NORA'S POV
Her question hung in the air. Where was I going to go?
Genevieve stood by the window, her back to me. She turned around with a soft smile. “What’s the plan, Nora?”
I sighed. “Honestly? I’ve been thinking about what I used to love before... before Sam, before this life. Remember how I used to paint?”
Her eyes lit up. “Of course! You doodled everywhere, even on my notebooks!” She laughed, and we both smiled at the memory. "Don’t tell me you’ve started painting again?"
I nodded. “Yeah. It’s been keeping me sane. Actually, I applied to an art company abroad.”
Genevieve’s eyes widened. “Nora! That’s amazing! Where? When?”
“Paris. I got the offer a few weeks ago,” I said quietly.
Gen hugged me happily shouting for glee that I couldn’t help but laugh too.
“You’re going to crush me Gen”, I shouted, laughing hard, forgetting I had been sad few minutes ago.
“Paris! Tell me everything.”
Just as I was about to respond, a wave of dizziness hit me. The room spun, and I clutched the edge of the bed.
“Nora? What’s wrong?” Genevieve’s voice was full of concern.
“I don’t know... I’ve just been feeling off,” I admitted, rubbing my temple.
“You’ve been pale for days. Let’s go see my family’s doctor. He’ll know what to do,” she insisted.
“Your family’s doctor?” I frowned. Sam had never once mentioned taking me to see him. In fact, I always went to public hospitals like everyone else. Sam never thought I should be part of that world, I realized bitterly.
We arrived at the clinic, and Genevieve insisted she was going to wait outside. “Look, I already called him, he knows you're coming. You’ll get better answers if you go in alone.”
I stepped into the consultation room, feeling a knot of tension in my stomach. The nurse told me to feel comfortable that the doctor would soon be with me. I was expecting an elderly man but when the door opened, my breath caught in my throat.
It was Daniel.
My high school crush. My stomach fluttered. I hadn’t seen him in years. He looked different—better, somehow. His dark hair was longer, brushing the collar of his white coat, and his deep brown eyes, the same ones I used to dream about in high school, were warm and kind. He was taller, broader, with a confidence that made him seem both commanding and approachable. His sharp jawline and the way his lips curled into a soft smile stirred something deep inside me. He was effortlessly handsome, the kind of man who could make you feel seen just by looking at you.
“Nora?” His voice was soft, rich, and filled with surprise. “Wow, it’s been a long time.”
I managed a nervous smile. “Daniel... I didn’t know you were the Bennetts’ family doctor.”
He chuckled, a low, comforting sound that made my stomach flutter. “Yeah, small world, huh? It's really nice to see you again.”
He paused and stammered. “You look…you look even more beautiful than ever”, he said, his voice tight. I smiled softly but said nothing.
He then drew a chair and sat on it, moving close to me. “Let’s…uh…let's see what’s going on.”
He was so close to me that if I wanted to reach out and touch his hair, I could have.
“So,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes locked on mine, “tell me what’s been happening.”
Distracted by his beautiful eyes, I stuttered as I explained how I’d been feeling dizzy, and he listened intently, nodding, his gaze never wavering from mine. There was something calming about the way he focused on me, like nothing else in the world mattered in that moment.
After a few more questions, Daniel’s expression turned serious. “Nora, when was your last period?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “I’m not sure... I’ve been so stressed I didn’t notice.”
He paused, his brows furrowing slightly. “I think we should run a pregnancy test. Just to rule it out.”
Pregnancy.
The word hit me like a tidal wave. Could I really be pregnant? Now, of all times? I nodded, too shocked to speak. I watched mechanically as Daniel drew my blood into a vial.
He left the room to run the test, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts. What would I do if I was pregnant? Could I handle it? And Sam—how would he react? Did I even want him to know?
When Daniel returned, his expression was soft, but serious. He sat down next to me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him.
“Nora... the test came back positive.”
I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. I was pregnant. My chest tightened as a mix of emotions flooded through me—fear, confusion, disbelief.
Daniel reached out and gently touched my arm, his thumb brushing my skin in a way that sent a shiver through me. His touch was tender, grounding. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said softly. “But you’re not alone. I’m here for you, whatever you need. I'll prescribe some drugs for you…”
We conversed for a while after that like old friends.
“So,” Daniel said after a pause, a small smile playing on his lips, “Paris, huh?”
I nodded, my heart still pounding. “Yeah. I need to focus on my career. I’m not ready for... anything else.”
His smile didn’t fade. “That’s okay. I get it. Actually, I’m going to Paris too. I’ve been accepted into a medical fellowship there.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, you’re going to Paris?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Looks like we might be seeing a lot of each other.”
Something in my chest fluttered at the thought, but I quickly pushed it down. This wasn’t the time to get swept up in feelings. Not with everything going on.
Just as I was starting to relax, something clicked in my mind, and my heart sank.
Daniel was Sam’s family doctor.
My eyes widened in panic, and I grabbed his arm. “Daniel… Can Sam not know about this?”
I didn’t want Sam involved. Not now, not ever. He couldn’t be part of this new chapter in my life. I needed to protect my baby, protect myself. I couldn’t let him know. I didn't need the complication a baby would bring. We were divorced and I need it to stay that way. I was done with Sam.
Before Daniel could respond, my phone rang. The name on the screen made my heart stop.
It was Sam.
SAM’S POVI stared at the divorce papers in front of me, the black ink practically screaming off the page. Final Decree of Divorce. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. Lily stood by my desk, shifting her weight nervously as if she didn’t want to be the one delivering the news.“Mr. Bennett,” she said gently. “Your wife... um, Ms. Bennett, had these sent over this morning.”I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a nod. “Thanks, Lily.”She hovered by the door, uncertain, like she wanted to say more.“If there’s anything I can—”“There’s nothing,” I cut her off, harsher than I intended. Lily flinched, and I immediately regretted it.She gave me a tight smile. “Understood. Just let me know if you need anything.”I nodded again, already tuning her out. Once she left the room, I leaned back in my chair and let out a long, shaky breath. The papers were still there—staring back at me, cold and final. This is what she wanted, I reminded myself. She had made up her mind
NORA'S POVThe moment I ended the call with Sam, I stood frozen in the middle of the consultation room, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. I could still hear the confusion in his voice, the way it cracked slightly when he asked who was with me. He wasn’t angry—just... desperate. And I hung up on him. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow the erratic beating of my heart. Sam always knew how to throw me off balance. Even now, divorced and with my life in pieces, he still managed to stir something in me—something I wasn’t ready to face.I quickly said goodbye to Daniel and left.The house felt suffocating the moment I walked in, as if the walls knew the weight of the things left unsaid between Sam and me. I dropped my bag on the table and glanced around. It was quiet—too quiet. Then I heard footsteps in the kitchen.He was home.Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the kitchen.Sam was leaning over the counter, scrolling through his phone, his sleeves rolled up and his jaw
SAM'S POV The second Nora vanished upstairs, I rounded on Isabella, my patience hanging by a thread. “What the hell is wrong with you Izzy?” I growled, keeping my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension.Isabella’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Oh, Sam, relax. You really should have told her the truth. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble.”The muscles in my jaw clenched. “This isn’t a game, Isabella.” She arched a brow, entirely unbothered by my frustration. “You think I don’t know that? If anyone’s playing games, it’s you, Sam.”I stepped closer, my voice low and dangerous. “I swear, Isabella, if you keep pushing—” Her smile widened, smug and taunting. “You’ll what? Go ahead, Sam. But we both know you won’t. Not after everything we agreed on. Not after what I did for you!”The mention of our deal made the blood in my veins boil, but I knew better than to lash out. Not here. Not with her. I exhaled sharply, turning on my heel before I did something I’d reg
NORA'S POV When the car pulled up outside Genevieve’s loft, relief washed over me. Her place wasn’t just a physical escape—it was a bubble of freedom, far away from the heavy, complicated world of the Bennetts. The doorman opened the door for me with a warm smile. “Welcome, Ms. Nora. Miss Genevieve’s expecting you.” I gave him a tight smile and grabbed my suitcase, feeling the tension ease just a bit as I stepped inside the building. The elevator doors opened to reveal Genevieve leaning casually against the doorframe of her loft, wearing a bright yellow crop top, high-waisted jeans, and her signature red lipstick. Her wild, fiery curls framed her face like a halo. “There you are!” she grinned, throwing open her arms. I managed a small laugh as she pulled me into a tight hug, her floral perfume wrapping around me like a blanket of warmth. “You’re safe now,” she whispered, squeezing me once before stepping back. Her green eyes sparkled mischievously. “Come in!” Genevieve’
SAM'S POV The night air was sharp and cold as I left Genevieve’s loft. My hands were stuffed deep in my pockets, my jaw tight with frustration. She had shut me out again, siding with Nora like always. I knew she was only trying to protect her, but it didn’t make it any easier to swallow. Why did I sign those damned papers? I asked myself for the umpteenth time.By the time I got back to my apartment, the emptiness inside me had settled like a weight in my chest. I tossed my keys on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed onto the couch. The room was too quiet. Too still. I grabbed my phone, knowing it was a bad idea but doing it anyway. I opened Pictory and searched for my name. It didn’t take long for the video of my fight with Jacob to pop up. The headline read: Sam Bennett Loses His Cool—Family Feud or Lover’s Quarrel?Great. Just what I needed. I rolled my eyes, these bloggers would use any headlines for click bait. What did they know about what happened in the Ben
NORA'S POV Genevieve leaned in expectantly, her manicured nails drumming softly against the side of her champagne glass. “So?” she prompted, her voice low but eager. I opened my mouth, the words already forming at the back of my throat: I’m pregnant. But just as they reached the tip of my tongue, something tightened inside me. The weight of it, the reality—suddenly, it felt too big. Too terrifying. Not yet. Instead, I gave her a tight smile and shrugged, forcing a lighter tone. “I was just teasing you.”Gen twirled the stem of her glass between her fingers, her smile deepening. “Huh.” I could see it instantly—she didn’t believe me. Not fully. Genevieve knew me too well, could probably tell there was more I wasn’t saying. But to my relief, she played along. We made our way through the bustling streets of New York, the sharp autumn air nipping at our skin as we made our way to one of Gen’s dance classes.As we stepped inside, the warmth of the lobby hit us, along with the faint
SAM'S POV Daniel’s words still gnawed at the edges of my mind as I leaned back in my chair. Focus on your family.Just as my thoughts started spiraling out of control, and I was starting to think increasingly about calling Nora, my phone buzzed on the desk. Dad. I blew out a slow breath and answered. “Hey, Dad.” “Samuel,” came the steady, authoritative voice of William Bennett. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. “I’m in town. On my way to the office.” The familiar weight of expectation settled on my shoulders, but I didn’t let it show. “Everything alright?” I asked, already knowing the answer. My father never just stopped by. “We’ll discuss it when I get there,” he replied shortly. “See you in twenty.” And just like that, he hung up. William Bennett didn’t waste words, and small talk was beneath him. He saw conversations the way he saw investments—efficient and to the point, with no room for excess. I loosened my tie, already bracing myself for w
NORA'S POV Isabella’s words hung in the air like a loaded gun. You shouldn’t be talking after what you did. A chill ran down my spine, and for a moment, I felt the ground shift beneath me. My breath hitched as dread coiled tightly in my chest. What did she mean by that? Could she know? I forced my features to remain neutral, but inside, panic surged. There were things—mistakes I had made—that no one was supposed to know about. I thought I’d buried them deep, locked them away where they couldn’t come back to haunt me. But now Isabella was looking at me with that same smug grin, like a cat who’d just cornered a mouse. No. She couldn’t know. I swallowed the lump in my throat and squared my shoulders. I couldn’t let her see the crack in my armor—not now, not ever. “What exactly do you think I did, Isabella?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, my voice light but edged with steel. Her smile deepened, but I saw a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. She had been bluffing—fishing
NORA'S POV The cab’s engine hummed softly, a thin veil of city noise seeping in through the windows. I sat in the back seat, gripping my bag tightly, my thoughts racing. My heart hammered against my ribs as we neared the towering gates of the Caradelli estate.I had lied to Sam. To Genevieve. Told them I needed rest, that the chaos had finally caught up to me. It wasn’t entirely untrue—I did need rest. But how could I rest when Zoe was out there, alone and vulnerable?The estate loomed ahead, dark and foreboding. Wrought-iron gates slowly creaked open, revealing the sprawling grounds bathed in dim, golden light. My palms were damp with sweat as I stepped out of the car and approached the grand entrance.A butler opened the door, his expression impassive as he gestured for me to enter. “Ms. Bennett, this way.”I followed him silently, my shoes clicking against the polished marble floors. The opulence of the Caradelli estate was stifling. Every corner was adorned with gold trim, heavy
NORA'S POV He looked different now—more tired, more worn—but the intensity in his eyes was unchanged. It was the same look he’d always had, the one that made it hard to tell if he was about to kiss you or ruin your life.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Seeing him here, after everything that had happened, felt like the ground beneath me had shifted. Memories surged forward, unbidden, a tidal wave of emotions that I couldn’t stop.The first time we had reconnected flashed vividly in my mind—the sterile smell of the hospital room where he'd told me I was pregnant.
SAM'S POV The cold wind bit at my face as I walked down the shadowed street, the world around me a blur. The city was alive—horns blaring, people shouting, lights flashing in every direction—but none of it registered. My mind was somewhere else, trapped in an endless loop of pain and disbelief.My father was gone. The man who had built the Bennett empire, who had raised me to take the helm, had been taken in the cruelest way imaginable. Acid in his tea. I couldn’t stop picturing the agony he must have endured in those final moments, his throat burning, his life slipping away.And now Zoe was gone too. Stolen right
NORA'S POV The Bennett mansion felt impossibly large and unbearably empty. No matter how grand the chandeliers glowed or how pristine the marble floors shone, the house seemed cloaked in darkness. Every corner whispered reminders of what was missing; Zoe and William. There was just so much grief in the walls of the mansion. I couldn’t sit still anymore. The silence pressed down on me, my thoughts swirling endlessly as guilt, anger, and fear battled for control. I had failed my daughter, failed to protect her when she needed me most. And now, she was out there, with strangers who might mean her harm.I pushed open the door to
SAM'S POV The phone slipped from my trembling hand, clattering onto the floor. My legs felt unsteady, like they might give way beneath me, but the flood of emotions surging through my chest refused to let me collapse.Your father is dead, Samuel…The words repeated in my mind like a cruel echo, each time cutting deeper. My chest felt tight, my throat raw as I struggled to breathe. My father couldn’t be dead. William Bennett was larger than life…indestructible, unyielding. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
NORA'S POV The first thing I noticed was the unusual quiet.I shifted in my hospital bed, wincing at the dull throb in my head from the attack. The sterile walls of the room offered no comfort, and I tried to shake off the unease that had settled over me. Normally, there was a nurse bustling in to check my vitals or update me on Zoe, but this time, there was only silence.The door creaked open, and I sat up a little straighter, relief flooding me as I saw a nurse enter followed closely by a doctor. But their faces… they were pale, drawn, and tight with worry.
SAM'S POV Charles’s words hung in the air, heavy and sharp as a blade.“I don’t want it,” he said, his voice cracking with a mix of defiance and despair. “I don’t want to be the heir.”Jacob froze, his eyes narrowing in disbelief before they blazed with fury. “What did you just say?” he demanded, his voice low and trembling.“You heard me,” Charles shot back, his fists clenched at his sides. “I don’t want it. I never did.”
NORA'S POV The quiet of the hospital room was both a blessing and a curse. The soft hum of machines and the distant chatter of nurses offered some comfort, but it also left me alone with my thoughts.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still aching from the surgery. The nurses had reassured me that Zoe was doing well, her breathing steady and strong. They said she was a fighter, but that didn’t stop the worry from gnawing at me.I worried about Zoe, about the future. About Sam.He’d called to tell me he was with Jacob, and though he’d assured me it was just a conversation, I couldn’t shake the dread pooling in my stomach. Jacob was dangerous, and the thought of Sam walking into a trap made me restless.I sighed, closing my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep. But just as the edges of slumber began to creep in, the sound of the door opening jolted me awake.At first, I thought it was a nurse or Sam returning, but when I turned my head, my breath caught in my throat.Elias R
SAM'S POV The room was unbearably still, the rhythmic beep of Zoe’s monitor the only sound. I turned toward the doorway, expecting a nurse, but instead, it was someone I hadn’t expected to see so soon.Charles.He hesitated in the doorway, his sandy hair falling messily over his forehead, his suit jacket slightly too large for his thin frame. His blue eyes—uncertain and conflicted—darted around the room before settling on Zoe’s bassinet.Nora stood from her chair, her protective instincts immediately kicking in as she moved slightly in front of Zoe. “Who are you?” she asked, her tone firm but puzzled.“Charles,” I said again, my voice drawing Nora’s startled gaze. “This is Jacob’s son.”Nora’s expression shifted from confusion to shock as she looked at him. “You’re… Jacob’s…”His voice cracked, and he glanced down at his shoes before looking back at Zoe. “I’m sorry for intruding,” he said quickly. “I just…I wanted to make sure she’s okay.”Genevieve turned sharply from the window, he