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.
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
SAM'S POV The mansion was unusually quiet, the kind of stillness that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe. I sat in my study, staring blankly at the glass of whiskey in my hand. My thoughts were tangled, each one spiraling into another, a labyrinth of grief, fury, and unease.My father was gone. Zoe was missing. And Nora…I frowned, my chest tightening. Something wasn’t right. She had been distant since she returned to the mansion, her eyes darting with a restlessness I couldn’t pl
NORA'S POVThe room seemed to close in on me as Evelyn stepped away from me and sat back on the chaise, a glass of wine perched precariously between her manicured fingers. Her words hung in the air, each one sinking into me like a lead weight.“You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice trembling. “You’re a mother. How can you do this?”Evelyn’s lips curved into a slow, calculated smile. “Exactly, Nora. I am a mother. And that’s precisely why I’m doing this. For my son. For his future. The Caradellis
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
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 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 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 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 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