NORA'S POV
The world swam back into focus, blurry and disjointed. My head throbbed, and my limbs felt heavy, like I’d been dragged from a deep sleep too soon. The air was cool, sterile, but tinged with something metallic. The faint hum of a distant vent filled the silence, broken only by my uneven breaths.
I tried to move, but my wrists were bound, the rough material of the restraints biting into my skin. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, constricting my chest and sending my heart pounding.
Where am I?
My first
SAM'S POV The night was still and oppressively silent as I pulled up to the Bennett building. It loomed against the skyline, its windows glowing faintly from the security lights. I sat in the car for a moment, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ached.Nora was still missing. Every second without her felt like an eternity, the fear of what might be happening to her gnawing at me like a wild animal. The thought of her, scared and alone, was unbearable.
NORA'S POV I woke to the sound of birds chirping, their melody sharp and unfamiliar. For a moment, I thought I was back in the penthouse, the illusion so convincing that I reached out instinctively for the warmth of Sam’s side of the bed. My hand met rough, scratchy fabric, and the truth came crashing down.I sat up with a start, my head pounding. This wasn’t the room I’d fallen asleep in. My hands were free though they still hurt from the bind. I rubbed my hands against my wrist and felt my tummy. The baby kicked and I felt a sense of assurance wash over me. I looked around taking in my new surroundings; I was in a cramped cabin. The walls were wooden planks, uneven and unfinished. There was a small table near the window, a single chair, and a fireplace that looked as though it hadn’t been used in years. The only light came from a sliver of sunshine squeezing through dusty blinds.I felt lightheaded as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “Where am I?” I murmured, my voice sha
SAM'S POV The Bennett estate felt colder than usual, a heaviness in the air that I couldn’t shake. Even the light through the windows seemed dimmer, like the house itself knew something was wrong. I stood in the foyer, trying to process everything that had happened. Jacob—someone I trusted—had betrayed me. I couldn’t believe it. The weight of it hit me hard, and the shock still hadn’t worn off. I never thought something like this could come from within my own family.Then there was Nora. She was still missing, and I had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Had her disappearance somehow been tied to what I’d just learned about Jacob? Of course! I was losing my mind. Was she in danger because of him? The uncertainty ate at me, made it hard to focus on anything else.The house felt so different now, like it was reflecting everything I was feeling. It wasn’t the same place it used to be, and neither was I. I was standing there, trying to hold e
NORA'S POV I stared at Daniel, the phone clenched tightly to my chest. The coldness in his voice still echoed in my ears, and the sharpness in his gaze froze me in place.“Put the phone down, Nora,” he repeated, each word clipped and deliberate.“I just want to call Sam,” I said, my voice trembling despite my best effort to sound strong. “He’s probably worried sick about me. You know that, Daniel.”His jaw tightened, a muscle in his cheek jumping as he stepped closer. “You think
SAM'S POV Genevieve stood in front of me, her eyes burning with determination as she thrust the folder into my hands again. The tension between us was thick, suffocating.“Open it,” she said, her voice sharp.I shook my head, placing the folder down on the desk without even looking at it. “I can’t do this right now, Gen.”Her scoff was loud and full of frustration. “Can’t? Or won’t?”
NORA'S POV The silence of the cabin pressed against me, broken only by the soft creaks of old wood and the distant rustling of trees outside. I sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, the loose floorboard before me like a crack in the fortress Daniel had built around me. My fingers traced the jagged edges of the rusted nail I’d pried free days ago, my heart racing with the knowledge that this could be my only way out.The baby moved suddenly, a sharp, insistent kick that pulled my focus to my swollen belly. I placed a hand over the spot, whispering, “Just hold on a little longer, sweetheart. We’ll get out of here. I promise.”
SAM'S POV The past has a way of creeping back in when you least expect it.I hadn’t thought about Elias Roosevelt in years, but the moment his scarred face emerged from behind that mask at the gala, memories came rushing back. His voice, sharp and mocking, still haunted me as I prepared to meet him now, hoping against hope he’d have answers about Jacob—and Nora.Genevieve had arranged the meeting, insisting it was our best lead. I wasn’t sure if I trusted her judgment or if I was just desperate enough to cling to anything.
NORA'S POVHe looked at me like I’d just stumbled upon a terrible secret I wasn’t meant to know. “Forget I said that,” he muttered, his tone evasive.“No,” I said firmly, my voice rising. “You don’t get to do that, Daniel. You’ve been dragging me through this nightmare, claiming you’re protecting me, but you’ve been lying the entire time. Start talking. Now.”He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, I thought he might shut me out again but his expression clouded with something between frustration and guilt.“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice low. “Jacob does have a child. With Evelyn.”I stared at him, the weight of his words settling over me like a stone.Daniel leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Evelyn was always an outsider to your circle, Nora. You know that. The Bennetts didn’t make it easy for her, and Jacob… he was her only tether. But their relationship wasn’t just some fling. It was real. And it produced a child, a child Jacob i
NORA’S POVThe sun bathed the Bennett estate in a golden glow, filtering through the canopy of white roses and twinkling fairy lights. It was the perfect day, the kind of day that had once seemed impossible. But here we were. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace sleeve of my gown. It was nothing like the dress I had once imagined wearing for my first wedding to Sam. No, this was something entirely different—something that felt more like me. The gown hugged my frame, elegant and timeless. Soft ivory fabric cascaded down in delicate layers, embroidered with tiny pearls that shimmered when I moved. My hair, styled in loose waves, was pinned back with a single white rose, and a sheer veil trailed behind me like something out of a dream. But it was Sam’s face I longed to see the most. "Are you ready?" Genevieve appeared in the doorway, looking radiant in a soft emerald gown. Her usual sharpness was softened by the emotion in her eyes. I turned, feeling my he
NORA’S POVThe moment the plane touched down in New York, a flood of emotions surged through me. Relief. Exhaustion. Gratitude. I was alive. I was going home. Sam held my hand the entire drive from the airport, his grip firm yet tender, like he was afraid that if he let go, I’d disappear. My heart ached with anticipation; my mind consumed by a single thought—Zoe. I had spent weeks away from my daughter, missing the warmth of her tiny body against mine, the sweet scent of her skin, the sound of her giggles. The separation had been unbearable, and now, every second that kept me from holding her felt like
SAM’S POVThe fluorescent hospital lights hummed softly above me as I lay in the hospital bed, the sharp scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. I had never been afraid of pain—I had endured beatings, betrayals, and the weight of an entire empire on my shoulders. But this? This was different. Because this time, it wasn’t about me. It was about her. Nora. She lay in the bed
NORA’S POVThe beeping of machines was a constant rhythm, a reminder of the fragile line I was walking. The Parisian hospital room was bathed in soft golden light from the setting sun, but I felt cold. Not the kind of cold that came from the air conditioning or the evening breeze slipping through the cracks in the window—this was deeper, bone-deep, a chilling awareness that my body was failing me. Every breath felt like a borrowed one, shallow and effortful. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on me, heavier than it had ever been. My fingers tingled, my limbs felt distant, like they didn’t belong to me anymore. A part of me wondered if this was it—if I was already standing on the precipice between life and d
SAM'S POV The jet sliced through the cloud cover with the precision of a predator on a hunt, its hum a constant in the background as my thoughts drifted. Paris was just hours away, but I was already a prisoner of the distance—caught between two worlds, neither of which felt truly mine anymore.I had fought wars before, faced battles in boardrooms and beneath the weight of expectations. But none of those had ever felt so personal, so destructive. This fight had torn apart the very fabric of my family, shattered everything I had worked for, and left scars on my soul that would never fully heal. And the worst part? It had nearly cost me Nora—the one person I couldn’t afford to lose.
JACOB'S POVThe courtroom had emptied, but I remained frozen in my seat. The sound of the gavel still echoed in my ears. Life in prison. Isabella was gone.I watched as the guards led her away. She didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even look at me.She only turned once, just before disappearing through the doors, and for a fleeting moment, I saw it—regret. But it wasn’t for what she had done. It was for losing.I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. Was this how it was all supposed to
SAM'S POV The boardroom was suffocating, thick with tension and the scent of expensive cologne and polished wood. New York’s most powerful investors sat around the long mahogany table, their sharp eyes locked on me. Margot Moretti sat at the far end, composed as ever, but I could see the cracks beginning to show.For the past two hours, I had been fighting for control of what was left of my father’s empire. The Morettis had leveraged Aunt Marion’s shares and were dangerously close to tipping th
NORA'S POVThe hospital room was eerily silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitors and the quiet hum of the machines keeping me tethered to this world. The walls were painted in soft, sterile white, and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic. I had spent countless hours in this bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles, trying to ignore the way my body felt weaker with each passing day.But today was different. Today, the doctors would begin the experimental treatment—the last chance I had.Sam was pacing. He had been pacing for the last twenty minutes,
SAM'S POV The Paris clinic was quiet, almost unnervingly so. The soft hum of machines filled the room as Nora slept peacefully, her breathing steady but shallow. I sat in the corner of her room, the faint glow of my laptop illuminating the stack of documents Alaric had sent over that morning.Balancing the weight of the Bennett empire and being here for Nora felt impossible, but I had no choice.The reports from New York weren’t promising. Despite the rise in stock prices following Alaric’s press conference, the Morettis