Nana’s POV
“I am happy Noah” I answered, a bitter taste in my mouth at my own words while I stylishly avoided his interrogating gaze. I felt a twinge of guilt creep up in me. I hated Noah feeling sorry for me, it made me feel pathetic.
“Does he make you cry?” Noah asked, a flash of anger in his eyes.
“Gosh Noah! Drop it! Simon and I are fine, he’s just busy with work and he makes me happy, and I love him!” My voice broke out, harsher than I intended.
Noah’s gaze softened. “Alright, I’m sorry for poking in your business.” His hands went up in the air.
My stomach knotted in the guilt that now flooded me. “Way to go Nana!... He was just concerned about you and you made him feel bad… way to go you idiot!” I thought silently.
“No no!... I’m sorry Noah… I know you mean well… but I promise Simon and I are happy together”
“Yeah I know! It’s okay… I’m sorry too” His large hands cupped my face, stroking it gently for a moment before letting go.
We sat there in silence sipping the bittersweet liquid, the air thick with unspoken words. I could feel Noah’s eyes still on me, like he was waiting for me to say something, anything.
But all I felt was this strange mix of guilt and… longing. It made me want to reach out to him, to hold onto that understanding, that comfort.
Before I could gather my thoughts, the silence was broken by the unmistakable sound of the doorbell ringing.
My heart jumped into my throat, and I looked up while Noah looked back, dread pooling in my stomach. Sonya rushed out to the door to open it.
It was Simon, his familiar frame standing at the doorway. My mouth went dry and I froze for a moment wondering if I should go to him.
He had a bored look on his face as he stepped inside. His gaze quickly fell on Noah and I as we sat drinking at the bar.
His indifferent look quickly turned into one of anger which his brows furrowed as he glared at Noah.
I stood up almost immediately, butterflies dancing in my stomach as I walked outside the counter towards him.
He watched silently as he took off his coat and dropped his briefcase with Sonya who then walked away leaving the three of us together a few distances away from each other.
“Hey Simon” Noah’s voice broke the awkward silence that filled the room.
“What are you doing in my house?” Simon asked, his voice doing very little to mask his irritation he had.
I knew he and Simon hardly got along but I used to try to make them both hang out with me however their enmity only got worse as they grew older.
“Hey! Don’t you miss your little brother?” Noah shot back, a fake smile planted on his face.
Simon’s gaze turned cold, jaw tightening as he looked at Noah with a mix of annoyance and something else… maybe contempt, I wasn’t too sure.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Simon’s voice was sharp, slicing through the tension in the room.
Noah chuckled lightly, leaning back against the bar with that same easy confidence that always seemed to irritate Simon.
“Aw come on, I missed my brother dearly and I couldn’t wait to see his face… and his wife too” he replied, a slight edge in his tone, his eyes glancing from Simon to me.
I could feel the weight of Simon’s anger and Noah’s defiance clashing between them, and standing in the middle made my skin prickle.
I swallowed hard fighting the urge to run away from the thick air of unspoken words that now choked me.
I reached out, lightly touching Simon’s arm. “Simon, it’s just a visit, we haven’t seen him in years. Let’s all have a drink and catch up, okay?”
Simon’s eyes flicked down to where my hand rested on his arm, and I could sense a storm brewing. “Catch up? With him?” His voice dropped low, almost a growl. “I’ve been working to keep the company afloat while he does whatever, and now he just strolls in like he owns the place.”
“Come on, Simon,” Noah interjected, his voice soft but taunting. “No need to make a scene. I’m just here for a family visit… unless you’re threatened by that?”
I shot Noah a warning look, but Simon was already stepping forward, squaring his shoulders. “You think you can just show up, throw a few jokes around, and everything’s fine?” His gaze shifted to me, disappointment flashing in his eyes. “And you’re encouraging him?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but my words faltered. I hated the growing tension between them, and yet… something about Noah’s calm confidence made me feel safe, while Simon’s resentment only added fuel to an already burning fire.
“Look,” I said finally, forcing a smile. “Can’t we just set everything aside for one night? I haven’t seen Noah in years, and I think we all deserve a little peace.” I tried to catch Simon’s eye, pleading silently for him to let it go, just this once.
Simon let out a sigh, but his eyes didn’t soften. “Fine. But don’t overstay your welcome, Noah.” He turned on his heel and started toward the stairs, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t quite catch.
And just like that, the warmth of Noah’s presence seemed to vanish, leaving an icy chill in its place.
I looked at Noah, biting my lip. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling that same tug of guilt twist in my chest.
He shook his head, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s not your fault, Nana. Some things never change.”
His eyes held mine for a beat too long, and I felt that forbidden flutter deep inside me, reminding me that I wasn’t just caught between two brothers, now I was caught between two worlds.
“Maybe you should go now and come back tomorrow, he might be in a better mood.” I suggested with a light pat on Noah’s shoulder.
“Whatever you say birdie!” he joked grabbing my hand and lifting it to his face to. A tingling sensation spread through my body.
Noah rubbed his face against my palm, his eyes shutting for a moment before he opened them again. A dangerous glow flickered in them, followed by a smirk that made my pulse race.
“My heart thumped excitedly again as I felt a heat rushing to my cheeks. I tried to pull my hand away with a weak attempt but I knew I didn’t want to.
My mouth went dry as he parted his lips to say something.
“I’m not going anywhere this time Nana” he spoke softly, his sultry voice vibrating inside my intimate parts. The warmth of his skin added to the heat stirring inside me.
I opened my mouth to say something, but the words failed me. Nothing in my mind made sense anymore; all my racing thoughts were drowned by his presence. I found myself mesmerized by his handsome face and those hauntingly beautiful eyes.
“Oh my- Nana! What the fuck are doing? He’s like a brother to you!” I cursed at myself silently trying to gather myself in front of him.
Noah chuckled at my flustered reaction and pressed a soft kiss to my hand before finally letting go
I stood there in silence, my eyes following him as he walked toward the door. After Noah left, I sank back onto the couch, my thoughts a chaotic mess.
Noah had always been cute and playful to me, but now that he was back, everything about him seemed…different. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me everything affected me in ways it shouldn’t.
Nana's POV My blood went cold with nervousness as I stood to go to our room. Every step up the stairs felt like I was carrying a weight far heavier than my body. My heart raced, and I forced myself to take deep breaths to calm the storm inside me.When I entered the room, I froze. The King-sized bed we shared sat empty, and I let out a quiet breath of relief when I heard the shower running. I wasn’t ready to face Simon yet—not like this. I didn’t even know what I could say if I did.I moved to the closet, hands trembling as I began to undress. The faint, familiar scent of Noah’s cologne lingered on my shirt, teasing my senses. Without thinking, I pressed the fabric to my nose, inhaling deeply, letting the memory of his presence wash over me.My stomach flipped with guilt. What the hell is wrong with me? I yanked the shirt away like it burned me, my cheeks heating at the thought of Simon catching me like this.After wrapping myself in a towel, I stepped out of the closet, only to stop
Nana's POV His lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each kiss, each touch, made me forget the tension that had consumed us earlier. My hands moved on their own, sliding over his broad shoulders, feeling the dampness of his skin and the heat that followed. I felt my inside aching for more as his hot breath continued to lit up more desires. Soon he his left fingers slid down my belly and two of them found their way inside my entrance while he bit my lower lip softly. “ah Simon…” I moaned uncontrollably, shutting my eyes off and let myself drown in the pleasure. Images of Noah flashed in my mind again, his hard body pressed against mine when we hugged, his piercing green eyes seeing through me effortlessly. I shot my eyes open, terrified of who came to my mind while my husband was on top of me, his fingers getting me wetter. I became breathless not sure if it was the pleasure building inside me or the anxiety that caught me off guard. I attempted to sha
Noah’s POV Nana… She looked even more beautiful than I remembered, like a dream I’d forgotten how to picture clearly. Her hair, her eyes, her lips—everything seemed to shimmer with a perfection that made my chest ache. It was as if the version of her I’d carried in my mind had been nothing more than a shadow compared to the reality sitting before me. Her amber eyes, usually so full of life, were dulled now, weighed down by something she wouldn’t share. Yet, even in her sadness, everything else about her seemed to glow, as if she was trying to outshine her own pain. My jaw tightened as I gripped the steering wheel, the tension in my knuckles betraying my calm façade. Something had happened between her and Simon. I didn’t need to ask; the exhaustion in her eyes told me everything. She could deny it a thousand times, but I wasn’t blind. She was holding herself together, but just barely. And here I was, struggling to keep my composure while she sat so close, her presence undoing m
Nana’s POV The night melted away far too quickly, the shrill sound of the alarm dragging me from restless dreams. I wriggled in bed, my eyes still closed, reaching out instinctively for Simon. My hand met only the cold, smooth fabric of the sheets. My stomach twisted, but I brushed the feeling aside. Simon had come to me last night, hadn’t he? Things were fine. They had to be fine. Shaking off the unease, I got ready for work, determined to find him at the office. There was a meeting today about the merger between his company and my parents’. I’d planned to use it as an excuse to go with him and also spend some time with him, but when I arrived, his absence only tightened the knot in my stomach. “Where is Simon?” I asked Grace, his secretary. Her hesitation was impossible to miss. “He didn’t say, ma’am.” I studied her for a moment, noting how carefully she avoided my gaze. It set my nerves
I slipped into his car, the black leather seats cool against my skin, the faint scent of cedar and cologne enveloping me as we sped off. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but my gaze betrayed me, drifting towards him more times than I’d like to admit.His eyes were fixed on the road, sharp and focused, while his large, veiny hands gripped the steering wheel with a quiet intensity. For a split second, an image of those hands gripping my neck instead flashed through my mind, sending an uninvited throb straight between my thighs.“No, no, no,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head to dispel the thought. I forced my eyes back to the road, willing the heat pooling inside me to fade. But it didn’t.Curiosity got the better of me, and I stole another glance, pretending to be interested in something on his side of the road. My eyes lingered on the sharp angle of his jaw, trailing down his broad chest, and finally landing on the unmistakable bulge in his groin. It was impossible to m
Noah’s POVThe meeting passed in a blur, but my problem wasn’t keeping track of the details—it was keeping my eyes off her. Every glance in her direction was a test of my self-control. It took everything in me not to grab Nana, pull her into a room, and fuck every ounce of sadness Simon had caused out of her. I couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop imagining what it’d feel like to have Nana pinned against the nearest wall, her breathless gasps filling the space between us. The way her blouse hugged her tits, her nipples poking out a little, teasing just enough to make me clench my fists under the table—God, it drove me insane. Her clothes clung to her in all the right ways, outlining curves that could drive a saint to sin.Her delicate collarbone peeked out from beneath her neckline, and all I could think about was trailing my lips across it, down further until I tasted every inch of her skin and the way her lips parted slightly as she was concentrated? It was criminal.Her brown ha
Her grip on my arm tightened as she laughed softly, her confidence flickering like a flame. “The kind that makes you forget everything else,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to mine.But forgetting wasn’t an option—not with Nana’s face still burned into my mind. I eventually gave in to Maddy’s requests but even as I entertained her games, and the image of amber eyes and a bright smile haunted me.Many hours later, Maddy and I stood at the edge of the rooftop balcony, letting the cool breeze crash against our faces. Behind us, the muffled sounds of laughter and music carried on, but I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes were glued to the city lights sprawling beneath us, but my mind, as always, drifted back to her.I couldn’t stop myself, not now, not ever. Every part of me ached for her, yet I was stuck watching her waste her life with Simon. The thought alone made my blood boil.“So, big guy…” Maddy’s raspy voice pulled me from my thoughts. She swirled the blue liquid in her
Nana’s POV What did I do wrong this time? The thought clawed at me, relentless and unrestrained. My nails dug into my palms as I sat before my monitor, stacks of contracts waiting for my signature, documents piling up. Yet, I could barely breathe. Simon was angry at me again. I didn’t even know why. After the meeting, I had tried to talk to him, but he’d barely spared me more than a curt response. Cold. Distant. Detached. He didn’t even try to hide his displeasure. Every minute in the car with him had been more suffocating than the last, like I was trapped in a space shrinking around me. I wanted to lash out. I wanted to scream, to shake him and demand that he tell me what I had done this time. But I wasn’t ready to be completely shut out again—to endure more days of his silent treatment, his cruel indifference. We had made love last night. I had thought—for a fleeting moment—that things were finally getting better. That maybe, just maybe, he still wanted me. But the way
“Please, what?” I twisted my finger, curling it, dragging it against the soft, sensitive walls inside her. She tasted divine. I groaned, shoving my fingers back inside her, thrusting, curling, teasing. This time, I went deeper, stroking, teasing. I found that sensitive little spot that made her body go weak and pressed against it ruthlessly. Her thighs trembled. Her walls clenched tight again, desperate, begging. She got close. But I ripped my fingers away again. She whined. A frustrated, broken sound. “Simon, please—” I gripped her jaw, tilting her face up. Making her look at me. Her lips were swollen, wet from the cries and gasps that had slipped past them. Beautiful. “You don’t get to beg,” I said, my voice low, dangerous. “Not after what you did.” “What?” Her eyes shone with confusion. She was too wrecked to understand, to think properly. Good. I slipped my fingers past my lips, licking away the taste of her, savoring her. And then I stood, leaving her panti
“Simon what are you doing?” Nana asked, her breath shuddering. I remained silent soaking in her disheveled state and ragged breaths. She looked so fucking beautiful, too beautiful. Every inch of her begged to be marked, bruised and tortured by me. Fuck I wanted to hurt her and make her enjoy every bit of it but I couldn’t. She was too pure for me. She tried to get up but I pushed her back, following as she landed softly on the bed, my hands found hers and pinned them above her head. More confusion flickered in those amber depths but I didn’t care. I needed more I wanted more. My blood ran hot rushing everywhere most especially my dick. I leaned into her ears, kissing the back close to her neck. My breath hit against her skin. Her breath hitched. “Simon” she called but her voice only dissipated with the air. I peeled back again. “I hate you Nana.” The words almost slipped out of my tongue but they remained in my head. “You have no idea how much I want to wreck you.” With
Nana was still crying. That soft, pathetic sound clawed at something deep inside me. It made my chest feel tight, my fingers twitch at my sides. Fucking Noah. It was always him. Always lingering, always finding a way to ruin what was mine. But the worst part? The part that made my jaw lock, my fists curl? Nana cared. She shouldn’t. She should be disgusted by him the way I was. She should hate him. She should have looked at him with nothing but dismissal, but instead, she was soft. Soft in ways she never should be with him. Her eyes had been wide, filled with something she had no business feeling for another man. For my fucking brother. The way she looked at him burned through me like gasoline to an open flame. And now she was crying for him. I hated it. Not just the sound, but the reason. That she was crying for something so pathetic, so unworthy. She cared too much, cared for people who didn’t deserve it, and it made me sick. But then, a thought—a dangerous, sickening
SIMONNoah sat at the counter of the small inbuilt bar, completely at ease in my house—like a wolf that had just wandered into the den of another, unbothered by whose territory he had just invaded. He held a glass of whiskey between his fingers, swirling the amber liquid as if he owned the place. A slow, smug smile curved his lips when his gaze met mine.I stilled, my body tensing before I even spoke. “What the hell are you doing here?” My voice came out low, tight, barely controlled.Noah took a lazy sip before setting the glass down, his expression deliberately casual. “Relax, big brother. I’m just being a good neighbor.”Nana turned to look at him, surprise flickering in her soft features. “Neighbor?”Noah chuckled, slow and amused, like he was enjoying a private joke. “Luigi sold his mansion to me. I’m the new owner.” His gaze flickered back to me, sharp and calculating. “We’re neighbors now, Simon.”The words rang in my ears like a goddamn siren. Of course. I should’ve known. Noa
NANA'S POVSimon was being nice now, but I couldn’t shake the anxiety creeping into my chest. Would this last? Or was this just another moment before the cold shoulder returned—before he started treating me like I was nothing more than some obsessed fan who annoyed him?Was it because I mentioned wanting a child? Was this his way of talking me out of it? Or had he actually realized how much he’d been hurting me?I wanted to believe it was the latter. God, I wanted to believe it.But Simon was unpredictable. Always.Even now, after he told me to stay away from Noah, I wanted to argue—but I didn’t. I just nodded and let the words settle inside me.Because that’s what I always did.I always chose him.“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”His voice was smooth, drawing me back into the moment. I looked up, startled to find his eyes fixed on me.“Oh, uh…” I forced a small smile. “It’s nothing.”It was a lie. A clumsy, obvious one.Simon smirked. “You’re not a very good lia
Simon’s POVNana was slipping away from me.It wasn’t obvious, not yet, but I could see the signs. The hesitation in her eyes. The way she didn’t lean into me like she used to. The lack of warmth in her voice when she said my name. It was my fault obviously but I couldn’t have her walking away. Never. She was mine to hurt alone. I led her through the restaurant, my grip around her wrist firm but not tight enough to raise suspicion. I preferred control wrapped in silk, not iron. People glanced as we passed—admiring, envious. The powerful CEO and his elegant wife. Picture perfect.Except she wasn’t adored. She was possessed.The host pulled out her chair, but I beat him to it, taking her hand and pressing my lips to her knuckles before guiding her down. A small gesture, a carefully placed thread in the unraveling fabric of her devotion.She stiffened for a moment, and then her eyes flickered—hope.Pathetic. Poor thing. I’d almost feel bad if she wasn’t such a fool for me. Even after e
Noah’s POVOh, sweetheart. If only you knew what your loving husband spends his nights doing to other women.I watched as Nana walked away, Simon’s grip tight on her wrist as he pulled her along like some devoted husband. It was laughable. He could bring her flowers, kiss her senseless in her office, whisper whatever sweet lies he thought would keep her tethered to him—but it wouldn’t last.She took one last look at me. Hesitant. Conflicted.Good.Her faith in him was already crumbling, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet. And Simon’s pathetic affections wouldn’t hold her together for much longer.Earlier, I met up with Maddy, expecting her to deliver exactly what I needed. Instead, she brought something entirely different.“I’m sorry, Noah.” Her voice was strained, her hands clasped together in desperation.I frowned, already knowing what was coming.“I failed.” She swallowed hard, glancing away. “But—I have an explanation.”My silence urged her to continue. I took in the marks
The air in the room changed, thickening with something I couldn’t quite name. His fingers, which had been idly tapping against the desk a second ago, stopped moving.And then, slowly, his expression hardened.“What is this about?” His voice was cold, almost detached.“You know what this is about, Simon.” I searched his face for a reaction, but he remained silent. “I think… a child would bring us back together. Just like before.”His jaw tensed. “Nana, we agreed—”“I know what we agreed on,” I cut in. “But things have changed.” My voice was firm, but my chest ached. “You were gone all night, Simon. You didn’t even return my calls.”Silence. He just watched me, his gaze unreadable.I took a shaky breath. “You say we’re fine, but you and I both know that’s not true.”His expression didn’t shift, but for a brief second—so quick I almost doubted it—I thought I saw it. Guilt. It flickered across his face before vanishing into indifference.“This isn’t about a child,” he said finally.My hea
Nana’s POVThe alarm buzzed, jolting me upright in bed. My heart pounded in my chest as I blinked against the dim light filtering through the curtains. When did I fall asleep?I had only closed my eyes to push away unnecessary feelings—about Noah, about Simon, about the gnawing anxiety that had been sitting in my gut since last night.I glanced around. The room was empty. He never came home.My stomach clenched, but I quickly shoved the feeling down. He probably had something to do. That’s all. It’s what I’ve always told myself. It’s what I had to tell myself.Simon would never betray me.And I would never betray him.That’s how it had always been.And I needed to set boundaries with Noah. I needed to focus. Everything would sort itself out.The sun had barely risen when I headed out for work. Work—the one constant in my life. Some people dreaded it, but for me, it was an escape. A place where my thoughts quieted, where I could pretend everything outside the office didn’t exist.Wit