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Damian’s Point of ViewThe next morning arrived before I could fully understand the weight of the decision I’d made.I want to meet him.My son.Even the word felt foreign on my tongue, my first time. Son. A whole life—his life—existing without me in it. A boy I didn’t know, a name I hadn’t spoken, a laugh I’d never heard… but he was mine.Ava hadn’t slept. I could tell by the stiff set of her shoulders as she paced across the penthouse, her phone clutched in her hand. She kept glancing at me, uncertain, as if waiting for me to change my mind.I didn’t.“I told Olivia we’re coming,” she said finally. Her voice was soft, like the words might bruise if spoken too loud. “She’ll have him ready.”Ready. Like this was an interview. A reveal. But it wasn’t a surprise party. It was a reckoning.And I wasn’t sure who I’d be when it was over.Ava’s Point of ViewThe drive to Olivia’s upstate estate felt longer than usual. Damian barely spoke. I couldn’t blame him. What do you say before you mee
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Ava’s Point of ViewThe city lights below were blurred streaks of color through the tinted car windows. I sat stiffly beside Damian, the silence between us a crackling force that neither of us dared to touch.Ever since the headline dropped about his father’s involvement in his memory loss, he hadn’t said a word. Not a single question. Not even a whisper.I wanted to believe it was shock.But deep down, I feared it was something else. Something far worse.He was remembering.And those memories were sharp enough to bleed.“Where are we going?” I finally asked, unable to stand the suspense gnawing at my insides.He didn’t glance at me. “To the estate.”My stomach twisted. The estate—his father’s fortress. The place where everything began. And maybe, where everything would end.“You think he’ll talk to you?” I asked carefully.“I don’t need him to talk,” Damian said coldly. “I need him to listen.”The rest of the ride was a blur. When we pulled up to the gates, the mansion loomed like a
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Damian’s Point of ViewThe city lights blurred into streaks as I sped the car toward St. Jude’s Medical Center. My knuckles bled from gripping the steering wheel; each red light felt like a betrayal of time I couldn’t afford to lose.“Sophia?” I rasped, already dialing her number. No answer—just voicemail. My phone slipped from my hand as the car jolted over a pothole. My heart pounded like thunder in my ears. If Rachel had hurt Sophia… I didn’t even want to imagine it.Ava’s hand on my arm jolted me back. “Damian, breathe,” she urged, voice trembling. She steered my gaze to the dashboard—98, 102, 88—my pulse racing. “What happened?” she asked, eyes wide with panic.I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. “I don’t know, but she sounded terrified.” Sirens wailed in the distance as we pulled up to the emergency entrance. Parking the car on the curb, we sprinted inside.Hospital CorridorFluorescent lights illuminated the sterile hallway as we ran past reception. I barreled toward tria
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Ava's Point of ViewThe night air was dense with silence as we left Damian's father's estate. There were no words exchanged in the automobile, only the buzzing of tension between the leather seats. Damian's hands clutched the steering wheel fiercely, white knuckles against the black leather. I sat next him, my pulse racing from the revelation we had just walked away from. He offered no objection. His father confessed everything. The drug. The memory erase. The deception. And the worst part? He felt he'd done the proper thing. Damian hadn't spoken anything since. I could almost hear his thoughts raging louder than the engine.When we eventually arrived at the penthouse garage, he skipped the service valet. He parked, opened the door, and went into the elevator without looking back. I followed. The elevator doors swung open, revealing a deadly quiet apartment. Damian stood at the window, looking out at the city as if it were a battlefield."I would've thrown it al
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Damian's Point of View Time slowed. Rachel's words exploded in my ears, like a bomb in a quiet sanctuary. "Meet your real son." The young boy by her side clutched her hand, his huge green eyes peering up at me. He looked like Liam. Too much like him. The same expressive eyes. The same unruly hair that never seemed to stay down. The same vulnerability was emblazoned across his face, like a delicate, living canvas. Ava stood behind me, stiff from shock. I could hear her breathing—short and shallow. Her hand stretched for my shoulder to maintain equilibrium. "That's not possible," she said quietly.Rachel’s lips curled into a smirk, the same one I remembered from our twisted youth. “Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed. “You, of all people, should know that nothing is impossible when you’re born a Cross.” I couldn’t look away from the boy. From Landon. I forced my voice to work. “Who is he?” Rachel crouched beside him and stroked his curls. “His name is Landon. Landon Cross. He is your
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DAMIAN Point of ViewManhattan's skyline burnt gold as the sun sank, but my world had never felt darker. The past was pushing its way into the present, destroying everything I'd built with Ava. Lucas had returned. Rachel had a child—my child, apparently. And Liam? I was barely hanging on to who I used to be, let alone who I was supposed to become. But Lucas made one error. He expected me to play by his rules. Not anymore. "Your meeting is confirmed," Marcus stated as he entered the study. "Lucas wishes to meet at The Black Moth. Discreet. Private room. "No media."The black moth. An exclusive gentlemen's club where CEOs shared secrets over $100,000 scotch. Fitting for a serpent like Lucas. "Tell security I want eyes on every entrance," I informed them. "No surprise. "Not this time." Marcus nodded and departed without saying anything else. Across the room, Ava leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, phone flashing in her fingers. She had not said much sin
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Ava's perspective. My lungs tightened as I dashed down the corridor into the nursery. Liam's monitor hummed with static, and Landon's scream still echoed in my ears. I pushed the door open so hard that it crashed against the wall. Empty. Crib remains undisturbed. Stuffed animals are perfectly organized. Not a single hair is out of place. But Landon was gone. I surveyed the room—closet? Empty. Under the bed? Clear. Bathroom? Nothing. "LANDON!" I yelled, my chest squeezing with a mother's panic that overwhelmed all logic. My fingers rushed across my phone's screen. Call Damian."Pick up." Pick up. Damian—" "Ava?" His voice was breathless and harsh. "He's gone!" I cried. "Landon! "I swear he was in his crib, and now—" "I am on my way. Lock the doors. You should not trust anyone. I'll phone Marcus and warn the guards—" The call was dropped. There is no more sound. My reflection in the nursery mirror trembled, hollow-eyed and with ragged breath.
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Ava Point of ViewsThe safehouse smelled like lemon disinfectant and old memories. Damian stood shirtless by the window, his wounds newly treated, sunshine illuminating his flesh like a masterpiece. He seems almost... calm. But calm with Damian Cross was like spring in New York: beautiful, transient, and never far from another storm. "Say something," I muttered. He turned, his gaze finding mine. "I can't stop thinking about what I forgot." "You're remembering more?"He nodded slowly. "Bits and pieces." The wedding. Your eyes brightened up when you saw me in that suit. The baby shower. "The fight prior to the crash..." I flinched. "What fight?" His jaw clenched. "You asked me to leave my family business. I stated I couldn't. "You mentioned you were pregnant." My breath caught. "And?" “I left.” Silence. "I walked out," he whispered. "And the next day, I crashed." Damian Point of Views Ava's face contorted with misery, but she did not weep. She neve
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Damian's POV I didn't think; I just moved. Swept Liam into my arms and rolled us to the floor behind the sofa, heart pounding like a war drum. The broken glass crunched under heavy boots. Whoever was inside was not there to steal. They came for something different. "Ava!" My voice was drowned out by the silence. Then—bang—a lamp fell to the floor. Ava appeared at the hallway door, pallid, her eyes wide with rage and terror. She held Liam's iPad like it was a weapon. And behind her. A woman. Tall, elegant, blonde.And for a split second, I believed it was Rachel. But it wasn't. It was someone far worse. Ava Point of Views I could not breathe. The woman standing in the doorway was actually a mirror. Not only similar. Identical. She looked at me with the same brown eyes I saw in the mirror every day, but hers were colder. Sharper. "Who are you?" I whispered. She smiled. "Don't you recognize your other half, Ava?" My world shifted. "Adrian
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Ava's perspective. My lungs tightened as I dashed down the corridor into the nursery. Liam's monitor hummed with static, and Landon's scream still echoed in my ears. I pushed the door open so hard that it crashed against the wall. Empty. Crib remains undisturbed. Stuffed animals are perfectly organized. Not a single hair is out of place. But Landon was gone. I surveyed the room—closet? Empty. Under the bed? Clear. Bathroom? Nothing. "LANDON!" I yelled, my chest squeezing with a mother's panic that overwhelmed all logic. My fingers rushed across my phone's screen. Call Damian."Pick up." Pick up. Damian—" "Ava?" His voice was breathless and harsh. "He's gone!" I cried. "Landon! "I swear he was in his crib, and now—" "I am on my way. Lock the doors. You should not trust anyone. I'll phone Marcus and warn the guards—" The call was dropped. There is no more sound. My reflection in the nursery mirror trembled, hollow-eyed and with ragged breath.
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DAMIAN Point of ViewManhattan's skyline burnt gold as the sun sank, but my world had never felt darker. The past was pushing its way into the present, destroying everything I'd built with Ava. Lucas had returned. Rachel had a child—my child, apparently. And Liam? I was barely hanging on to who I used to be, let alone who I was supposed to become. But Lucas made one error. He expected me to play by his rules. Not anymore. "Your meeting is confirmed," Marcus stated as he entered the study. "Lucas wishes to meet at The Black Moth. Discreet. Private room. "No media."The black moth. An exclusive gentlemen's club where CEOs shared secrets over $100,000 scotch. Fitting for a serpent like Lucas. "Tell security I want eyes on every entrance," I informed them. "No surprise. "Not this time." Marcus nodded and departed without saying anything else. Across the room, Ava leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, phone flashing in her fingers. She had not said much sin
One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess The Twin Truth
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Ava's Point of ViewThe night air was dense with silence as we left Damian's father's estate. There were no words exchanged in the automobile, only the buzzing of tension between the leather seats. Damian's hands clutched the steering wheel fiercely, white knuckles against the black leather. I sat next him, my pulse racing from the revelation we had just walked away from. He offered no objection. His father confessed everything. The drug. The memory erase. The deception. And the worst part? He felt he'd done the proper thing. Damian hadn't spoken anything since. I could almost hear his thoughts raging louder than the engine.When we eventually arrived at the penthouse garage, he skipped the service valet. He parked, opened the door, and went into the elevator without looking back. I followed. The elevator doors swung open, revealing a deadly quiet apartment. Damian stood at the window, looking out at the city as if it were a battlefield."I would've thrown it al
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Damian’s Point of ViewThe city lights blurred into streaks as I sped the car toward St. Jude’s Medical Center. My knuckles bled from gripping the steering wheel; each red light felt like a betrayal of time I couldn’t afford to lose.“Sophia?” I rasped, already dialing her number. No answer—just voicemail. My phone slipped from my hand as the car jolted over a pothole. My heart pounded like thunder in my ears. If Rachel had hurt Sophia… I didn’t even want to imagine it.Ava’s hand on my arm jolted me back. “Damian, breathe,” she urged, voice trembling. She steered my gaze to the dashboard—98, 102, 88—my pulse racing. “What happened?” she asked, eyes wide with panic.I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. “I don’t know, but she sounded terrified.” Sirens wailed in the distance as we pulled up to the emergency entrance. Parking the car on the curb, we sprinted inside.Hospital CorridorFluorescent lights illuminated the sterile hallway as we ran past reception. I barreled toward tria
