NORA'S POV
The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that bore down on me, heavy and oppressive, you could have heard a pin drop. I stood in the middle of the room, my hands clasped tightly in front of me, trying to steady my breathing. My mother sat on the edge of the couch, her expression unreadable, while Daniel leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed, watching me like he was trying to figure out what I was about to say.
This is it, I thought, bracing myself. This is the moment I decide.
Before I could speak, my phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table, cutting through the silence like a knife. I frowned, reaching fo
SAM'S POVThe drive home was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. Nora leaned against the window, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over her stomach. The image tugged at something deep inside me—love, protectiveness, a desperate need to make everything right. I hadn’t felt this much clarity in a long time.When we arrived at the penthouse, I watched her expression carefully as I held the door open for her. She paused, her gaze sweeping over the familiar space. “It feels… like I have been gone for long,” she murmured.I smiled. “Maybe because you have…
NORA'S POV The guest room was comfortable, but I couldn’t sleep. I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts tangled in a web of doubts and emotions. The memory of Sam’s face, the tenderness in his eyes when he showed me the nursery, lingered in my mind. It had taken every ounce of strength I had to leave him tonight, to stay in this room instead of crossing the hallway and curling up beside him.I tossed and turned, fluffing the pillow, pulling the covers up, then kicking them off. Sleep wouldn’t come. Every minute felt like an hour, and the quiet hum of the house only made my restlessness worse.When my phone buzzed on
SAM'S POV The chaos in my head mirrored the speed of the car as Jacob and I raced through the city streets to the hospital. Nora’s head lolled slightly against my shoulder, her face pale and her breathing uneven. My arms tightened around her instinctively, as if sheer will could protect her and the baby from whatever danger we’d just been thrown into.“Faster, Jacob,” I barked, my voice hoarse and urgent.Jacob didn’t reply, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, weaving through traffic with reckless precision. By the time we screeched to a stop at the hospital entrance, my heart felt like
NORA'S POV “What is he doing here?” Sam’s voice was cold, each word laced with a sharp edge that cut through the tense atmosphere of the room.I turned my head toward the door, my stomach tightening at the sight of Daniel standing there, hesitant but firm. He looked out of place in the room, his tailored suit clashing with the sterile white walls of the hospital. His eyes darted between me and Sam, unsure of his place in this chaotic tableau, and for a moment, I wished he hadn’t come at all.Why was he here? My heart sank as unease prickled at the e
NORA'S POV William’s eyes, though tired, bore into mine with the intensity of someone who had seen too much. His grip on my hand was firm, grounding me despite the storm of emotions swirling within me. I hadn’t been alone with him like this since before the divorce. It was unnerving, but there was also a strange comfort in his presence.“Nora,” he began, his voice rough yet steady, “tell me the truth. How did you get involved with Milo Romano?”My stomach twisted at the mention of that name. “I… it was a mistake,” I stammered, trying to gather my thoughts. “I thought I was helping Sam. Milo promised an opportunity, but it was all a lie.”William’s lips pressed into a thin line, his silence more intimidating than his words. “A lie,” he echoed softly, leaning back against his pillows. “Milo Romano isn’t just some grifter. He’s a predator. And predators don’t just lie—they manipulate. He couldn’t have done this alone.”“What do you mean?” I asked, my throat tightening.His gaze didn’t w
SAM'S POV The sterile scent of the hospital lingered in the air as I stood in the hallway outside my father’s room, gathering my thoughts. Genevieve’s words replayed in my mind, sharp and damning. “Dad has suspicions about someone in the family betraying us.”Pushing open the door, I stepped inside. William’s eyes met mine, calm but calculating, as if he’d been expecting me.“We need to talk,” I said, my voice low but firm.He gestured toward the chair by his bedside, but I remained standing. “Go on then,” he said, his tone neutral.I took a breath, trying to steady the storm brewing in my chest. “Genevieve told me about your suspicions,” I began, my gaze unyielding. “You think someone in the family is working with the Morettis. Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”My father exhaled slowly, as if tired of the weight of it all. “Because it’s a suspicion, Sam. Nothing more. And suspicions can destroy families if wielded carelessly.”“I have my own suspicions Dad, you should have told me…”
NORA'S POV Sam’s voice was low, cutting through the tense air. “Who leaked it?”Genevieve’s answer was immediate. “Evelyn.”The name hit me like a physical blow. Evelyn, Daniel’s cousin. My mind immediately jumped back to the last time I saw her—at the airport with Genevieve. And before that, at her dance studio, the very place I had stumbled into Daniel after our separation. Evelyn had made it clear she had no love for me then, and now she’d escalated her vendetta.&ldquo
SAM'S POVThe Harrington estate sprawled out like a glittering monument to excess. Inside, the ballroom was ablaze with golden lights and the low hum of murmured conversations. But I wasn’t in the mood to admire the opulence or bask in the privilege of the evening. My mind was elsewhere, my nerves taut with frustration and a simmering jealousy I couldn’t seem to tamp down.I stood near the grand staircase, scanning the crowd. Somewhere in this mass of people was Daniel’s elusive cousin, Evelyn. She was the one link we had to the Morettis’ connection to the Bennett family, and every minute she stayed hidden felt like a personal failure.Daniel was here, of course, and his easy charm made him impossible to miss. He flitted between small groups, laughing, clinking glasses, and talking to women. None of them seemed to be Evelyn. I checked my watch for the third time, wondering when Genevieve and Nora would arrive.And then I saw her.She descended the staircase with Genevieve beside her,
NORA'S POV The Bennett mansion felt impossibly large and unbearably empty. No matter how grand the chandeliers glowed or how pristine the marble floors shone, the house seemed cloaked in darkness. Every corner whispered reminders of what was missing; Zoe and William. There was just so much grief in the walls of the mansion. I couldn’t sit still anymore. The silence pressed down on me, my thoughts swirling endlessly as guilt, anger, and fear battled for control. I had failed my daughter, failed to protect her when she needed me most. And now, she was out there, with strangers who might mean her harm.I pushed open the door to
SAM'S POV The phone slipped from my trembling hand, clattering onto the floor. My legs felt unsteady, like they might give way beneath me, but the flood of emotions surging through my chest refused to let me collapse.Your father is dead, Samuel…The words repeated in my mind like a cruel echo, each time cutting deeper. My chest felt tight, my throat raw as I struggled to breathe. My father couldn’t be dead. William Bennett was larger than life…indestructible, unyielding. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
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