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
SAM'S POV Isabella’s voice slid through the phone like silk. “Sam,” she said, drawing out my name as if she’d been waiting for me. I wasn’t in the mood for games. “I thought you took care of it,” I snapped, frustration bleeding through my tone. She let out a soft laugh, the kind that said she wasn’t bothered by my temper. “Oh, come on. You know things like this don’t happen overnight.” “I’m done with excuses, Isabella,” I growled. “I need it finished.” I was about to hang up when her voice shifted, casual but with a sharp edge. “By the way, I ran into Nora today.” My heart kicked in my chest, but I kept my tone steady. “What?” “At the dance studio,” she said smoothly. “Genevieve dragged her along. You should have seen her face when I put her on the spot. Poor thing looked like she wanted to disappear.” My pulse quickened, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “What the hell is wrong with you, Isabella?” “Oh, don’t be dramatic,” she said with a light laugh. “I was just hav
NORA'S POV Evelyn’s words hit me like a slap. The Moretti deal. The air around me seemed to thicken, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, my palms turning clammy. Genevieve’s gaze snapped toward me, curiosity lighting her green eyes. “What’s she talking about, Nora?” I swallowed hard, forcing my breath to steady. “I... I think she’s confusing me with someone else.” My voice wavered slightly, and I hated how shaky I sounded. But Evelyn wasn’t convinced. She frowned, studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “No, I swear. I saw you in the boardroom—at the meeting with Mr. Moretti.” My mind raced. How did she know about that? Before I could say anything more, Genevieve looped her arm through mine with a bright, easy laugh. “Oh, Evelyn, you must be mistaken. My girl Nora? Nora isn't involved in the family business. She can’t even read a balance sheet, let alone run a business deal.” Evelyn huffed, still looking suspicious
NORA'S POV The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I’ve found someone else.” Sam’s face stilled, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it looked like I had punched the air out of him. He blinked, as if trying to understand what I had just said. I didn’t dare move, every nerve in my body on edge. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His hand dropped from mine slowly, reluctantly, like he was forcing himself to let go. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice rough. He looked down for a second, brushing a hand over his mouth. When he glanced back up, the sadness in his eyes hit me square in the chest. “Okay,” he repeated quietly, his lips pressing into a thin line. Without another word, he turned and left, the soft click of the door louder than it should’ve been. The moment the door shut, my knees buckled, and I crumbled to the floor, burying my face in my hands. Tears welled up, hot and fast, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. I hadn’t re
SAM'S POV The bottle of whiskey on the coffee table was half-empty, but I still felt as sober as ever. My thumb hovered over the screen of my phone, itching to call Nora but I knew it was pointless. It's been three days since I’d seen her at Gen’s place, and every second since then had felt like drowning. I thought I could convince her, thought if she saw how much I missed her, she’d change her mind. But instead, she’d said the one thing that had gutted me more than anything else.I’ve found someone else.Liar. I knew she hadn’t. At that moment, I resolved that I was going to Gen’s house.I stood outside Genevieve’s loft with a large bouquet of roses in my hand replaying Nora’s words in my head. I felt ridiculous but I knew I had to do this. I pushed the door open and found Gen sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her hair was still damp from her shower, and she wore a hoodie several sizes too big for her. When she looked u
NORA'S POV The moment I landed in Paris, fatigue hit me hard. The elevator doors opened, and I dragged myself to the hotel room. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I kicked off my shoes and sank onto the bed. I closed my eyes, willing the nausea to pass. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone to FaceTime Gen. It was late in Paris—time zones were still messing with my head—but back in New York, it would be early evening.Gen picked up almost immediately. “Finally! I was wondering when you’d call.” Her voice was bright, and her wild curls bounced as she adjusted her camera.I gave her a tired smile. “Yeah, well, the flight wasn’t exactly smooth. And thanks for letting Sam know where I was.”Gen winced, guilt flashing across her face. “I didn’t want to, but you know how he is. The guy blackmailed me, Nora! I swear, it wasn’t my fault.”“Yeah, yeah”, I said, rolling my eyes and she chuckled.Then she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “Hey… Is that the Eiffel Tower behind you?”
SAM’S POV It had been a week since Nora walked out of my life—again—and every passing day felt heavier than the last. Seven days. A hundred and sixty-eight hours without hearing her voice or knowing where she was. The bouquet I’d bought for her still sat wilting on the kitchen counter. I should’ve thrown it out days ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every time I looked at it, the same thought circled through my mind: I was too late.I was still lost in thought when Isabella showed up unannounced. She breezed into my apartment as always like she owned the place, wearing a sleek black dress that clung to her body in all the right ways. Her dark red lips curled into a satisfied smile when she saw me sitting there, clearly stressed. I looked up at her slightly irritated yet strangely pleased to see her. Isabella was my friend, an old flame but still my friend. I sighed. She sat close to me but I ignored her, and she didn’t take the hint. She crossed her legs, letting her stil
NORA’S POVThe sun bathed the Bennett estate in a golden glow, filtering through the canopy of white roses and twinkling fairy lights. It was the perfect day, the kind of day that had once seemed impossible. But here we were. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace sleeve of my gown. It was nothing like the dress I had once imagined wearing for my first wedding to Sam. No, this was something entirely different—something that felt more like me. The gown hugged my frame, elegant and timeless. Soft ivory fabric cascaded down in delicate layers, embroidered with tiny pearls that shimmered when I moved. My hair, styled in loose waves, was pinned back with a single white rose, and a sheer veil trailed behind me like something out of a dream. But it was Sam’s face I longed to see the most. "Are you ready?" Genevieve appeared in the doorway, looking radiant in a soft emerald gown. Her usual sharpness was softened by the emotion in her eyes. I turned, feeling my he
NORA’S POVThe moment the plane touched down in New York, a flood of emotions surged through me. Relief. Exhaustion. Gratitude. I was alive. I was going home. Sam held my hand the entire drive from the airport, his grip firm yet tender, like he was afraid that if he let go, I’d disappear. My heart ached with anticipation; my mind consumed by a single thought—Zoe. I had spent weeks away from my daughter, missing the warmth of her tiny body against mine, the sweet scent of her skin, the sound of her giggles. The separation had been unbearable, and now, every second that kept me from holding her felt like
SAM’S POVThe fluorescent hospital lights hummed softly above me as I lay in the hospital bed, the sharp scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. I had never been afraid of pain—I had endured beatings, betrayals, and the weight of an entire empire on my shoulders. But this? This was different. Because this time, it wasn’t about me. It was about her. Nora. She lay in the bed
NORA’S POVThe beeping of machines was a constant rhythm, a reminder of the fragile line I was walking. The Parisian hospital room was bathed in soft golden light from the setting sun, but I felt cold. Not the kind of cold that came from the air conditioning or the evening breeze slipping through the cracks in the window—this was deeper, bone-deep, a chilling awareness that my body was failing me. Every breath felt like a borrowed one, shallow and effortful. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on me, heavier than it had ever been. My fingers tingled, my limbs felt distant, like they didn’t belong to me anymore. A part of me wondered if this was it—if I was already standing on the precipice between life and d
SAM'S POV The jet sliced through the cloud cover with the precision of a predator on a hunt, its hum a constant in the background as my thoughts drifted. Paris was just hours away, but I was already a prisoner of the distance—caught between two worlds, neither of which felt truly mine anymore.I had fought wars before, faced battles in boardrooms and beneath the weight of expectations. But none of those had ever felt so personal, so destructive. This fight had torn apart the very fabric of my family, shattered everything I had worked for, and left scars on my soul that would never fully heal. And the worst part? It had nearly cost me Nora—the one person I couldn’t afford to lose.
JACOB'S POVThe courtroom had emptied, but I remained frozen in my seat. The sound of the gavel still echoed in my ears. Life in prison. Isabella was gone.I watched as the guards led her away. She didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even look at me.She only turned once, just before disappearing through the doors, and for a fleeting moment, I saw it—regret. But it wasn’t for what she had done. It was for losing.I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. Was this how it was all supposed to
SAM'S POV The boardroom was suffocating, thick with tension and the scent of expensive cologne and polished wood. New York’s most powerful investors sat around the long mahogany table, their sharp eyes locked on me. Margot Moretti sat at the far end, composed as ever, but I could see the cracks beginning to show.For the past two hours, I had been fighting for control of what was left of my father’s empire. The Morettis had leveraged Aunt Marion’s shares and were dangerously close to tipping th
NORA'S POVThe hospital room was eerily silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitors and the quiet hum of the machines keeping me tethered to this world. The walls were painted in soft, sterile white, and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic. I had spent countless hours in this bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles, trying to ignore the way my body felt weaker with each passing day.But today was different. Today, the doctors would begin the experimental treatment—the last chance I had.Sam was pacing. He had been pacing for the last twenty minutes,
SAM'S POV The Paris clinic was quiet, almost unnervingly so. The soft hum of machines filled the room as Nora slept peacefully, her breathing steady but shallow. I sat in the corner of her room, the faint glow of my laptop illuminating the stack of documents Alaric had sent over that morning.Balancing the weight of the Bennett empire and being here for Nora felt impossible, but I had no choice.The reports from New York weren’t promising. Despite the rise in stock prices following Alaric’s press conference, the Morettis