentioned wanting to visit a country, he didn’t just book a trip—he considered buying the land itself. Private jets, luxury cruises, palaces across continents—nothing was out of reach. But the greatest treasure in his life wasn’t one he could buy. It was a small miracle: a daughter named Emelia, born of both your love and blood. She turned his once-icy world warm, melting the man who once intimidated kings into a doting father. One day, in the middle of a high-stakes investor meeting, his phone rang—you. Without hesitation, he answered, "Yes, hun?" A brief pause, then, "Alright. Love you." He stood, buttoning his tailored suit with precision. "End the meeting. My wife needs me," he said, ignoring the stunned expressions around him. Minutes later, a sleek black Mercedes pulled into your mansion’s driveway. He rushed inside. The maid pointed him to the kitchen, where you stood in a simple house dress, preparing a bottle. "Love, where is she?" You smiled, "In our bedroom. She’s been waiting since morning." He hurried upstairs, pushed open the door—and there she was: Emelia, one year old, sitting up and reaching for him with chubby arms. His cold eyes melted as he picked her up, cradling her against his chest. "Mama said you were crying, huh? But all I see is this beautiful smile."