SAVANNAHThe room is filled with a tense silence as Mom glares at Dad. Dominic walks over to me and gently rubs my hands. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.I nod and lower my head. I never wanted him to find out about me like this.“Do you see what you have caused?!” Mom snaps at Dad. “You bring trouble to my daughter! Your wife couldn't wait; she had to barge in here!” Her body shakes with anger. “I should have known she can never change, and if I ever find out, Sebastian,” she warns dangerously, “if I ever find out that your wife and daughter had anything to do with my child's accident, you won't like me!”Dad raises his head and glares at her. “You think I wanted this to happen?!”“If you don't want it to happen, leave!” she screams. “Leave my child alone.” I look up to find Dominic staring at my parents with wide eyes. This is embarrassing.I pinch my nose and groan in frustration. “That's enough, Mom,” I say, pointing. “You don't need to blame Dad for what Becca did.”She looks at m
SAVANNAHAs I lay there in the hospital bed, the memories of the accident continue to flash through my mind. It was a terrifying experience, and the thought that someone might have intentionally targeted me sends shivers down my spine.I'm relieved to hear from the doctor that I seem physically okay, aside from the concussion and minor injuries. However, the emotional trauma of the incident lingers. I'm getting discharged today, and Dominic specifically told the doctor not to release me unless he's here, which leaves me wondering if he feels something more for me.Closing my eyes, I try to push away the fear and anxiety that have settled in my chest. I focus on the sounds of the hospital, the quiet hum of machinery, and the distant voices of nurses and patients. It's a reassuring backdrop that I'm alive and nothing's wrong with me.I know I'll need time to process what happened, and I can't help but wonder who would want to harm me. The mystery of it all weighs heavily on my mind as I
SAVANNAHThe sudden news about the driver's death sends a chill down my spine, and I exchange a worried glance with Chris. It's a shocking turn of events, and I can't help but feel a mix of confusion and fear.“What?” Chris exclaims, his face mirroring the shock I'm feeling. “How the heck did that happen?”Dominic's jaw clenches, and he sighs heavily. “The investigator didn't have all the details, but it seems like it was a hit; he was shot, and the driver didn't make it.”My mind races, trying to make sense of it all. “So, you're saying the person was killed after hitting me?” I ask, my voice trembling.Dominic nods grimly. “It appears that way.”I release a shaky breath. “That means the person who paid him doesn't want to be found. It could only mean they knew we were looking into the driver,” Chris says, running his hands through his hair.His words cause unease, and I slump on the bed, my mind racing with the possibility that I am a potential target.The question remains: Who would
DOMINICI'm driving Savannah home, and her head rests on the wheel with her eyes closed. I reach over to the console and hold her hands in mine. Her eyes flash to me, and she sends me a gentle smile.Her father's words keep playing, but I push them aside. Telling her how I feel is not an option.“What are you thinking about?” I look up to see her looking at me, her eyes blinking.“Just work,” I lie through my teeth. “And your health,” that's partially true.She nods, “I'm fine now.” She says as she rests her hands on my thigh. I look down, and she doesn’t even look like she knows that’s what she’s doing.“I know. Have you decided on the offer to take over the contract?” I ask, thinking it is another way I can have my eyes on her at all times.She nods, “I have.”“What did you decide?” I ask casually as if I'm not dying on the inside to know.“I'm going to accept.” Yes. I nod, trying to play it off, but I'm excited she chose this. It means I can monitor her safely when she's at the offi
SAVANNAHI walk through the hotel and offer a small smile to the staff. Nobody stopped me or asked questions; they knew I was his daughter.I entered the elevator and took a deep breath. Here's to hoping that nobody disturbs us today. I press the P button and wring my hands together nervously.The elevator opens, and my dad's men nod at me as I stride past them. As I step into the penthouse, I'm greeted by a luxurious and spacious living area. Large windows offer breathtaking views of the city skyline, and the entire space is tastefully decorated with modern and elegant furnishings. It's entirely different from the rest of the hotel, exuding luxury and sophistication.I guess this is what having money feels like.Dad is sitting on a plush couch, his laptop in front of him, working on something. He looks up as I enter, a warm smile on his face.“Savannah,” he says, his voice filled with genuine happiness. “I didn't know you were coming.” I can't help but feel a rush of emotions at the s
MR SEBASTIANS KNIGHTSMy confession hangs heavy in the air as I watch the emotions play across Savannah's face. She listens intently to my words, her eyes filled with shock, sadness, and relief.“I did a DNA test,” she gasps. “But not while she was pregnant. Your mother wouldn't allow me to be near her, so I waited until she gave birth.” I can see the weight of my actions hitting her, and I continue, feeling a need to explain myself. “I know it wasn't the right thing to do, but I was desperate; I needed to know if you were mine, and when the DNA result came back positive, I found light in my dark life. I found you.”Her tears continue to flow, but she smiles through them. “Then why did you leave me?”I gently cup her face in her hands, my thumbs wiping away her tears. “I never wanted to. I wanted to fight for you, but your grandfather threatened me; he told me he’d give you to an orphanage, and I'd never find you if I decided to stick around.”Her voice trembles as she asks, “Did Mom k
**SAVANNAH**My heart races as I follow Evans halfway across the front lawn. “Evans!” I yell, and he looks back at me before gritting his teeth and walking away. “Wait up.” I increase my pace and catch up to him, then run in front and block his path. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”His jaw tightens as he tries to move left, but I block him again, and the same with the right. “Move,” he grits out. “Go back inside.”I shake my head. “No! What do you mean you're not my brother?”“What do you think it means, huh?” he takes a step closer to me. “It means I'm not your brother. It means you don't have any reason to stand up here and pretend you care for me when you don't.”“How can that be?” I ask, confused. “How can you not be my brother?”He laughs emotionlessly. “What do you think I mean, Savannah? How do you think I can't be your brother, huh?”“I just want to know, Evans,” I say softly. “You are my brother.” What is this talk about him not being my brother?He clenches his fis
SAVANNAHEvans and I have just arrived at one of Dad's hotels, and to be honest, I am feeling extremely exhausted. He's currently in the bathroom while I sit on the couch.Dad's explanations about Evans not being my brother are a lot to handle right now. I flip my phone on to see six missed calls from Dominic and numerous messages.Yeah, he's worried. I dial Dominic’s number, and he answers immediately. “I've been calling you.”I sigh. “I know, and I'm fine. Could you come and pick me up?”“At your mom's place?”“No, I'm at one of Dad’s hotels, The Palace.”“I'm on my way.” He hangs up, and I lift my head to see Evans walking out of the bathroom.“Is everything okay? Do you like the area?” He looks around the room, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty in his eyes. “I Can't afford this.”He looks around the room, prompting me to do the same. The room boasts warm, rich, deep red and gold decor adorned with pretty pictures and decorations of ancient art, creating a homely look.My eyes wan