NORA'S POV
The memories slipped away like sand through my fingers, leaving me hollow and aching. My mother. The lengths she had gone to “save” my marriage to Sam—the underhanded schemes, the secrets wrapped in love that had only succeeded in destroying everything. I thought back to the first day I had been led into that dim office, the rain pelting the windows as my mother whispered words of reassurance I hadn’t realized would haunt me for years.
I drew in a shaky breath, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. My heart twisted painfully as I thought of Sam, the betrayal etched into his features when he’d thrown that photograph at me. He didn’t know, couldn’t understand, the desperation I&
SAM'S POV The scene of Daniel and Nora embracing on her balcony played over and over in my mind, searing like a brand into my thoughts. I stood in Adrian’s guest room, staring at the suitcase I had barely unpacked. My hands moved on autopilot, shoving clothes back into it. The tension coiled tight in my chest, and I couldn’t breathe right.Adrian appeared in the doorway, watching me with a mixture of concern and disbelief. “You’re really leaving?” he asked, his voice low but incredulous. “Just like that?”I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. My hands clenched around a shirt, crumpli
NORA'S POV Genevieve’s entrance was like a storm tearing through my office, raw and uncontainable. The door slammed against the wall, rattling the picture frames, and Laurent nearly jumped out of his seat, his hands clutching his portfolio. I felt every muscle in my body go taut, my breath catching in my throat as Genevieve locked her blazing eyes on me.“So,” she said, her voice deceptively calm, but with an undercurrent of barely restrained fury. “You’re pregnant.”Her words hung in the air, heavy and damning. I forced myself to stand, trying to steady my racing heart and the wave of nausea that
SAM'S POVThe room felt like it was spinning, my mother’s words echoing in my head. The Moretti deal, the Moretti deal. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The betrayal twisted through me, so sharp it was almost physical. Mom had helped Alice forge my signature. The words repeated, louder, deafening, until I was choking on disbelief.“Mom?” I rasped, running a trembling
NORA’S POVGenevieve’s mouth fell open, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What?” she whispered, the word barely leaving her lips.Tears stung my eyes, and I wrapped my arms around my waist as if trying to hold myself together. “It’s Sam’s,” I repeated, my voice cracking. “I found out the day you took me to the hospital to see Daniel.”The shock on Genevieve’s face shifted quickly into anger. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she stepped closer, her voice rising. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”I took a step back, feeling the pain of her accusation. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” I said, my voice quivering. “Sam and I had just divorced, Genevieve. I was scared, confused. I didn’t want to risk him finding out, not when everything was falling apart.”Genevieve’s shoulders slumped, her anger giving way to raw emotion. Tears filled her eyes, and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Nora…” she choked out, her voice breaking.I reached out, my hand trembling as I grabbed h
SAM'S POVThe betrayal twisted through me, thick and suffocating, I stood up from the couch and turned to face my mother who now had her arms wrapped around her. The reality of what she had confessed—that she and Alice had interfered, manipulated, and betrayed me—felt like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding.“Explain,” I demanded, my voice barely steady. I struggled to hold myself together, but anger pulsed through me, making my fists clench. “Why did you do this?” I searched Jacqueline’s face for a glimmer of the mother I’d trusted, but all I saw was guilt.Jacqueline’s face fell, and she reached for me, but I stepped back, creating a physical distance to match the emotional chasm opening between us. “Samuel, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I can explain. Just let me—”Before she could finish, her phone rang, shattering the suffocating tension. She fumbled for it, her hands shaking, and when she saw the name flashing on the screen—Alice—she glanced up at me, panic in he
NORA’S POVStepping off the plane and into the bustling, chaotic energy of New York felt both familiar and disorienting. The city buzzed around me, a cacophony of car horns, loudspeakers, and the endless chatter of people on the move. Genevieve and I wheeled our luggage toward the exit, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the airport floor.We had barely made it to the baggage claim when a familiar voice called out, drawing both of us to a halt. “Nora? Genevieve?”I turned to see Evelyn, Daniel’s cousin, walking toward us. Her sharp, blue eyes were bright with recognition, though there was a sli
SAM'S POV The moment Genevieve’s call ended, a tremor of relief had surged through me. Nora was coming to New York. As the door to my house clicked shut behind my mother and Alice, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The echoes of their excuses, their attempts to justify their meddling, still rang in my ears. I’d barely managed to keep it together, the anger simmering in my veins. They had destroyed everything with their so-called good intentions.My fingers curled into fists as I tried to steady my breathing. I had to get a grip. I had to be ready when Nora arrived, ready to finally get answers, t
NORA'S POV Genevieve opened the door and standing on the other side was a man I had hoped never to see again: Milo Romano. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark hair slicked back, his eyes gleaming with a predatory amusement.“Ladies,” Milo drawled, stepping into the room as if he owned it. He flashed a charming smile that did nothing to hide the menace underneath. “Milo Romano here, I hope I’m not interrupting. Nora and I have some unfinished business.”I took an involuntary step back, my entire body trembling. “You’re lying,” I spat, my voice cracking under the weight
NORA'S POV The first thing I noticed was the unusual quiet.I shifted in my hospital bed, wincing at the dull throb in my head from the attack. The sterile walls of the room offered no comfort, and I tried to shake off the unease that had settled over me. Normally, there was a nurse bustling in to check my vitals or update me on Zoe, but this time, there was only silence.The door creaked open, and I sat up a little straighter, relief flooding me as I saw a nurse enter followed closely by a doctor. But their faces… they were pale, drawn, and tight with worry.
SAM'S POV Charles’s words hung in the air, heavy and sharp as a blade.“I don’t want it,” he said, his voice cracking with a mix of defiance and despair. “I don’t want to be the heir.”Jacob froze, his eyes narrowing in disbelief before they blazed with fury. “What did you just say?” he demanded, his voice low and trembling.“You heard me,” Charles shot back, his fists clenched at his sides. “I don’t want it. I never did.”
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