(Nick)Pain exploded through my shoulder as Maxwell’s bullet grazed me. Blood soaked through my shirt while I shoved Lila further behind my desk.“Your aim’s gotten worse,” I snarled, keeping my gun trained on him.Maxwell stepped into my study, his men spreading out to flank us. “Unlike you, I don’t shoot to kill. Not anymore. Not after watching you end Jean-Paul’s life.”“Shut up,” I growled, but memories flooded back—Jean-Paul crawling across the yacht’s deck, skin already blistering from the heat.“Tell her everything,” Maxwell said, nodding toward Lila. “Tell her how he begged. How he offered you anything—money, power, his entire empire—just to help him escape those flames.”“That’s not what happened.”“No?” Maxwell pulled out a small USB drive. “The security footage says otherwise. You want to watch it together? See yourself choose those contracts over his life? Watch as you pulled that trigger when he tried to escape?”My hands shook on the gun. “You’re lying.”“The cameras cau
(Grace)I ran my fingers down Maxwell’s bare chest as he lay beside me in the king-sized bed of his penthouse suite. The silk sheets felt cool against my naked skin. Everything about this room screamed wealth—from the Italian marble floors to the panoramic views of the city lights glittering below.“That was…exceptional,” Maxwell said, reaching for the crystal decanter on the nightstand.“Better than at the rehab?” I smiled, accepting the glass of scotch he poured me. The amber liquid burned pleasantly down my throat. Freedom tasted delicious after weeks in that facility, no matter how luxurious they tried to make it.“I must admit, your recovery seems remarkably swift.” Maxwell ran his fingers through my hair, twirling the dark ringlets around his finger.“Amazing what the right motivation can do.” I pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Thank you for helping me get out early. Those doctors were so easy to convince once you applied the right pressure.”“Speaking of pressure—” Maxwell sat up, t
(Ethan)I held James close as we exited the courtroom, his small arms wrapped tightly around my neck. The custody battle had drained us all, but James seemed lighter now, as if a great weight had lifted from his shoulders.“You were so brave in there,” I murmured against his hair.“I wasn’t scared,” James said into my shoulder. “Not anymore. You’re here now.”Alexander and Romy walked ahead of us toward the courthouse steps. Three men in black suits blocked their pathThey introduced themselves as parts of Robert’s old inner circle—Marcus Porter, David Ross, and Peter Wright. I froze“Ms. Leroy.” Marcus stepped forward, hands raised placatingly as Alexander moved to shield Romy. “Please, we only want to talk.”“Back off,” Alexander snarled, positioning himself between them and Romy.“We came to apologize,” David said quietly. “For everything we enabled Robert to do.”Peter nodded solemnly. “We should have stopped him. Should have seen what he was doing to you.”Romy gripped Alexander’
(Ethan)I sat in Cara Lowell’s office, watching James arrange toy cars on her desk. Three months had passed since the custody battle, but sometimes when I looked at my son, I still saw that terrified little boy when he’d first come to me.“The red one goes here,” James muttered, lining up his cars by color. “And the blue one next to it.”Cara smiled from her chair. “You like having things organized, don’t you?”“Uncle Nick taught me. He says when things are in order, they make more sense.” James grabbed another car. “Like how Dad always makes sure my homework’s done before TV.”“That’s right, buddy.” I leaned forward. “Structure helps us feel safe.”“Does it help with the nightmares?” Cara asked gently.James’s hand stilled on the toy car. “Sometimes. Dad lets me sleep with the lights on when they’re really bad.”My chest tightened. Even after months of therapy, hearing about his trauma still felt like being stabbed.“Tell me about these nightmares,” said Cara, scribbling in her noteb
(Lila)“Careful with that wheelchair,” Nick warned as James pushed me through the Baldwin mansion’s hallways. My enormous belly made it hard to balance, but James took his self-appointed role as my chauffeur seriously.“I’m being super careful,” James insisted. “Like how you taught me to carry her.”Nick hovered nearby anyway, ready to grab the handles if needed. I watched the party around us—another family dinner that had somehow turned into an impromptu celebration.“The restraining order came through,” Ethan announced, joining us in the dining room. “Grace can’t come within five hundred feet of James or any place he regularly visits.”“Good riddance,” Old Mr. Baldwin grumbled from his armchair. “That woman’s like a particularly nasty case of—”“Dad!” Nick shot him a warning look, nodding toward James.“Herpes,” I snorted, finished the sentence quietly so only Nick could hear. “He’s made that joke six times already.”“Have you been keeping count?” He laughed when I nodded, squeezing
(Lila)I lay on the living room couch, watching James organize baby clothes by color on the coffee table. His small hands smoothed each onesie carefully before adding it to the pile.“The pink ones should go here,” he said, creating a new stack. “And the yellow ones next to them.”“Very organized,” I said, adjusting the pillow under my enormous belly. The baby kicked hard, making me wince.James noticed immediately. “Is Fleur okay?”“She’s fine, sweetheart. Just running out of room in there.”Nick appeared from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water. “Here. Doctor said to stay hydrated.”“I hate water,” I grumbled but took the glass anyway.“The purple butterfly one is my favorite,” James announced, holding up a tiny sleeper. “Can she wear it first when she comes home?”“Of course.” I patted the couch beside me. James climbed up carefully, pressing his ear to my stomach.“Hi Fleur,” he whispered. “I picked out lots of pretty clothes for you.”The baby kicked right where his head reste
(Lila)I adjusted myself in the dining room chair while Nick arranged pillows behind my back. The baby kicked furiously, making me wince.“Fleur’s excited,” James declared from his seat between Ethan and Cara. “She knows it’s party time!”“Speaking of parties,” Alexander spoke up, “Romy and I have an announcement.”“We already know you’re engaged,” James said proudly. “I told everyone yesterday!”“Actually,” Romy smiled, squeezing Alexander’s hand, “we’ve set a date. Next month.”“So soon?” My mother exclaimed.“Why wait?” Alexander pulled Romy closer. “We’ve wasted enough time apart.”“When can I help with the planning?” James bounced in his chair.“You can work with the interior designers. I’ll tell them how you color-coded Fleur’s onesies by shade and pattern,” said Romy.“They’ll be so impressed,” Nick added.“Really?” James asked seriously.Cara laughed. “Really. You like designing?”James nodded. “Very much. Mom never let me do it because she said only girls can do it.”“She’s a
(Nick)The stench of alcohol and stale cigarettes hit me as Nora opened Grace’s bedroom door. Empty wine bottles littered the floor, along with scattered pills and torn magazine pages.“She left last night,” Nora said nervously. “I heard her moving around but thought nothing of it until…”“Until what?” Alexander asked sharply.Nora pointed to the walls. Photos covered every surface—James at school, at the park, at home. Each image marked with red ink, notes scrawled in Grace’s frenzied handwriting.“Jesus,” Ethan muttered, stepping closer to one photo. “She’s been stalking him.”“Not just James,” Romy said quietly. She gestured to another wall where photos of her and Lila hung. Red X’s marked their faces, surrounded by detailed descriptions of violence.I read one note: “Bleed them dry. Make them suffer like I suffered. Rip out the pregnant whore’s stomach and cut off the French bitch’s head.”I shuddered at the graphic descriptions. I could not read her insanity anymore, so I looked
(Lila)I walked down the aisle beside Nick, Fleur cradled against my white dress. She gurgled happily, reaching for the crystals sewn into my bodice.“Careful, little one,” I whispered. “Those aren’t toys.”Behind us, Alexander and Romy followed, their hands clasped tightly. The string quartet played softly as we approached the flower-covered altar.James stood proudly between the couples, clutching two ring pillows. “I remembered both sets!” he announced loudly, making the guests laugh.“Perfect job,” Nick praised quietly.The officiant smiled at us all. “We gather today to celebrate not one, but two unions…”I barely heard the words, too focused on Fleur’s warmth against my chest and Nick’s hand in mine as he stood beside me. Until movement caught my eye—Ethan shifting in the front row, Cara’s hand settling on his arm.“The rings, please,” the officiant requested.James stepped forward importantly. “Here are the rings that show your love!” he proclaimed, exactly as practiced.Nick s
(Ethan)I stood in Montgomery Mansion’s ballroom, watching doves flutter in their ornate cages. Lila’s mother had gotten her wish—twenty pure white birds ready to be released at the reception.“The doves are staying in those cages until the actual wedding day,” Alexander said firmly to the handler. “My security team will monitor them.”The security team, dressed in matching navy suits Alexander had insisted on, nodded in unison.“Look how pretty!” James exclaimed, pressing his face against a cage. “Can I help release them?”“Of course,” I told him. “You’re the ring bearer for both couples, remember?”“The most important job,” Cara added, adjusting his bow tie.The wedding planner rushed past, barking orders into her headset. “No, the flowers need to be arranged by height! And where are the ice sculptures?”“You’d think we were hosting a royal wedding,” Nick muttered beside Lila.“Mother does love a spectacle,” said Lila as she bounced Fleur gently.She brought her daughter everywhere,
(Lila)I jerked away from Ethan’s arms like I’d been burned. Cara stood frozen in the doorway, her face carefully blank despite the hot chocolate threatening to spill over the mugs’ rims.“I should go check on James,” I muttered, moving toward the door.“No.” Cara’s voice rang firm. “We need to talk about what just happened.”“Nothing happened,” Ethan said quickly. “Lila was upset about Fleur—”“And you comforted her. I understand.” Cara handed us each a mug. “But we both know it’s more complicated than that.”I gripped the hot chocolate, letting the warmth seep into my trembling fingers. “I’m sorry, Cara. I didn’t mean to—”“To what? Hug someone who understands your trauma?” Cara settled into the rocking chair. “There’s nothing wrong with that. What’s wrong is pretending it’s just a hug when we all know there’s more beneath the surface.”“I don’t—I wouldn’t—” My face burned. “Nick and I—”“Are happy together,” Cara finished. “Just like Ethan and I are building something real. Which i
(Lila)I stared down at Fleur sleeping in her crib, counting each tiny breath. The clock on the nursery wall showed 6 PM. Nick’s arm slid around my waist.“You’ve been here for hours,” he said quietly.“What if she stops breathing? I’ve read babies do that sometimes. What if someone takes her while we sleep?”“The security system—”“There are spies! Remember how Thompson put cameras here? No, nobody can be trusted,” I gripped the crib railing. “Robert took James from our engagement party! He got through security. Grace got to James’s school. All the cameras and guards in the world didn’t stop them.”“Lila.” Nick turned me to face him. “Dr. Morris said this anxiety—”“Isn’t normal? That I’m being paranoid?” I pulled away. “The nannies think I’m crazy, hovering all the time, but they don’t understand. Maybe one of them will take her away…”“Neither do I, not really. Talk to me.”“I keep having these dreams.” I touched Fleur’s dark curls. “Someone breaks in, takes her. Or she stops breat
(Ethan)I pushed open the door to James’s room, where he lay curled up on the hospital cot, clutching his space-themed backpack.“Dad!” He leaped up, throwing his arms around my neck. “Is the baby here?”“Yes.”“Can I see her? Can I see her?” he said excitedly.“Of course, buddy.” I scooped him up. “Ready to meet your sister?”“Is she tiny?” James asked as we walked down the hall. “Cara says babies are super tiny at first.”“She is tiny for us, but bigger than most babies,” I adjusted him on my hip. “Speaking of Cara…”“I miss her,” James sighed. “She always knows cool facts.”We reached Lila’s room. Nick stood by the window, rocking Fleur while Lila slept.“Look who’s here,” I announced quietly.Nick turned. “Hey James. Come meet your sister properly.”James squirmed down from my arms and tiptoed to Nick’s side. “She’s so small! Dad said she’s big.”“Big for her age,” Nick laughed. “Want to hold her?”James’s eyes went wide. “Can I?”“Here.” Nick placed Fleur carefully in my arms. “S
(Ethan)I watched through the doorway as Lila’s eyes opened fully. Her fingers twitched on the white sheets as she smiled at Nick—she’d woken up after hours. Nick stared down at her as he stood beside her bed with Fleur in his hands.“Hey beautiful,” he whispered, brushing her hair back.I gripped the doorframe hard enough that my nails dug into the wood. Romy appeared at my side.“You don’t have to watch this,” she said.“I need to.”Inside, Lila turned toward Nick. Her voice came out raspy. “Fleur? Is she…”“Perfect.” Nick stared down at our daughter in his arms. “Ready to meet your mama?”My chest constricted as he placed Fleur in Lila’s arms. Tears spilled down her cheeks while she traced our daughter’s tiny features.“Hello, my love.” Lila kissed Fleur’s forehead. “I’ve waited so long for you.”Alexander cleared his throat. “Should we give them some time?”“No.” Lila looked up at all of us crowded in the doorway. “Come meet her properly.”The family flooded in—the Montgomerys, my
(Ethan)I paced the waiting room, checking my watch again. Ten minutes since they’d taken Lila into delivery.“Sit down, Ethan,” my mother said gently. “You’ll wear a hole in the floor.”“We should have known.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “It’s too late. She should have gone into labor a week ago.”“Babies come when they want,” Romy said from where she sat beside Alexander. “Not when we plan.”Caroline Montgomery dabbed her eyes. “My poor girl. All alone in there…”“Nick’s on his way,” Alexander assured her. “Traffic’s bad, but—”The delivery room doors burst open. A nurse rushed out, calling for more hands.“What’s happening?” Jonathan Montgomery demanded.“The baby’s breech,” the nurse threw over her shoulder as she ran past. “We need—”Nick exploded through the waiting room entrance, his tie askew. “Where is she?”“Delivery room three,” I pointed. “But they won’t let—”He was already running, shouldering past orderlies. A doctor tried to stop him.“Sir, you can’t—”“That’s my
(Nick)I stared at the draft contracts, each page detailing another piece of my empire I was signing away. The legal team had worked through the night, but it still didn’t feel fast enough.“Mr. Baldwin?” Davis knocked tentatively. “The second round of paperwork needs your signature.”“Bring them in.” I rubbed my eyes, exhausted from the sleepless night.My phone pinged—a message from Brigitte. The attachment showed young Fleur Renaud smiling at the camera, her father’s eyes shining from her small face. She wore a sailor dress, standing proudly on what I recognized as a yacht. Just like the yacht where I’d…“The Hong Kong acquisitions need immediate attention,” Davis said, placing more papers on my desk.“Not now.” I hit reply before I could stop myself:“She’s beautiful. He would be so proud.”Brigitte’s response came instantly: “He was. Every day. I have more photos, if you’d like to see them.”“Yes,” I typed back. “Please.”More images filled my screen—Fleur at ballet recitals, bir
(Nick)I paced my office, checking the time again. Ten minutes until Brigitte Renaud arrived. The old merger documents lay spread across my desk—the ones I had saved five years ago when Jean-Paul’s died.Harlow knocked. “Sir? Mrs. Renaud is here early.”“Send her in.” I straightened my tie, bracing myself.The woman who entered looked nothing like the one I had met five years ago. Her hair was now dirty blonde rather than golden, as if she’d stopped dyeing it. Her face was lined deep by grief.But her eyes—they pierced straight through me, just like Jean-Paul’s had that night.“Nicholas.” She spoke my name softly. “You look exactly like you did then.”“Madame Renaud. Please, sit.” I gestured to the chair across my desk.“Brigitte,” she corrected, settling gracefully. “We’ve been corresponding long enough to use first names, haven’t we?”“Of course.” I sat down, hands flat on the desk to keep them steady. “I will have the transfer documents ready for review—”“I didn’t come for paperwo