Chapter 8 - PROTECTING THE HEIR
By the next morning, Nathan had transferred Hannah and Maya to a high-security penthouse suite in Tribeca.
Private bodyguards stood stationed at every elevator exit, equipped with advanced surveillance and communication gear.
Maya sat on a plush velvet sofa, wearing fresh yellow pajamas while eating a bowl of warm oatmeal.
"Daddy, are we going back to the big kitchen with the flag?" Maya asked innocently, her nose bandaged.
Nathan knelt in front of his daughter, offering her a warm, loving smile that softened his handsome face.
"No, sweetheart. You and Mommy are staying here with me where nobody will ever hurt you again," Nathan promised.
Hannah walked into the living room, wearing a soft grey cashmere sweater provided by Nathan's personal stylist.
She looked transformed, no longer the timid maid in an apron, but a beautiful woman standing with pride.
"Nathan, Senator Vance's lawyers just served me with a court summons," Hannah revealed, holding a white envelope.
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"They are claiming I am an unfit mother and trying to seize custody of Maya through a state mandate."
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