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Isabelle POV He looked almost exactly as I remembered—tall, broad-shouldered, with the same kind brown eyes that had once made me feel safe. But there was something different about him now, a confidence that hadn’t been there before. “Brian?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. His lips curved into a small smile as he took a step forward. “It’s been a long time.” Damion’s gaze flicked between us, his confusion deepening. “Wait… this is Brian?” My mind raced as I tried to process what was happening. Brian’s unexpected appearance wasn’t part of the plan—or the lie I’d just told. And now, with both men standing in front of me, I felt like the walls were closing in. Nathan suddenly ran back and held my hands, after I told him to go meet his aunty. “Mommy, is that Daddy?” Nathan’s voice piped up again, his innocent question cutting through the tension like a knife. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Damion’s POV I couldn’t tear my eyes away
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Isabelle’s POV The next morning was calm, the kind of calm that unsettled me because I knew it couldn’t last. My office was quiet except for the rhythmic clicking of my keyboard as I worked through the last of my emails. The sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the modern, sleek design of the space I’d built for myself. This was my sanctuary—my proof that I’d overcome everything the world had thrown at me. But today, I couldn’t shake the strange feeling of tension brewing just below the surface. My assistant knocked lightly on the door and peeked in. “Miss Everett, your 11 o’clock is here, but they’re running a little late.” I glanced up and nodded. “That’s fine, Stephanie. Just let me know when they arrive.” She hesitated for a moment, as if wanting to say more, but eventually left. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a brief moment of peace. That’s when the door slammed open. I jolted upright, my heart racing as Kaia Jenkins stor
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Isabelle’s POV Nathan’s small arms wrapped tightly around my legs as he looked up at me, his innocent smile a stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air. My heart ached as I gently smoothed his curls, trying to hide the turmoil raging inside me. “Nathan,” I said softly, crouching to his level, “Mommy needs a minute. I’m speaking with a visitor right now, okay?” His little face scrunched up in disappointment. “But Mommy—” “I know,” I interrupted, brushing my fingers against his cheek, “but I promise I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done.” He hesitated but finally nodded, his trust in me unwavering. “Okay, Mommy.” As he turned and padded out of the room, I straightened, my eyes locking onto Kaia’s. Her expression was a mix of shock and curiosity, her earlier anger momentarily replaced with something sharper—calculation. “So, it’s true,” Kaia said, her voice low and measured. “You do have a child.” I crossed my arms, meeting her gaze head-on. “Is that why you’re
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Isabelle’s POV The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of my office as I sat at my desk, scrolling through the latest reports. Stephanie, my assistant, stood nearby, clipboard in hand and an expression of quiet efficiency that I’d come to rely on. “Miss Everett,” she began, her tone professional, “we’ve finalized the contracts for the Brighton project, but there’s a new opportunity that might interest you.” I glanced up, intrigued. “Go on.” She adjusted her glasses, glancing at her notes. “A partnership proposal from Ryder Industries. They’ve been expanding into renewable energy solutions and need a logistics partner to handle international supply chains. Their CEO personally recommended us.” The mention of Ryder Industries made my heart skip a beat. Damion. His name lingered in the air like a ghost. I cleared my throat, trying to mask my unease. “And you think this is worth pursuing?” Stephanie nodded. “Their track record in innovation is solid, and wit
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Isabelle’s POV Brian’s words hung in the air like a challenge I wasn’t ready to face. His hopeful gaze, the slight curve of his lips as he waited for my response—it all felt like too much. My heart raced as I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could say a word, my phone buzzed loudly on the table. I frowned, glancing at the screen. Aunt Rita’s name flashed across it, and my stomach tightened. She never called unless it was urgent. “Sorry,” I said to Brian, forcing a tight smile. “I have to take this.” He nodded, leaning back in his chair, his expression unreadable. I swiped to answer. “Aunt Rita? What’s wrong?” Her voice came through the line, breathless and hurried. “Isabelle, you need to come home. Now.” My chest tightened. “What’s going on? Is Nathan okay?” “It’s not about Nathan,” she said quickly. “He’s fine, I promise. But it’s… it’s Damion.” Her words slammed into me like a freight train. My heart skipped a beat, my grip on the phone tightening. “Damion?
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Isabelle’s POV The cool night air pressed against my skin as I marched toward Damion. My heart pounded in my chest, the fury bubbling inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. He stood near the gate, swaying slightly, the bottle in his hand hanging limply by his side. His disheveled appearance and glassy eyes screamed of recklessness, and the sight of him brought a mix of anger and… something else I couldn’t name. “What the hell are you doing here, Damion?” I demanded, my voice low and sharp. The murmurs from the small crowd of onlookers only fueled my frustration. “Are you trying to make a scene?” His head turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, I thought he didn’t recognize me, but then a lazy, almost relieved smile spread across his face. “Isabelle,” he slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. “Finally.” I gritted my teeth, stepping closer. “Damion, you’re drunk. Go home.” “Home?” he echoed, stumbling forward. “I don’t have a home anymore. Not without you.
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Isabelle’s POV The air still felt heavy even after Damion finally left. His words, his touch, his kiss—it all lingered like a storm cloud over my thoughts. My lips still tingled, not just from his kiss but from the anger and disbelief that followed. What had just happened? How had I let it get this far? I paced back and forth in my living room, my hands trembling slightly as I tried to shake off the emotions swirling inside me. Damion Ryder was like a hurricane—unpredictable, destructive, and relentless. And just like before, I felt myself being pulled into his chaos. But I wouldn’t let it happen again. Nathan’s soft voice called from upstairs, breaking through my spiraling thoughts. “Mommy?” I froze, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “I’m here, sweetheart!” “Is it safe to come down now?” he asked, his tone innocent but tinged with curiosity. My heart clenched. He must have heard the commotion. “Yes, it’s safe. Everything’s fine.” I listened to the soft patter o
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Isabelle’s POV The morning sun spilled through the curtains, filling my bedroom with warmth. It should have been comforting, but instead, it felt like a spotlight, exposing the chaos of my thoughts. After the storm Damion had stirred last night, I couldn’t shake the unease clinging to me. His words, his presence—they lingered like smoke in the air, impossible to ignore. I sat at the breakfast table with Nathan, his cheerful humming a stark contrast to the turmoil in my chest. He munched on a piece of toast, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. “Mommy,” he said between bites, “can we go to the park today?” I forced a smile, brushing his curls back affectionately. “We’ll see, sweetheart. Mommy has some work to do first, okay?” He nodded, happily returning to his breakfast. Watching him, I felt a pang of guilt. I’d dragged him back to this city, thinking I could keep my past buried, but it was all unraveling. And now Damion was here, threatening to uncover secrets that c
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Isabelle’s POV The flashing blue and red lights outside my home were almost blinding, their glow casting distorted shadows across the walls. The tension that had held me captive for days still lingered, but Nathan was finally safe. He was asleep upstairs, his tiny body curled up under the blankets where he belonged. Yet, the weight in my chest refused to lift. A uniformed officer stood in front of me, his expression calm but probing. I knew they wanted answers—real ones—but I wasn’t ready to give them. I had my answers. I just couldn’t say them out loud. Damion. “Ms. Everett,” the officer began gently, flipping through his notepad. “I understand this has been an overwhelming situation, but we need to be sure we’re closing this case properly. Are you certain there’s nothing else you’d like to report? No new suspicions about who took your son?” I felt Damion’s presence behind me, lingering by the doorway, tense and silent. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loud it
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Kaia’s POV The plan was unraveling faster than I had anticipated. When Damion stormed out after returning the boy, I knew things had shifted. I felt it in the way his voice trembled when he’d confronted me. The guilt. The hesitation. He was slipping away. And it was her fault. Isabelle. Always so righteous, so defiant, making him question everything I had carefully constructed. I paced the length of my penthouse, the sound of my heels echoing off the marble floors. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glittered beneath the night sky, a perfect illusion of peace. But inside? Everything felt like it was closing in. Damion was supposed to be mine. I had done everything. Stood by him when his life crumbled. Cleaned up the mess after Isabelle abandoned him. I had been patient, understanding, even when he had made it clear she was still haunting him. And now? She was back, unraveling him piece by piece. And Walter—Walter was only making it worse. The call
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Isabelle’s POV The house felt unbearably quiet without Nathan. Every tick of the clock on the wall seemed louder, each second pressing down on me with suffocating weight. The walls felt closer, the air heavier, the silence almost mocking. I sat curled on the couch, staring blankly at the framed picture of Nathan on the mantel. His bright smile, the way his eyes sparkled with innocence and trust—it was too much. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. Crying meant giving in to the fear clawing at my chest. It meant accepting the nightmare Walter had pulled me into. And I couldn’t break. Not when my son was out there, scared and alone. The sharp knock on the door jolted me out of my daze. My pulse spiked. I shot to my feet, half stumbling as I rushed toward the door. Please. Let it be the police. Let it be news. Let it be— I swung the door open, and my heart stopped. Damion stood there. And in his arms, cradled carefully, was Nathan. I couldn’t
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Kaia’s POV It had all started with a whisper. The first time Damion had mentioned the child, I knew something was wrong. The way his voice caught when he asked about Nathan, the way his eyes lingered on the boy as if searching for a reflection of himself—it was like watching a man unravel in slow motion. And I couldn’t let that happen. Not again. Because I knew, deep down, that if Nathan was Damion’s son, everything I had worked for—the life I’d carefully built with him—would fall apart. So I did what I always did. I found a way to control the narrative. It hadn’t been difficult. Manipulation never was when you understood a man’s vulnerabilities. And Damion’s greatest vulnerability was his desperate need for closure. I hadn’t even needed to convince him. “It’s the only way,” I had whispered to him weeks ago, the night we’d sat in his study, the tension thick between us. “If she won’t tell you the truth, we have to find it ourselves.” And he’d agreed. But now, a
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Isabelle’s POV The photograph trembled in my hands. Nathan—my sweet boy—blindfolded, vulnerable, and so far out of reach. The handwritten message beneath his image echoed in my mind. “You were warned. Now listen.” A cold knot twisted in my stomach. Walter. This was him. It had to be. I felt Damion’s presence behind me before I heard him speak. His voice was low, dangerous. “Let me see it.” I handed him the photograph with shaky fingers, my breath shallow. The moment his eyes scanned the image, his entire body stiffened. His jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding. The hand holding the photo curled into a fist, crumpling the paper slightly as his gaze darkened with rage. “Damion,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “What do we do? He’s my son. Our son—” “What?!” He turned sharply, his eyes burning with something unreadable. “Nathan is my son?!” I nodded nervously. I couldn’t lie to him anymore. It was for the best. He had to know the truth. If he’s
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Isabelle’s POV The sound of shattering glass ripped through the house like a gunshot. “Nathan!” My heart seized, and without thinking, I bolted toward the kitchen. Damion was right behind me, his voice sharp. “Stay behind me, Isabelle!” I didn’t listen. All I could think about was my son—my baby. The kitchen window was broken, shards of glass glittering across the floor, but it was the open back door that made my blood run cold. The wind howled through it, carrying the sound of tires screeching in the distance. He was gone. Nathan. I stumbled forward, my breath catching painfully in my chest. “Nathan! Nathan, where are you?!” Silence. The kind of silence that leaves a void, the kind that makes you realize something precious has been stolen from you. Damion’s hands caught my shoulders, pulling me back as I shook uncontrollably. “Isabelle—stop! Stop! He’s not here!” His voice was rough but controlled, his grip anchoring me as I felt like I was falling apart.
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Isabelle’s POV I stared at the message on my phone, the cold words burning into my mind. “You’re running out of time. Leave, or face the consequences.” Walter. I didn’t need proof. His fingerprints were all over this. The sudden sabotage of my contracts, the threatening text—it was his way of reminding me that I was nothing to him. That I was a problem he needed to erase. But the part that rattled me most wasn’t the threat itself. It was the fact that Walter knew I wouldn’t leave. Not this time. I set my phone down, inhaling deeply, fighting to steady my pulse. I wouldn’t be bullied. I wouldn’t let this man, or anyone else, push me out of my life. I had built everything from scratch. My business. My reputation. My home. But as I sat there, staring into the dimly lit living room, the ache in my chest was undeniable. Because I hadn’t just built this life for myself. I had built it for Nathan. The sound of his soft footsteps broke my spiral. “Mommy?” His sleep
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Isabelle’s POV The morning came with a sense of foreboding I couldn’t shake. I’d barely slept, my thoughts consumed by Walter Ryder’s warning and the weight of his veiled threat. It wasn’t just his words that unsettled me—it was the way he delivered them. Calm. Cold. Unrelenting. Nathan’s laughter floated from the living room as I sipped my coffee, his innocent joy a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my mind. I glanced at my phone, the unread messages from Brian a reminder that my life wasn’t just a mess—it was a tangled web, and I was caught in the center of it. Stephanie’s call came just as I was about to head to the office. Her voice was rushed, almost panicked. “Miss Everett, we have a situation.” I gripped the phone tighter. “What is it?” “Three of our major clients have pulled out of their contracts this morning,” she said, her voice trembling. “No explanation. Just… gone.” The room tilted slightly, but I forced myself to stay calm. “All at once?” “Yes,” s
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Isabelle’s POV Walter Ryder was a man whose presence lingered long after he left a room. Even now, as I sat in my office staring blankly at the door he had walked through, I could feel his cold, calculating gaze bearing down on me. His warning replayed in my mind, his words like shards of ice cutting through my resolve. “Take your son and disappear before Damion gets too close.” It wasn’t a suggestion—it was a threat. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Walter Ryder had always been a puppet master, pulling strings from the shadows, and I wasn’t naïve enough to think his visit was just a courtesy call. He wanted me gone. He always had. But this time, I wasn’t running. Later that afternoon, I sat in my living room with Nathan, his laughter filling the space as he played with his toy cars. Watching him, I felt a pang of guilt. His innocence was a stark contrast to the storm brewing around us, and I hated that he was caught in the middle of it. “Mommy,” he
