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 I stood frozen, unable to process what Adrian had just revealed. Adrian, my boss, was Sam’s friend—someone Sam had called on to keep tabs on me. The realization felt like a betrayal wrapped in betrayal, a scheme spun behind my back by two men I’d trusted.“How…” My voice came out unsteady, struggling to grasp this new reality. “How long have you known each other?”Adrian looked at me, regret flickering in his eyes. “Since we were kids, Nora. Sam asked me to look out for you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
SAM'S POV I watched as Nora’s expression shifted, something soft and almost broken flickering in her eyes. For a brief second, I thought she might actually answer my question, that maybe, just maybe, she would tell me what had landed her in the hospital. Her face twisted, and I saw a shadow cross over her expression—fear, hesitation, pain? I couldn’t be sure.“Nora,” I said, my voice softer now, practically pleading. “Please, just…tell me what happened.”But instead of responding, she shot me a look that was hard and defensive, and then, without a word, she turned on her heel and walk
NORA'S POV Daniel’s car slid smoothly along the rain-slicked streets of Paris, the tension from the hospital still crackling between us. My head leaned against the cool glass of the window, and I tried to focus on the rhythm of the city lights flickering past. Daniel’s hand rested on the steering wheel, his thumb tapping lightly, a silent beat of unspoken concern.He pulled up in front of my apartment, the headlights washing over the old stone facade. The engine’s hum faded to a quiet idle. Daniel shifted, turning toward me, his eyes searching mine.“Are you sure you don’t want me to come up?” he asked gently, his voice low and full of worry.I managed a small, tired smile. “I’ll be fine. I just need some time alone to think.” My voice cracked a little at the end, and I looked away, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill.Daniel reached over, his fingers brushing a stray curl from my cheek. “Okay,” he said softly. Then, leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek,
SAM'S POV We were both still catching our breath, tangled together, half-dressed and utterly exhilarated. Nora sat perched on the heavy oak table in Adrian’s drawing room, her legs wrapped securely around my waist, her hands tangled in my hair. My own hands caressed her back, feeling the softness of her skin, the warmth of her against me. I couldn’t let go of her, didn’t want to. The scent of her, the way she felt, had me completely undone.“I love you,” I whispered against her lips, over and over, as if the words would be enough to erase the past. I couldn't stop kissing her. Her lips were intoxicating and I wanted to stay buried inside her, the softness of her wrapping around me like a cocoon. Nora’s eyes glistened with something unreadable, and she held onto me, her fingers tightening just a bit as she kissed me back. She then sighed quietly. “Sam,” she murmured through my lips though there was a hint of practicality cutting through the heat. “We should get dressed… Adrian could
NORA'S POV My heart pounded against my ribs, an unsteady, relentless rhythm that left me breathless as I waited for Isabella to drop her bombshell. The way she stood there, savoring every second of suspense, made my skin crawl. Her smirk deepened, and I hated that she was enjoying this moment—this power she held over me.Isabella’s eyes flicked to Adrian, a false look of concern softening her features. “Are you sure you want Adrian to be here for this?” she asked, her voice a sugary blend of feigned innocence and barely-hidden delight. Her gaze shifted back to me, her eyes glinting with a sinister sort of pl
NORA'S POV Dinner at Adrian’s had felt like walking a tightrope—one wrong step and everything would come crashing down. My mind kept wandering back to the drawing room earlier, to the way Sam had kissed me, how he had held me like he never wanted to let go. My heart was still racing from it, but sitting across from him now, the tension between us had returned. It lingered in the air, thick and suffocating.We were eating quietly, the clinking of silverware the only sound cutting through the silence. Sam was watching me, his eyes softening every time our gazes met, but I kept looking away. It hurt too much to hope, and I was too afraid of what came next.
NORA'S POV The quiet of the hospital room was both a blessing and a curse. The soft hum of machines and the distant chatter of nurses offered some comfort, but it also left me alone with my thoughts.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still aching from the surgery. The nurses had reassured me that Zoe was doing well, her breathing steady and strong. They said she was a fighter, but that didn’t stop the worry from gnawing at me.I worried about Zoe, about the future. About Sam.He’d called to tell me he was with Jacob, and though he’d assured me it was just a conversation, I couldn’t shake the dread pooling in my stomach. Jacob was dangerous, and the thought of Sam walking into a trap made me restless.I sighed, closing my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep. But just as the edges of slumber began to creep in, the sound of the door opening jolted me awake.At first, I thought it was a nurse or Sam returning, but when I turned my head, my breath caught in my throat.Elias R
SAM'S POV The room was unbearably still, the rhythmic beep of Zoe’s monitor the only sound. I turned toward the doorway, expecting a nurse, but instead, it was someone I hadn’t expected to see so soon.Charles.He hesitated in the doorway, his sandy hair falling messily over his forehead, his suit jacket slightly too large for his thin frame. His blue eyes—uncertain and conflicted—darted around the room before settling on Zoe’s bassinet.Nora stood from her chair, her protective instincts immediately kicking in as she moved slightly in front of Zoe. “Who are you?” she asked, her tone firm but puzzled.“Charles,” I said again, my voice drawing Nora’s startled gaze. “This is Jacob’s son.”Nora’s expression shifted from confusion to shock as she looked at him. “You’re… Jacob’s…”His voice cracked, and he glanced down at his shoes before looking back at Zoe. “I’m sorry for intruding,” he said quickly. “I just…I wanted to make sure she’s okay.”Genevieve turned sharply from the window, he
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 incubator
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