NORA'S POV
The silence of the cabin pressed against me, broken only by the soft creaks of old wood and the distant rustling of trees outside. I sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, the loose floorboard before me like a crack in the fortress Daniel had built around me. My fingers traced the jagged edges of the rusted nail I’d pried free days ago, my heart racing with the knowledge that this could be my only way out.
The baby moved suddenly, a sharp, insistent kick that pulled my focus to my swollen belly. I placed a hand over the spot, whispering, “Just hold on a little longer, sweetheart. We’ll get out of here. I promise.”
SAM'S POV The past has a way of creeping back in when you least expect it.I hadn’t thought about Elias Roosevelt in years, but the moment his scarred face emerged from behind that mask at the gala, memories came rushing back. His voice, sharp and mocking, still haunted me as I prepared to meet him now, hoping against hope he’d have answers about Jacob—and Nora.Genevieve had arranged the meeting, insisting it was our best lead. I wasn’t sure if I trusted her judgment or if I was just desperate enough to cling to anything.
NORA'S POVHe looked at me like I’d just stumbled upon a terrible secret I wasn’t meant to know. “Forget I said that,” he muttered, his tone evasive.“No,” I said firmly, my voice rising. “You don’t get to do that, Daniel. You’ve been dragging me through this nightmare, claiming you’re protecting me, but you’ve been lying the entire time. Start talking. Now.”He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, I thought he might shut me out again but his expression clouded with something between frustration and guilt.“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice low. “Jacob does have a child. With Evelyn.”I stared at him, the weight of his words settling over me like a stone.Daniel leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Evelyn was always an outsider to your circle, Nora. You know that. The Bennetts didn’t make it easy for her, and Jacob… he was her only tether. But their relationship wasn’t just some fling. It was real. And it produced a child, a child Jacob i
SAM'S POVThe door slammed behind me, the sound barely registering as I stormed out of the meeting with Elias. My fists clenched, knuckles white, I could still hear his words echoing in my head: “We don’t have her. Good luck, Bennett.”Good luck? I didn’t need luck. I needed answers. I needed my wife back.The crisp evening air did little to cool the frustration boiling in my veins. My car was parked nearby, but instead of getting in, I turned and started walking. My thoughts were a whirlwind, one that wouldn’t settle no matter how hard I tried to focus.Jacob. Evelyn. Isabella. Nora.I rubbed my temples, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Genevieve’s words earlier in the week clawed at my mind. “You can’t see what’s right in front of you, Sam. Isabella isn’t innocent.”And the folder. God, why couldn’t I open the damn folder? Why did I freeze every time I thought about it?Was it guilt? Loyalty? Or was there still a part of me—a twisted, broken part—that liked Isabella?Th
NORA'S POVIt was Genevieve. “Sam,” Genevieve’s voice was sharp, cutting through the fog in my head. “Adrian Blackwell is here. He wants to see you.” Adrian. Of course, Genevieve would call him. My jaw clenched. “I’m on my way,” I mumbled, hanging up before she could say more. I called the chauffeur, barely managing to give him coherent instructions to pick me up. When he arrived, I slumped into the back seat, my head leaning against the cool glass. The city lights blurred together, mirroring the mess in my mind. When we pulled up to the estate, I knew something was off. The lights in the drawing room were blazing, and silhouettes of people crowded together were visible through the windows. I stepped out, wobbling slightly as I straightened my jacket. Inside, the tension was suffocating. Everyone was there—my father, Jacqueline, Genevieve, Isabella, Alice, and Adrian. Their faces turned to me as I staggered in, the heavy scent of
NORA'S POVThe cold night air bit into my skin as I stumbled along the desolate road, the darkness stretching endlessly ahead of me. My breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, each one clouding the air in front of me before dissolving into the night. The ache in my belly was a relentless reminder of my vulnerability, the baby’s movements faint but insistent, as if urging me to keep going. Each step felt heavier than the last, my legs trembling beneath me like they might give out at any moment. The forest around me was alive with sounds—the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the snapping of twigs—but every noise sent a shiver down my spine. Was someone following me? Or was my mind playing cruel tricks? I had no idea where I was. Daniel’s cabin had been isolated, tucked away in some forgotten corner of nowhere. The road I’d found felt like it hadn’t been used in years, the gravel uneven and overgrown. My bare feet ached, the rough stones cutting into my
SAM'S POVThe tension in the study was suffocating. Evelyn sat across from me, a picture of cold poise, her legs crossed, her lips curved into a faint smirk. Her words stung like barbs, each one dragging me closer to an edge I didn’t want to cross. “I told you, Sam,” Evelyn said smoothly, her voice as calm as ever. “If you want Nora back, you’ll have to agree to my terms.” “Why the hell would I trust you?” I snapped, pacing the room. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “You’ve been lying since the moment you showed up. Jacob, the Morettis and everything you’ve done has been to destroy us!” Evelyn raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “And yet, here I am, offering you a way to end this. Doesn’t that say something?” “It says you’re desperate,” I shot back. She leaned forward, her voice dropping. “I’m offering you the chance to get Nora back and stop this madness. All you have to do is listen.” Before I could respond, the door
NORA'S POV The Bennet mansion felt oppressively quiet, as if the entire house held its breath in anticipation. I sat on a plush chair in William’s private study, my legs trembling beneath the weight of exhaustion. Sam stood by the window, his jaw tight as he stared out into the rain, while Genevieve perched on the arm of a chair, her sharp gaze never leaving me. William sat behind his large oak desk, his face almost unreadable.The silence stretched unbearably.
SAM'S POV The black SUV screeched to a halt, gravel spraying beneath the tires as Adrian cut the engine. The private airfield stretched out ahead of us, dim lights illuminating the small jet stationed on the tarmac. The roar of its engines filled the air, signaling an imminent departure.Adrian glanced at me, his expression hard and unreadable. “We’ve got minutes, maybe seconds,” he said.I threw open the car door, my pulse hammering. Genevieve was right behind me, her sharp eyes scanning the airfield for any sign of Jacob or Evelyn. The security team fanned out, their movements precise as they approached the plane
NORA'S POV The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of the television coming from the den where Jackie sat. The stillness was unnerving. For the first time since returning, I wasn’t consumed by the memories of my captivity. Instead, an inexplicable chill crept over me, settling heavily in my chest.Something was wrong.The feeling gnawed at me as I paced the room, my arms wrapped protectively around my baby bump. I could hear Jackie’s voice echo in my mind from earlier, insisting that I rest and stop worrying. “You’ve been through enough, Nora,” she’d said. “Focus on the baby. Everythin
SAM'S POV The black SUV screeched to a halt, gravel spraying beneath the tires as Adrian cut the engine. The private airfield stretched out ahead of us, dim lights illuminating the small jet stationed on the tarmac. The roar of its engines filled the air, signaling an imminent departure.Adrian glanced at me, his expression hard and unreadable. “We’ve got minutes, maybe seconds,” he said.I threw open the car door, my pulse hammering. Genevieve was right behind me, her sharp eyes scanning the airfield for any sign of Jacob or Evelyn. The security team fanned out, their movements precise as they approached the plane
NORA'S POV The Bennet mansion felt oppressively quiet, as if the entire house held its breath in anticipation. I sat on a plush chair in William’s private study, my legs trembling beneath the weight of exhaustion. Sam stood by the window, his jaw tight as he stared out into the rain, while Genevieve perched on the arm of a chair, her sharp gaze never leaving me. William sat behind his large oak desk, his face almost unreadable.The silence stretched unbearably.
SAM'S POVThe tension in the study was suffocating. Evelyn sat across from me, a picture of cold poise, her legs crossed, her lips curved into a faint smirk. Her words stung like barbs, each one dragging me closer to an edge I didn’t want to cross. “I told you, Sam,” Evelyn said smoothly, her voice as calm as ever. “If you want Nora back, you’ll have to agree to my terms.” “Why the hell would I trust you?” I snapped, pacing the room. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “You’ve been lying since the moment you showed up. Jacob, the Morettis and everything you’ve done has been to destroy us!” Evelyn raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “And yet, here I am, offering you a way to end this. Doesn’t that say something?” “It says you’re desperate,” I shot back. She leaned forward, her voice dropping. “I’m offering you the chance to get Nora back and stop this madness. All you have to do is listen.” Before I could respond, the door
NORA'S POVThe cold night air bit into my skin as I stumbled along the desolate road, the darkness stretching endlessly ahead of me. My breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, each one clouding the air in front of me before dissolving into the night. The ache in my belly was a relentless reminder of my vulnerability, the baby’s movements faint but insistent, as if urging me to keep going. Each step felt heavier than the last, my legs trembling beneath me like they might give out at any moment. The forest around me was alive with sounds—the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the snapping of twigs—but every noise sent a shiver down my spine. Was someone following me? Or was my mind playing cruel tricks? I had no idea where I was. Daniel’s cabin had been isolated, tucked away in some forgotten corner of nowhere. The road I’d found felt like it hadn’t been used in years, the gravel uneven and overgrown. My bare feet ached, the rough stones cutting into my
NORA'S POVIt was Genevieve. “Sam,” Genevieve’s voice was sharp, cutting through the fog in my head. “Adrian Blackwell is here. He wants to see you.” Adrian. Of course, Genevieve would call him. My jaw clenched. “I’m on my way,” I mumbled, hanging up before she could say more. I called the chauffeur, barely managing to give him coherent instructions to pick me up. When he arrived, I slumped into the back seat, my head leaning against the cool glass. The city lights blurred together, mirroring the mess in my mind. When we pulled up to the estate, I knew something was off. The lights in the drawing room were blazing, and silhouettes of people crowded together were visible through the windows. I stepped out, wobbling slightly as I straightened my jacket. Inside, the tension was suffocating. Everyone was there—my father, Jacqueline, Genevieve, Isabella, Alice, and Adrian. Their faces turned to me as I staggered in, the heavy scent of
SAM'S POVThe door slammed behind me, the sound barely registering as I stormed out of the meeting with Elias. My fists clenched, knuckles white, I could still hear his words echoing in my head: “We don’t have her. Good luck, Bennett.”Good luck? I didn’t need luck. I needed answers. I needed my wife back.The crisp evening air did little to cool the frustration boiling in my veins. My car was parked nearby, but instead of getting in, I turned and started walking. My thoughts were a whirlwind, one that wouldn’t settle no matter how hard I tried to focus.Jacob. Evelyn. Isabella. Nora.I rubbed my temples, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Genevieve’s words earlier in the week clawed at my mind. “You can’t see what’s right in front of you, Sam. Isabella isn’t innocent.”And the folder. God, why couldn’t I open the damn folder? Why did I freeze every time I thought about it?Was it guilt? Loyalty? Or was there still a part of me—a twisted, broken part—that liked Isabella?Th
NORA'S POVHe looked at me like I’d just stumbled upon a terrible secret I wasn’t meant to know. “Forget I said that,” he muttered, his tone evasive.“No,” I said firmly, my voice rising. “You don’t get to do that, Daniel. You’ve been dragging me through this nightmare, claiming you’re protecting me, but you’ve been lying the entire time. Start talking. Now.”He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, I thought he might shut me out again but his expression clouded with something between frustration and guilt.“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice low. “Jacob does have a child. With Evelyn.”I stared at him, the weight of his words settling over me like a stone.Daniel leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Evelyn was always an outsider to your circle, Nora. You know that. The Bennetts didn’t make it easy for her, and Jacob… he was her only tether. But their relationship wasn’t just some fling. It was real. And it produced a child, a child Jacob i
SAM'S POV The past has a way of creeping back in when you least expect it.I hadn’t thought about Elias Roosevelt in years, but the moment his scarred face emerged from behind that mask at the gala, memories came rushing back. His voice, sharp and mocking, still haunted me as I prepared to meet him now, hoping against hope he’d have answers about Jacob—and Nora.Genevieve had arranged the meeting, insisting it was our best lead. I wasn’t sure if I trusted her judgment or if I was just desperate enough to cling to anything.