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
NORA'S POVThe rain was pouring hard, soaking me as I rushed into Sam’s company building. I had not taken my car because it was a trekkable distance, and I had not anticipated the rain.My heels clicked against the marble floor, and my clothes were sticking to my skin, but none of that mattered. I held the watch tight under my coat, protecting it from the rain.It was Sam's watch—a leather-strapped heirloom passed down from his father. He always wore it during important meetings, like a good luck charm. This morning, I saw it lying on the nightstand. He left in such a hurry, barely saying goodbye, that I knew he would need it today.Genevieve had encouraged me to go to him. To show him this act of kindness. She believed it would touch her brother's heart.He had been distant lately, colder, like the man I married was fading away. We used to be best friends, but now? Now, it felt like he barely knew me.I knew it was pathetic to get my husband’s attention like this, but that’s what it
NORA'S POVMy chest felt tight, as I walked down the brightly lit hallway, and I had to fight back the tears. The sight of Isabella sitting with Sam, laughing, had torn me apart. They looked like they shared something private, something I would never be a part of. I clutched my coat tighter, trying to pull myself together.When I got close to the elevator, I spotted Jacob leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking smug. The same look he always had when he saw me. We had grown up in the same neighbourhood, the same big sprawling mansions, the same schools. Sam, Jacob, Genevieve and I all used to be friends,but things had changed over the years. Jacob had always had a way of making me feel small.“Leaving already?” Jacob sneered, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not fooling anyone, Nora. You’re just holding Sam back, and everyone knows it.”I froze. His words stung harder than usual. Maybe it was because of what happened earlier—Jacob was Sam's best friend. Maybe he knew something I did
NORA'S POVSam walked out without looking back, leaving behind the thick silence of our bedroom. I sat frozen for a moment, the words I had just said ringing in my ears. I had expected some form of reaction from Sam. Anything but coldness. Why wouldn't he fight for us?In the middle of the night, I went downstairs to find him sleeping on the couch. I sighed and went back up with a broken heart.Divorce. The word still hung in the air, heavy and impossible to take back. I sat down at the computer and sent an email to my lawyer to get the papers ready. I had toyed with the idea for months but now, it was reality.I stood up and went to the window, staring out into the night. The cold air from the river about a mile away wafted into the room bringing with it the scent of water and the shouts of seamen. I looked at the garden below that extended to the dock that we never used. I let out a shaky breath, trying to collect myself. I’d done it. There was no undoing it now. The marriage was ov
NORA'S POVHer question hung in the air. Where was I going to go?Genevieve stood by the window, her back to me. She turned around with a soft smile. “What’s the plan, Nora?”I sighed. “Honestly? I’ve been thinking about what I used to love before... before Sam, before this life. Remember how I used to paint?”Her eyes lit up. “Of course! You doodled everywhere, even on my notebooks!” She laughed, and we both smiled at the memory. "Don’t tell me you’ve started painting again?"I nodded. “Yeah. It’s been keeping me sane. Actually, I applied to an art company abroad.”Genevieve’s eyes widened. “Nora! That’s amazing! Where? When?”“Paris. I got the offer a few weeks ago,” I said quietly.Gen hugged me happily shouting for glee that I couldn’t help but laugh too.“You’re going to crush me Gen”, I shouted, laughing hard, forgetting I had been sad few minutes ago.“Paris! Tell me everything.”Just as I was about to respond, a wave of dizziness hit me. The room spun, and I clutched the edge o
SAM’S POVI stared at the divorce papers in front of me, the black ink practically screaming off the page. Final Decree of Divorce. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. Lily stood by my desk, shifting her weight nervously as if she didn’t want to be the one delivering the news.“Mr. Bennett,” she said gently. “Your wife... um, Ms. Bennett, had these sent over this morning.”I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a nod. “Thanks, Lily.”She hovered by the door, uncertain, like she wanted to say more.“If there’s anything I can—”“There’s nothing,” I cut her off, harsher than I intended. Lily flinched, and I immediately regretted it.She gave me a tight smile. “Understood. Just let me know if you need anything.”I nodded again, already tuning her out. Once she left the room, I leaned back in my chair and let out a long, shaky breath. The papers were still there—staring back at me, cold and final. This is what she wanted, I reminded myself. She had made up her mind
NORA'S POVThe moment I ended the call with Sam, I stood frozen in the middle of the consultation room, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. I could still hear the confusion in his voice, the way it cracked slightly when he asked who was with me. He wasn’t angry—just... desperate. And I hung up on him. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow the erratic beating of my heart. Sam always knew how to throw me off balance. Even now, divorced and with my life in pieces, he still managed to stir something in me—something I wasn’t ready to face.I quickly said goodbye to Daniel and left.The house felt suffocating the moment I walked in, as if the walls knew the weight of the things left unsaid between Sam and me. I dropped my bag on the table and glanced around. It was quiet—too quiet. Then I heard footsteps in the kitchen.He was home.Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the kitchen.Sam was leaning over the counter, scrolling through his phone, his sleeves rolled up and his jaw
SAM'S POV The second Nora vanished upstairs, I rounded on Isabella, my patience hanging by a thread. “What the hell is wrong with you Izzy?” I growled, keeping my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension.Isabella’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Oh, Sam, relax. You really should have told her the truth. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble.”The muscles in my jaw clenched. “This isn’t a game, Isabella.” She arched a brow, entirely unbothered by my frustration. “You think I don’t know that? If anyone’s playing games, it’s you, Sam.”I stepped closer, my voice low and dangerous. “I swear, Isabella, if you keep pushing—” Her smile widened, smug and taunting. “You’ll what? Go ahead, Sam. But we both know you won’t. Not after everything we agreed on. Not after what I did for you!”The mention of our deal made the blood in my veins boil, but I knew better than to lash out. Not here. Not with her. I exhaled sharply, turning on my heel before I did something I’d reg
NORA'S POV When the car pulled up outside Genevieve’s loft, relief washed over me. Her place wasn’t just a physical escape—it was a bubble of freedom, far away from the heavy, complicated world of the Bennetts. The doorman opened the door for me with a warm smile. “Welcome, Ms. Nora. Miss Genevieve’s expecting you.” I gave him a tight smile and grabbed my suitcase, feeling the tension ease just a bit as I stepped inside the building. The elevator doors opened to reveal Genevieve leaning casually against the doorframe of her loft, wearing a bright yellow crop top, high-waisted jeans, and her signature red lipstick. Her wild, fiery curls framed her face like a halo. “There you are!” she grinned, throwing open her arms. I managed a small laugh as she pulled me into a tight hug, her floral perfume wrapping around me like a blanket of warmth. “You’re safe now,” she whispered, squeezing me once before stepping back. Her green eyes sparkled mischievously. “Come in!” Genevieve’
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