NORA'S POV I couldn’t stop staring at the photo of Sam and Isabella on Pictory. That smug grin on Isabella’s face, the way her arm clung to his—it made my stomach churn. Sam looked detached, almost robotic, but the caption beneath the post was what hit hardest: New Beginnings. The knot in my stomach twisted tighter. This shouldn’t hurt. I wasn’t part of that family anymore. But I’d lived through enough of their drama to know one thing—if Jackie was on board with Sam moving on, that was the end of it. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand the weight pressing down on my chest. I needed to hear it from someone who would tell me the truth. I hesitated, biting my lip, then grabbed my phone and called my mother. She picked up almost immediately. “Nora! Honey, it’s been so long. How are you, darling?” I didn’t bother with small talk. “Mom, I need to ask you something. Are you still in touch with Jackie?” Her voice softened instantly. “Of course I am, sweetie. What’s this about?” I exhaled
SAM'S POVAs soon as the call ended, Gen followed me out of the pantry fuming.“What the hell, Samuel?” she snapped, her voice echoing through the kitchen. Almost all the kitchen staff were looking at us now.“You knew she was in Paris, and you didn’t tell me!” I thundered.“Oh, boo-hoo, Sam!” Gen fired back, throwing up her hands. “You think you have a right to know everything? Newsfl
NORA'S POVIt surprised me how quickly I had settled into the rhythm of things—morning walks to the boulangerie, afternoons at work, and evenings tucked away in the apartment Daniel had found for me. My heart felt lighter here, like I could finally breathe.Of course, the fear still lingered. Every now and then, I’d catch myself looking over my shoulder, wondering if Sam had tracked me down. But I wasn’t running—not anymore. Paris was mine now, and I wouldn’t let anything or anyone take that away.I placed a hand over my belly as I sat by the window, feeling a small but familiar wave of warmth spread through me. My pregnancy wasn’t noticeable yet. I could still pass as just another woman in loose blouses and casual jeans, blending in with the world around me. And that was exactly how I liked it.Daniel had become my closest friend in the city. We’d spent more time together over the last few weeks, but I was careful not to let things go too far. I had already made it clear—no relations
SAM'S POV Germany greeted us with gray skies and cold rain. The entire trip felt like a nuisance, a distraction from what really mattered—finding Nora. Yet, here I was, sitting in the back of a black Audi that Isabella insisted on renting, heading to a meeting that I knew was important but really didn't want to attend.Isabella acted as if the trip was a romantic getaway, chatting about restaurants and sights we could explore between meetings. But I wasn’t here for leisure. I was here to put out fires, and after that, I was gone.When we arrived at the hotel, Isabella clung to my side like we were a couple on vacation. I brushed her off and went to check-in.“Reservation for Bennett,” I said curtly to the receptionist, tapping my fingers impatiently on the counter.The receptionist gave me a polite smile and began clicking away on the computer in front of her. “Yes, Mr. Bennett. We have you in a suite... Ah, it seems to be one room.”My jaw tightened. “One room?”“Yes,” she said, gla
NORA'S POV The next day, I left the office a little earlier than usual, so I decided to grab a coffee at the small café tucked around the corner. As I stood in line, scrolling through my phone, someone behind me cleared their throat.“Fancy running into you here.”I looked up—and there was Adrian, the CEO I had met just the day before, wearing a casual sweater and dark jeans that made him look nothing like the powerful businessman he was supposed to be.A smile crept onto my face. “Mr. Blackwell... do you frequent this place often, or are you just following me?”He chuckled. “Caught me. I actually have a tracker on all my employees.”I shook my head, laughing. “That’s comforting.”He gestured to the coffee counter. “Mind if I join you?”It wasn’t a question he needed to ask—Adrian had a natural ease about him, like he belonged wherever he went.We sat outside, the crisp autumn air carrying the scent of roasted coffee beans. “So, how’s Paris treating you? Giselle told me you relocate
SAM'S POV“We found her,” the contact said.I closed my eyes, gripping the phone harder. “Where?”“She’s working at a place called Atelier LaRue, an art company in the 7th arrondissement.”Atelier LaRue. The name sounded like something Nora would love—charming, artistic, and far
NORA'S POV Relief flooded through me, and I sagged against the pillows, exhaustion washing over me like a tidal wave.Daniel smiled down at me, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. “See? You’re going to be okay.”I managed a small smile. “Thanks, Daniel. For everything.”He squeezed my hand gently. “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always be here for you.”Just as I started to relax, a nurse appeared at the door, holding a clipboard. “Ms. Sinclair? You have a visitor.”I stiffened, my heart skipping a beat.Daniel frowned, glancing at the nurse. “Who is it?”Before I could question her further, the door opened wider, and Adrian stepped in. He was dressed simply, no sign of his usual business attire, yet his presence still seemed commanding. I sat up, startled and unsure.“Adrian? What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.He offered a gentle smile, closing the door softly behind him. “I heard you were admitted. I wanted to make sure you were alright
SAM'S POV The drive from the airport felt like a blur, my mind tangled with everything I needed to say to her. My contact had called me in Germany, telling me that Nora had been rushed to the hospital—something about an emergency. He’d urged me to drop everything and come, and I didn’t hesitate. The thought of her in pain, scared and alone, left me impatient, my mind racing with questions.When I arrived at the hospital, the urgency within me boiled over. I pushed through the revolving door, heading straight for the reception desk, barely managing to keep my voice calm. “Nora Sinclair. Which room?”
NORA'S POV The hospital was a blur as I rushed through the corridors, my heart pounding in my chest. The fear I’d felt since leaving the Moretti’s castle hadn’t left me, clinging to me like a shadow. I had to see Zoe. I had to know she was okay.The NICU doors came into view, and I barely slowed down as I pushed through them. My breath caught as I spotted Sam and Genevieve, both bent over Zoe’s incubator.Sam’s large hand rested on the side of the incubator, his shoulders relaxed, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Beside him, Genevieve—stoic, guarded Genevieve—was smiling too, her fingers delicately tracing circles on the glass as if she were drawing strength from the sight of Zoe’s tiny, fragile form.Relief washed over me, so powerful that my knees buckled. I grabbed the edge of a nearby chair to steady myself before running toward them, tears streaming down my face. “Zoe!” I sobbed, my voice trembling.Sam looked up sharply, his smile vanishing as he stepped back from the incubato
GEN’S POVThe sound of the clock ticking on the wall filled the room as I slipped my phone back into my pocket. My hands were steady, but my chest felt tight, as if the weight of my decisions was finally starting to press down on me.The assassin had confirmed our rendezvous for later that night, and I was ready to hand over the first payment. Everything was in motion, just as I’d planned. Charles Bennett—the so-called heir—would soon be nothing more than a memory.For a brief moment, I allowed myself to think about Jacob. I could still see him as he was when we were children
SAM'S POV The words hung in the air like a stone waiting to fall.“Zoe’s in danger.”My chest tightened, and my hand instinctively moved toward my phone. “What do you mean she’s in danger?” I demanded, my voice sharp, rising with panic.Charlie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his slight frame seeming even smaller under the weight of my glare. His gaze darted to the floor, h
NORA'S POVMargot’s words echoed in my head, cold and unrelenting. “It was foolish of you to come here, Eleanora Sinclair.”The weight of her threat settled over me like a suffocating blanket, and my breath hitched. My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes. What had I done? How could I have been so reckless, so naive? I hadn’t just risked my own life, I’d risked Zoe’s, too.The enormity of my mistake crushed me, and I turned to leave, desperate to put as much distance as I could between myself and this place. But as I made for the door, a figure stepped in front of me, blocking my path.Milo Romano.I froze, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. My chest tightened as the memories came flooding back; the first time I met him, the way he charmed my mother, the way he convinced me that the Moretti deal was my chance to fix everything. He had turned my life upside down, destroyed my marriage, and shattered whatever trust Sam and I had had.And now, he was here.“You,”
SAM'S POV The boy who stepped into my office wasn’t what I’d imagined. He was young, maybe thirteen, with sandy hair that fell into his bright blue eyes, and he carried himself with a quiet kind of confidence. His features—especially the sharpness of his jawline—were unmistakably Bennett. For a moment, I felt as though I were looking at a ghost of the Jacob I once knew, the best friend who had stood by my side before greed and resentment tore us apart.“Charles,” I greeted, keeping my tone even.He hesitated just inside the doorway, then offered a faint smile. “You can call me Charlie,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “That’s what everyone calls me.”The name put me momentarily at ease, and I gestured to the chair in front of my desk. “Alright, Charlie. Have a seat.”He moved across the room with deliberate steps, his hands fidgeting at his sides as though he wasn’t entirely sure of his welcome. I waited until he settled into the chair before speaking again.“What brings you here
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
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 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 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