NORA'S POV
The 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 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
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.”
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
SAM'S POVThe rain started as a drizzle just as I began my walk back to the mansion. By the time I was a mile from home, it had turned into a relentless downpour, soaking me to the bone. My shoes splashed against the wet pavement, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were louder than the storm.Isabella’s words echoed in my head like a haunting melody, a curse I couldn’t silence: Nora is dead.It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t.My legs moved faster, almost breaking into a run as the rain lashed against my face. Water pooled in the cracks of the pavement, splashing up my legs as my breaths came in sharp, panicked bursts.Images of Nora flashed in my mind—her smile as she held Zoe for the first time, the warmth of her hand in mine, the fierce determination in her eyes when she promised we’d face everything together. She was too strong, too stubborn to be gone.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head as if I could dislodge Isabella’s words. “No, she’s not.”Isabella was lying. She had to be lying
NORA'S POVThe first thing I noticed was the sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic. My eyes fluttered open, the world around me blurred and disjointed. My side ached with every shallow breath, the sting of a freshly treated wound grounding me in reality. I was alive…but where?The room was dimly lit, the single fluorescent bulb above me flickering faintly. Medical supplies lined the walls—gauze, syringes, and bottles I couldn’t identify. The cot beneath me creaked as I shifted, and my heart raced when I heard faint voices outside the closed door.Where am I?I tried to sit up, the motion sending a sharp jolt of pain through my torso. My hand instinctively went to my side, feeling the bandages beneath my torn shirt. The memory of Lisa Caradelli raising a gun flashed in my mind.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and my breath caught.Daniel stepped inside, his presence filling the small room. His dark hair was damp, his shirt wrinkled as if he’d been up for hours. His expression was unreada
SAM'S POV The weight on my shoulders was suffocating. Everything was crumbling—my family, the company, my life—and I didn’t have the answers. My mind felt like a whirlpool, spinning with problems and decisions, and I needed air.Before heading out, I stepped into the nursery. Zoe was awake, her tiny fingers grasping at nothing, her big eyes blinking up at me. A faint smile tugged at my lips despite everything.“Hey, princess,” I murmured, lifting her gently from the bassinet. Her warmth grounded me, even if only for a moment. I held her close, kissing her soft forehead. “Daddy’s going to fix
JACOB'S POV The rain battered against the windows of the Caradelli mansion like a thousand tiny fists, but I barely noticed. I was sitting in Evelyn’s chair, the one by the fireplace she always claimed was too extravagant but secretly loved. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air—a mix of jasmine and sandalwood. It clung to the fabric of the cushions, haunting me.I ran a hand over my face, fingers trembling. My chest felt hollow, as though the part of me that had been alive, that had fought for this moment, had been ripped away when Evelyn jumped.
NORA'S POV The mansion was stifling, every corner weighed down by tension. Sam’s weary face stayed in my mind as I paced the room, the bloody baby shoe still etched in my memory. The news about Charles and the company collapsing only deepened my resolve. Sam might not admit it, but he needed help—desperately. And if I couldn’t bring peace to this storm, who else would?The Caradellis were the answer. Or at least, I hoped they were.I stopped pacing and looked out the rain-streaked window. The thought
SAM'S POV The house felt colder after the Morettis left, their veiled threats lingering like a dark cloud. I made my way to my father’s study, the one place where I could think. The scent of aged leather and cigar smoke still clung to the air, and I sank into his chair, the weight of the world pressing down on me.I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the noise in my head. Margot’s words echoed, their sharpness digging into my already frayed nerves. Three days to decide. Three days before she unleashed whatever hell she had waiting.
SAM'S POVThe storm outside raged, its howling winds and heavy rain mirroring the turmoil brewing within the Bennett mansion. I stood by the window of the drawing room, my hands clenched into fists as I watched the sleek black cars roll up the driveway.“They’re here,” Adrian said grimly from behind me, his voice low but brimming with tension.I turned away from the window and straightened my jacket. The Morettis had chosen their moment perfectly—while the family was on the verge of collapse, drowning in scandal and grief. This was a power move, and I wasn’t about to let them see any sign of weakness. When Adrian had told me of the meeting, I had simply nodded. Let them come. When the heavy oak doors opened, Margot Moretti was the first to step inside. She was as poised and calculating as ever, her sharp black dress hugging her figure, her eyes glittering with cold amusement. Luca followed closely behind, his expression subdued, almost weary, while Phillipe Moretti exuded quiet menac
SAM'S POV The mansion was unnervingly quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe. Rain streaked the windows, casting shifting patterns of light across my father’s study. His scent—woodsmoke and old books—still lingered here, a painful reminder of his absence. The space felt heavier than ever, filled with memories that refused to fade. I closed my eyes, desperate for a moment of clarity, but all I could see was Charles’s face on the screen."My mom was killed by the Bennetts."The words echoed in my mind, sharp and unrelenting. It wasn’t the bloody shoe or even the mounting threats that gnawed at me most—it was him. Charles. The boy who had looked at me with such openness, such curiosity, as if he wanted to understand what it meant to be a Bennett. A boy who, for a brief moment, I thought could break free from Jacob’s grasp.I had started to care for him. That was the worst part. Despite everything, I had seen pieces of the Jacob I used to k
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