Donathan Ashford is a late 30-year-old, good-looking, mega-rich businessman. Handsome, sharply featured, and perfectly groomed, he is the second and last-born of the Ashford family, one of the most elite private families in the country. On the surface, he appeared to have it all: wealth, power, influence. But his life, like any story of greatness, was forged through hardship
His childhood was comfortable, even privileged, until his late teenage years when things turned bad. He got to witness his father take his own life, leaving the family drowning in debts and sorrow. Life got tougher and tragedies intensified when his elder brother vanished without a word, abandoning the family in their darkest hour. His distant relatives, drifted away, leaving only his mother, Donathan alone had to bear burdens far heavier than any teenager should.
Yet, where others might have crumbled, Donathan's intelligence, discipline, and unyielding determination became his armor. With a mind as sharp as his features and a will that refused to bend, he set about rebuilding what had been lost. Slowly, methodically, he restored his father's fallen empire, reclaiming the Ashford name and transforming it into a force recognized not just nationally, but internationally.
Women drooled over him because of his looks, his character, and his possessions—but work was like blood in his veins, something he never abandoned, even after his accident. He had no time for long relationships; he would just enjoy moments with a few he trusted, until he impregnated one by mistake.
Since he had always loved having a child and also trusted the woman, he decided to propose and build a family for the unborn baby. He was the happiest man. He made sure to always be there for his son, who became the apple of his eye. He had so many plans for him, and even on business trips he usually took him along. The two were always together.
Until one heavily raining night, a terrible accident happened and killed his beloved son together with the babysitter. Coming out of a semi-coma, he was told the terrible news. Months later, he discovered that his fiancée—the woman he had trusted and given everything to—had been cheating on him, and that the son he loved was not his.
He was broken, angry, and betrayed. The depression he had already been carrying deepened, and guilt consumed him. He hated everything. And then the doctors came, saying he would never walk again. Every emotion inside him multiplied.
A young woman dressed in a crisp white doctor's coat had just arrived at an exquisite and luxurious Mediterranean mansion, She was strikingly beautiful, with slightly curly ginger hair that cascaded over her shoulders, complementing her bright eyes. The mansion, with its grand archways and elegant stonework, exuded luxury and charm.
As soon as she stepped inside the grand foyer, adorned with complex mosaics and elegant chandeliers, she was greeted by a faint sound of a commotion coming from upstairs. The clatter of objects being knocked over was followed by a stern, angry shout
"Get out!"
The shout was raw—furious enough to freeze her in place.
Moments later, three nurses and a doctor rushed down the staircase, their faces ashen and clearly disturbed, as if fleeing from danger. One of the nurses, with red and swollen eyes, wiped away tears from her cheeks, her hands quivering. The doctor appeared displeased, showing the seriousness of the situation they had just departed from.
Behind them followed a woman who carried herself with effortless authority. She was both elegant and striking, dressed in black leather trousers and a fitted jacket, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her hairstyle featured a sleek side-swept bob that framed her face perfectly. She looked early fifties
"I'm terribly sorry," the woman called out after them, "Please forgive my son's behavior. He tends to act impulsively."
The doctor, with a gentle smile replied, "It's perfectly fine, Mrs. Ashford; I truly understand."
"You did everything you could, and I'm grateful for that." said Mrs. Ashford
The doctor's eyes softened and he smiled. "Thank you for your understanding, Cane. It means a lot to me."
Mrs. Ashford gestured towards the hallway. "Let me walk you out. Once again, I'm truly sorry for all the inconveniences."
As they descended the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing softly, Mrs. Ashford's gaze landed on the guest at the entrance.
"Dr. Whittemore," she said, eyes lighting up. "What an honor for you to accept my request."
She crossed the distance and embraced her warmly, dimples appearing as she smiled.
"Oh, Mrs. Ashford, please," Whittemore replied softly, returning the hug. "The honor is all mine."
At the sound of her name, the departing nurses froze.
"Wait," one of them whispered. "Did she say… Whittemore?"
The doctor turned sharply, disbelief written across his face. "As in Dr Samantha Whittemore?"
"It's really you," another nurse said breathlessly. "You trained half our department."
The doctor stepped forward, visibly impressed. "dr. Whittemore," he said, stepping forward. "It's an honor meeting you I am Dr William cane.".
"Dr. William Cane, I have always wanted to meet what beautiful luck i have run into," she said with a smile.
He smiled, clearly pleased. "oh I am the lucky one, I've always wanted to meet the young beautiful woman the town talks about who achieved such achievements at... 27 years is it."
"Oh Dr cane it's no big deal" said Dr Whittemore
"Ooh it is, wait till you meet my daughter" Dr. cane turned to Mrs. Ashford. "You've entrusted your son in the right hands."
Then back to Mrs. Whittemore. "I wish we met in difference circumstances; I don't want to waste your time now I should leave."
He extended his hand. She took it firmly.
"Good luck," he said, she smiled, he turned to Mrs., Ashford "Farewell, ladies."
"Safe travels, Doctor," she said. "And thank you."