(Nick)“Let’s move to the living room,” I said, helping Lila into her wheelchair. She’d insisted on getting out of bed for this conversation, despite my protests.Thompson brought extra chairs as everyone settled in. James curled up next to Lila on the couch while Ethan paced by the windows. Alexander hadn’t moved from Romy’s side since they arrived.“Start from the beginning,” my father demanded, gulping down all his scotch. “What about Grace?”Romy sat perched on the edge of an armchair, her hands clasped tight in her lap. “I met Grace when we were both modeling. She was eighteen, already dating Ethan. I was with Alexander.”Her eyes swept to him before dropping back to her hands. “At first, she seemed sweet. Vulnerable. But there were…incidents.”“What kind of incidents?” Ethan stopped pacing. Romy twisted her hands like she used to do with her wedding ring, but she was no longer wearing it.“Little things at first. A model would get sick before a big shoot that Grace wanted. Someo
(Grace)I lay on my satin sheets in the luxury rehab suite, staring at the ceiling as I waited for the evening group therapy to begin. My silk robe swished as I shifted.Anyone would think I had wandered into rehab straight from a five-star hotel!A knock on my door. “Ms. Williams? Group starts in five minutes.”“Coming,” I called, dabbing concealer under my eyes. Just enough to look tired but dignified. Broken but beautiful.The therapy room smelled like coffee, and nothing says rock bottom like bad coffee and broken dreams. I settled into my usual armchair, arranging my robe just so.A new patient—some washed-up actress—openly stared at my Cartier bracelet.“Grace, would you like to start?” Dr. Sanders smiled encouragingly. “You mentioned wanting to discuss your progress.”I pulled out a tissue from my purse, letting my hand shake just so. “I just…I miss my son so much. Every day without him feels like torture.”“Tell us more about that pain.”“James is my whole world.” I twisted th
(Lila)I watched Alexander and Romy gather their coats after the intense family dinner. The discovery of Maxwell’s surveillance cameras had everyone moving quickly, casting wary glances at the corners of rooms.But who’d put them there?Romy’s phone chimed—a sharp sound in the tense quiet. She pulled it out, reading something on the screen. Her fingers started trembling so badly she nearly dropped the phone. All the blood drained from her face.“Romy?” Alexander grabbed her waist as she stumbled. “What is it?”She shook her head, shoving the phone into her pocket. Alexander bent down, whispering something in her ear that made her grab his arm hard enough that her fingers went white.“We need to leave,” he muttered, already steering her toward the elevator. “Now.”“Wait.” My mother’s voice stopped them. “Nick, Lila—a moment please?”Nick helped me adjust on the couch as everyone else filed out. My back ached from sitting up so long, the baby kicking restlessly, but I needed to hear wha
(Nick)The scotch burned going down, but not as much as the memories playing on my laptop screen. I hadn’t touched this video in years, and now Maxwell had somehow gotten his hands on it.The flames licked higher in the grainy footage, spreading fast on a deck slick with blood.I remembered every detail. Every scream. Every desperate moment.My phone beeped. Another text from Maxwell.“Tick tock, Nicholas. How long before everyone knows the truth?”I downed another glass, watching the video loop again. Younger me, standing amid chaos. Smoke billowing. Bodies scattered across the yacht’s deck. The night Jean-Paul died.The night everything changed.Paris, five years earlier, played out in my mind like a nightmare I could never escape.The shipping deal had seemed routine. Jean-Paul Renaud, a powerful French maritime magnate, had approached me about expanding Baldwin shipping routes into European markets.We had met at that exclusive restaurant near the Seine, deinking the French wine a
(Lila)I laid on top of Ethan in his king-sized bed, still catching my breath, enjoying the warmth of his body beneath mine. My heart was still racing from our passionate encounter, but my mind had already wandered to something else—something that had been consuming my thoughts all day.“Where’s my anniversary present?” I asked playfully, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with my finger. The silk sheets rustled beneath us as I shifted to look at his face, expecting to see that familiar warm smile.“What anniversary?”Two words. Just two simple words, but they made my entire body freeze. We had been seeing each other for exactly one year now. Three hundred and sixty-five days of stolen moments, passionate nights, and what I thought was growing love. My jewelry designer friend had told me just last week that Ethan had bought a ring. I’d been floating on cloud nine ever since, imagining the perfect moment he would propose.Surely he was teasing me. He had to be. I forced a chuckle an
(Lila)“He never even knew my real name,” I said, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror while Maria, our longtime housekeeper, pinned my hair up. “For a whole year, I was just Lila. No last name. No family legacy. No Montgomery fortune.”“Miss Lila—”“Do you know what the funny thing is?” I cut her off, pressing my hand to my temple. “When I saw him…something just clicked. Like I knew him from somewhere.”Maria’s face went blank. I’d seen that expression before, whenever I asked about my childhood.“The doctors said your memories might return naturally,” she said, busying herself with my jewelry box. “It was your brain’s way of protecting itself.”“Eight years old,” I muttered, picking up an old photograph from my bedside table. I stared at the faded image—a summer barbecue, a little girl with pigtails turned away from the camera, standing next to a teenage boy.Everything before that car crash was a blank slate. Sometimes I’d get flashes—the smell of cotton candy, a warm hand
(Lila)I smoothed down my red dress and made my way to the bar. No one even tried to hide their stares tonight. The Montgomery name commanded attention, whether I wanted it or not.“Whiskey, neat,” I told the bartender, deliberately positioning myself next to Nicholas.He turned, and those striking blue eyes landed on me. “Let me guess. Lila Montgomery?”“What gave me away?”“The red dress.” His smile widened. “Your mother mentioned you’d be wearing one.”“Of course she did.” I accepted my drink from the bartender. “And you’re Nicholas Baldwin.”“Nick, please. Only my father calls me Nicholas, usually when he’s disappointed in me.” He touched his glass against mine. “Which is most of the time.”I couldn’t help but laugh. There was something disarming about him, so different from his nephew’s intensity.“So,” he leaned closer, “want to tell me why your mother’s so desperate to get us talking?”“Probably hoping we’ll fall madly in love and merge our empires.”“Ah, the classic rich peopl
(Lila)I stood in the powder room, gripping the marble counter as I tried to steady my nerves. Nick had excused himself to take a business call, leaving me alone for the first time since our dance. My reflection stared back at me, red dress striking against my pale skin, diamonds glittering at my ears like tears.The door opened behind me. I saw him in the mirror before I heard him—Ethan. He locked the door behind him.“This is the ladies’ room.”“Cut the act, Lila.” He stepped closer, and his reflection grew larger in the mirror as he did. “Or should I say, Ms. Montgomery?”My heart stopped. “How—”“How long have I known?” He barked out a laugh. “That you’re Jonathan Montgomery’s daughter? That you’re the heiress to the empire that’s been trying to take over my company for years?”I turned to face him, lifting my chin. “Does it matter?”“Does it matter?” He slammed his hand against the counter, making me jump. “You played me for a fool for an entire year!”“Played you?” My voice ros
(Nick)The scotch burned going down, but not as much as the memories playing on my laptop screen. I hadn’t touched this video in years, and now Maxwell had somehow gotten his hands on it.The flames licked higher in the grainy footage, spreading fast on a deck slick with blood.I remembered every detail. Every scream. Every desperate moment.My phone beeped. Another text from Maxwell.“Tick tock, Nicholas. How long before everyone knows the truth?”I downed another glass, watching the video loop again. Younger me, standing amid chaos. Smoke billowing. Bodies scattered across the yacht’s deck. The night Jean-Paul died.The night everything changed.Paris, five years earlier, played out in my mind like a nightmare I could never escape.The shipping deal had seemed routine. Jean-Paul Renaud, a powerful French maritime magnate, had approached me about expanding Baldwin shipping routes into European markets.We had met at that exclusive restaurant near the Seine, deinking the French wine a
(Lila)I watched Alexander and Romy gather their coats after the intense family dinner. The discovery of Maxwell’s surveillance cameras had everyone moving quickly, casting wary glances at the corners of rooms.But who’d put them there?Romy’s phone chimed—a sharp sound in the tense quiet. She pulled it out, reading something on the screen. Her fingers started trembling so badly she nearly dropped the phone. All the blood drained from her face.“Romy?” Alexander grabbed her waist as she stumbled. “What is it?”She shook her head, shoving the phone into her pocket. Alexander bent down, whispering something in her ear that made her grab his arm hard enough that her fingers went white.“We need to leave,” he muttered, already steering her toward the elevator. “Now.”“Wait.” My mother’s voice stopped them. “Nick, Lila—a moment please?”Nick helped me adjust on the couch as everyone else filed out. My back ached from sitting up so long, the baby kicking restlessly, but I needed to hear wha
(Grace)I lay on my satin sheets in the luxury rehab suite, staring at the ceiling as I waited for the evening group therapy to begin. My silk robe swished as I shifted.Anyone would think I had wandered into rehab straight from a five-star hotel!A knock on my door. “Ms. Williams? Group starts in five minutes.”“Coming,” I called, dabbing concealer under my eyes. Just enough to look tired but dignified. Broken but beautiful.The therapy room smelled like coffee, and nothing says rock bottom like bad coffee and broken dreams. I settled into my usual armchair, arranging my robe just so.A new patient—some washed-up actress—openly stared at my Cartier bracelet.“Grace, would you like to start?” Dr. Sanders smiled encouragingly. “You mentioned wanting to discuss your progress.”I pulled out a tissue from my purse, letting my hand shake just so. “I just…I miss my son so much. Every day without him feels like torture.”“Tell us more about that pain.”“James is my whole world.” I twisted th
(Nick)“Let’s move to the living room,” I said, helping Lila into her wheelchair. She’d insisted on getting out of bed for this conversation, despite my protests.Thompson brought extra chairs as everyone settled in. James curled up next to Lila on the couch while Ethan paced by the windows. Alexander hadn’t moved from Romy’s side since they arrived.“Start from the beginning,” my father demanded, gulping down all his scotch. “What about Grace?”Romy sat perched on the edge of an armchair, her hands clasped tight in her lap. “I met Grace when we were both modeling. She was eighteen, already dating Ethan. I was with Alexander.”Her eyes swept to him before dropping back to her hands. “At first, she seemed sweet. Vulnerable. But there were…incidents.”“What kind of incidents?” Ethan stopped pacing. Romy twisted her hands like she used to do with her wedding ring, but she was no longer wearing it.“Little things at first. A model would get sick before a big shoot that Grace wanted. Someo
(Lila)I shifted uncomfortably against the mountain of pillows in our bed, trying to maintain a dignified position while everyone crowded around for this bizarre family dinner in our bedroom. The doctor’s orders for complete bed rest had turned my quarters into a dining room, with makeshift TV trays and chairs scattered around my massive bed.“Can I sit next to Lila?” James bounced on his toes by my bedside. “I want to tell the baby about my new book!”“Careful—” Nick and Ethan spoke at the same time, then locked eyes across the room. They both looked like they were about to lose it.“Come here, sweetheart.” I patted the space beside me before they could start arguing. “Tell me all about this book.”James scrambled up, mindful of my stomach. “It’s about space! Did you know Jupiter has seventy-nine moons? That’s like, so many names we could use for the baby!”“Absolutely not,” Old Mr. Baldwin grumbled from his armchair. “No granddaughter of mine will be named after a moon.”“What about
(Lila)The monitors finally stopped screaming. My heart rate settled into a steady rhythm as doctors stepped back, nodding with satisfaction.“Both mother and baby are stable,” Dr. Pitt announced, checking the ultrasound screen. “Though—” She paused, squinting at the image.“What?” Nick moved closer, his body tense. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing’s wrong.” Dr. Pitt smiled. “Your daughter is just being particularly photogenic today.”My breath caught. “Daughter?”“I thought you wanted to wait,” Ethan said from the corner.“We did, but…” I pressed my hand to my stomach. “A girl.”Nick’s fingers threaded through mine, but something felt off in his grip. He’d positioned himself between me and the medical team, watching each movement like he expected an attack.“I’ll want to keep you overnight for observation,” Dr. Pitt said, reaching for my chart.Nick intercepted her. “I want to see your credentials again.”“Nick!” I tugged his hand. “She’s been my doctor for months.”“People lie.” His eyes da
(Nick)The hospital lights made everything look sickly. I paced outside Lila’s room while doctors tried to stop her labor, my shoes leaving scuff marks on their clean floor.“Mr. Baldwin?” A nurse approached. “We’ve stabilized her contractions for now.”“Can I see her?”“She’s resting. And Mr. Ethan Baldwin is already—”“What?” I pushed past her. Through the window, I saw Ethan sitting beside Lila’s bed, his hand covering hers on her stomach. My stomach twisted.“It’s his baby,” the nurse said gently. “He has a right—”“I know whose baby it is.”Thanks to my nephew’s ex, now the whole world knew about our private matters.Ethan looked up, catching my eye through the glass. He said something to Lila before coming out.“The medication’s working,” he said. “Labor’s stopped for now.”“Good. You can go then.”“Nick—”“James needs you more than we do.”“He’s with my parents.” Ethan ran a hand through his hair. “Threw a fit about staying, but I convinced him Lila needs quiet.”“Still don’t s
(Lila)I sat at the long dining table in the Baldwin mansion, watching James teach Ethan the “proper” way to arrange peas on his plate.“See, Dad? If you make a circle, none of them can escape!”“Very strategic, sport.” Ethan helped him corral a runaway pea. “Where’d you learn that?”“Nick showed me.” James beamed. “He says food tastes better when it’s organized.”Nick’s hand found mine under the table, squeezing gently. The gesture should have comforted me, but something in his grip felt too tight.Ethan’s mother clinked her wine glass. “I just got off the phone with Grace’s facility. She’s…” She glanced at James. “Settling in well.”After her outburst in court, Grace had been taken to a mental health and drug rehab facility.“When can I get my toys from her house?” James asked suddenly.The table went quiet. Ethan set down his fork. “Baby, we talked about this. Mom needs time to…”“But I want my dinosaur book.” James pushed his peas around. “The one Grandma gave me before she died.”
(Nick)The reporters swarmed outside my building like vultures. Through the penthouse windows, I watched them jostle for position, cameras ready. Their shouted questions could be heard even forty floors up.“Mr. Baldwin! Any comment on the pregnancy?”“Is it true you’ll be raising your nephew’s child?”“How does Grace Williams factor into this?”I turned away from the windows to find Lila propped up in our bed, scrolling through her phone with shaking hands.“Stop reading that trash,” I said, taking her phone gently. “Doctor said no stress.”“Have you seen what they’re saying?” Her voice cracked. “The pictures they dug up…”“Hey.” I sat beside her, pulling her close. “Let me handle the press.”“But—”“No buts.” I kissed her temple. “Your only job is taking care of yourself and this baby.”James padded in, still in his dinosaur pajamas. “Uncle Nick? The TV people are saying mean things about Lila.”“Come here, buddy.” I patted the bed. He crawled up carefully, mindful of Lila’s stomach