SAM'S POV
I was sitting at my desk, trying to lose myself in a stack of papers. But I couldn’t concentrate. My mind kept circling back to everything that had happened, the mess we were trying to untangle. I looked up as they approached, and immediately, I could feel the tension in the air.
“What is it now?” I asked, my voice tired, edged with irritation. I didn’t have the energy for more bad news.
Nora hesitated. Her eyes flickered toward Adrian before settling back on me. “Sam,” she began softly, “it’s about the fake DNA tes
SAM'S POV The tension in the Bennett mansion felt like a storm waiting to break. I stood at the head of the long dining table, the weight of the family’s expectations pressing down on me. Adrian was seated to my right, his usual calm demeanor masking the turmoil beneath. Genevieve sat at the other end, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a predator preparing to strike. Nora, radiant even in her exhaustion, was seated by my side, her hand resting protectively over her growing belly.The door opened, and my father stepped in, his face bearing a grave expression. But the person who followed him made my stomach churn. My father gave me a sad look and exited the
NORA'S POV I woke up that morning with one thing in mind: I missed Gen and I was going to try and talk to her. Tonight, Jacob was going to declare he and Evelyn's son a Bennett and claim a right to inherit but I could care less about that. I still felt like Gen was only acting, she had to still be my Gen.I walked to the office she had started using since we all started living here permanently for now. Genevieve’s office in the Bennett mansion was as stark and immaculate as its occupant. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering an enviable view of the sprawling gardens. But I wasn’t here to admire the scenery. I was here to find the person Genevieve used to be.
SAM'S POV The drive back from the hospital felt surreal. The sight of our daughter on the ultrasound screen replayed in my mind, bringing a mixture of awe and protectiveness. She wasn’t even born yet, but I already felt fiercely devoted to her. Nora sat beside me, her hand resting on her belly, a soft smile gracing her lips.“We won’t tell anyone yet,” I said, glancing at her. “Not until the time is right.”She nodded, her smile fading slightly. “I don’t want to give anyone—especially Genevieve or Thomas—another reason to stir up chaos.”
NORA'S POV The ambulance ride was a blur. The pain from the contractions came in sharp, unrelenting waves, each one stealing my breath and leaving me gasping. Sam sat beside me, his face pale, his hand gripping mine like a lifeline.“It’s going to be okay,” he said, his voice shaking but steady enough to keep me tethered. “Just breathe, Nora. I’m right here.”I nodded, but fear gripped me tightly. It was too soon. Our little girl wasn’t ready, and I couldn’t shake the thought that the stress of everything—the family, the scandals, the endless fights—had brought this on.The EMTs worked efficiently, monitoring my vitals and the baby’s heart rate as the ambulance sped toward the hospital.By the time we arrived, a team of doctors and nurses was waiting for us. They whisked me into the maternity ward, their voices calm but urgent as they assessed my condition. Sam was pulled aside, a nurse handing him a set of scrubs.“You’ll need to change if you want to be with her during the procedur
SAM'S POV The fluorescent lights of the NICU cast a sterile glow, highlighting the rows of incubators lined up like tiny fortresses. The faint hum of machines filled the air, each beep and whir a reminder of the fragility of life.I stood at the glass partition, my heart pounding as I caught sight of her. My daughter. She was so small, a tiny figure swaddled in soft fabric, with wires and monitors attached to her fragile body. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, and her fists curled tightly as if she were ready to fight the world already.“She’s stable,” a nurse said softly, approaching me with a kind smile. “She’s a strong little girl.”I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Can I go in?”The nurse glanced at the clipboard in her hands and then gave a small nod. “Just for a few minutes. We’re limiting visitors, but you’re her dad. I’ll help you get prepped.”Moments later, I sat beside the incubator, dressed in a sterile gown, gloves, and a mask. The sight of he
NORA'S POV The steady beeping of the monitors in my hospital room was strangely comforting, a reminder that everything—at least for now—was stable. My body ached in ways I hadn’t thought possible, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the heaviness in my chest.As I stared out the window at the city skyline, my thoughts drifted to my daughter. Zoe. Her name felt like a beacon in the darkness, a promise of something pure and untainted. She was so small, so fragile, but she was already the strongest person I knew.
SAM'S POV The late afternoon breeze brushed against my face as I stepped onto the balcony. Genevieve was there, leaning against the wrought-iron railing, her sharp silhouette framed by the sprawling estate gardens below. She didn’t turn to acknowledge me, but the tension in her shoulders told me she knew I was there.“We need to talk,” I said, my voice hard as I closed the door behind me.She turned her head slightly, her red hair catching the sunlight. “About what? How the family is falling apart while you’re too busy loving
NORA'S POV The night air was colder than I expected as I slipped out of the hospital’s back entrance, my coat wrapped tightly around me. My body protested with every step, the strain of my recent surgery making itself known. But none of that mattered. The anger burning in my chest, the fear for my family and my daughter drove me forward. I wanted Zoe to grow up in a stable environment, in a safe and loving family and not in the midst of all this drama.Margot Moretti had gone too far. And I needed to confr
NORA'S POV The rain was still falling in sheets when I pulled into the driveway of the Bennett mansion. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, my pulse racing from my encounter with Jacob and Daniel. The weight of Jacob’s threats lingered like a shadow over me, his words echoing in my mind.“Evelyn is dead because of you. Sam deserves to feel the pain I feel.”The mansion loomed ahead, its grand facade now a reminder of the chaos within. I stepped out of the car, the rain soaking through my clothes in seconds, and hurried toward the front door. By the time I entered the warm foyer, I was dripping wet, shivering f
SAM'S POV The rain poured relentlessly, its rhythmic pounding on the mansion’s tall windows blending with the muffled buzz of voices from the staff below. I sat in my father’s study, the dim light from the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. The air was heavy, laden with memories of him. I could almost hear his voice, deep and firm, offering advice I desperately needed now.The city was ablaze with whispers of Evelyn Caradelli’s death. The news had spread like wildfire, dragging the Bennett name through the mud once again. I had managed to send Charlie back to his family earlier, though his parti
NORA'S POVThe rain had eased into a soft drizzle, but the chill in the air seeped into my bones as I stood in front of Daniel. His eyes bore into mine, searching for something I wasn’t sure I could give him.“You can still get out,” he said, his voice steady but filled with urgency. “Come with me now, let's disappear. You don’t have to be a part of this anymore, Nora. You never should have been.”I shook my head, my hands trembling as I wrapped my arms around myself. “I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t leave her. I can’t leave my daughter.”
NORA'S POV The rain began as a soft drizzle, blurring the windshield as I navigated the winding roads back to the Bennett mansion. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, my thoughts in turmoil.Isabella’s words replayed in my head, cutting deeper each time. He’s stepping down, you know. Sam’s giving it all up.A part of me wanted to believe that this was the answer—that stepping down would end the chaos, the danger, the endless schemes. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t true. Being the head of the Bennett family was Sam’s birthright, the weight he was meant to carry. If he let it go now, what wou
SAM'S POV The room was eerily silent except for the faint hum of the desk lamp. I sat alone, the draft of my resignation speech spread out before me. The pen felt heavy in my hand as I stared at the words, each one a reminder of how much I was about to lose.This is for the family. This is what Dad would’ve wanted.I lifted the pen, preparing to sign my name at the bottom of the speech, when a shadow fell across the paper.“Uncle Sam?”Startled, I looked up to see Charles standing in the doorway.“Charles?” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”He hesitated, his hands stuffed into his pockets, and for a brief moment, I saw the boy he really was, vulnerable, unsure and just a kid. But I couldn’t shake the wariness that tightened my chest. Memories of our last encounter, the leaked footage, Jacob’s schemes… they were all too fresh.I carefully set the pen down, my eyes narrowing slightly. “Does your father know you’re here?”Charles shook his h
NORA'S POV The room was silent, except for the soft rustle of Zoe’s blanket as I adjusted it over her. She lay peacefully in her crib, her tiny hands curled into delicate fists. Watching her sleep should have calmed me, but the storm inside me raged on.I sat by the window, twisting the engagement ring on my finger, a small, beautiful reminder of Sam’s promise, a promise that now felt like a distant dream. We weren’t even married anymore, not really. This ring, this life we were trying to rebuild, felt like it was balancing on the edge of a knife.Was this worth it?The schemes, the threats—Margot, Elias, Daniel—they all had one thing in common: their insistence that I never should have come back. The words echoed in my mind, taunting me, as if they knew the doubts that were eating me alive.I could disappear.The thought gripped me, startling in its clarity. Zoe and I could vanish, start over somewhere far away. A place where no one cared about the Bennett name or the Caradellis, or
SAM'S POV The soft hum of the wind and the faint glow of city lights surrounded us on the balcony that night. I held Zoe close, her tiny body resting against my chest, wrapped snugly in a pale pink blanket. She made little cooing sounds, her breaths rhythmic and steady, as though she felt the same peace I pretended to feel.“You’re okay,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re home now, little one.”The weight of her fragility pressed against me, a reminder of how close we’d come to losing her. The thought made my throat tighten, but I pushed it away. Tonight wasn’t for guil
NORA'S POVGenevieve stormed into the sitting room, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. She was a force of nature, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders in loose waves, a contrast to the stiff, severe styles she’d adopted in recent months. There was a familiar spark in her green eyes now, a liveliness I hadn’t seen in so long it almost took my breath away.She looked like the old Gen.She paused in the doorway, her gaze locking onto mine. Her expression was intense, yes, but it wasn’t cold. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was warmth there, a genuine concern that made
SAM'S POV The Bennett mansion was chaotic. Phones rang incessantly, my assistants shuffled in and out with stacks of reports, and Adrian barked orders in the hallway as we tried to manage the fallout from Margot’s leak.The Moretti deal had been the skeleton in the closet we had worked tirelessly to bury, but now it was out in the open, and the stench was overwhelming.The headlines were merciless:"Bennett Empire's Darkest Deal: $10