Sarah P.O.V
It's been a week since I arrived in NYC. As soon as I landed in my birthplace, I got busy unpacking and setting up my home. This house was bought by my mother before she died. She wanted to keep it as a home, yet now, no family member is here with me today.
My family knew about my arrival, but no one had tried to meet me or contact me.
I brushed off those thoughts and continued sipping my coffee while sitting in the living room when I heard my phone ring.
I quickly stood up and grabbed the phone lying on the desk. A smile formed on my lips when I saw the name on the screen, and I answered the call.
"Hello, Grandpa! How are you? How is Grandma doing?"
"We're both fine, dear. How are you? Have you settled into your new home?" he asked excitedly.
"Yes, Grandpa, I've settled in. I just wish you both were here with me," I replied, a bit sadly, making my grandpa chuckle.
"We'll be coming to NYC this weekend, sweetheart. It's time I finally hand over the company to you," Grandpa said in a serious tone.
"Yes, Grandpa, I remember that. I just hope I can handle the responsibilities well."
"You'll do great, my dear. You're perfect for leading the company," Grandpa assured me.
"Well, let's hope for the best," I said, trying to stay positive.
"OK, sweetie, see you this weekend," Grandpa said.
"Sure, Grandpa. Say hello to Grandma for me. Bye."
I disconnected the call and started reflecting on how different things are now.
My grandpa, Stephen D'Amario, never trusted my father after what he did to me when Mom died. My grandpa started this company when he was in his 20s, and my mom was the legal heiress since she was an only child. After she married my father, they both managed the company well until my mom was diagnosed with cancer.
Gradually, my mother spent most of her time at home or in the hospital, while my father managed our company. But my grandpa made sure that once I turned 21, the company would be legally transferred to me.
I remembered how badly Lisa treated me so that she and her daughter could get all the benefits from the company—money was all she cared about.
Lisa made sure I didn't fit the criteria to handle the company in the future. She even manipulated my father into trying to stop my education after high school, and she was somewhat successful. My father told me I wasn't capable of attending university.
Although I always maintained good grades—I wasn't the top of my class, but I was among the few good students who consistently performed well throughout high school.
I still remember those dreadful memories, which haunt me with nightmares to this day.
FLASHBACK
I had just come back from high school and was busy finishing my assignments when Jessica and Chloe burst into my room.
"Hey, ugly bitch. I heard you called Adrian last week," Jessica said angrily.
"Yes, I did. I was missing him, and it's been a long time since we talked," I replied without looking at her.
"Well, an ugly duckling like you doesn't deserve a friend like Adrian. I don't know why Adrian even decided to be your friend," Chloe said loudly.
"I guess he chooses his friends regardless of how they look or how rich they are. Let him decide who he wants to be friends with," I said. As soon as those words left my mouth, I felt something hard hit my face.
I felt blood at the corner of my lips. Before I could comprehend what had happened, Jessica punched me in the stomach.
Before I could defend myself, Chloe grabbed my arms from behind. Jessica slapped me again, and when she was done with the abuse, she spat in my face.
"I guess you've learned your lesson, bitch. Stay away from Adrian, or next time, the consequences will be worse," Jessica said angrily before they both left my room.
Before leaving, they made sure to ruin my assignment, tearing it apart even though I needed to submit it the next day.
I sat there crying, hugging myself. I didn't understand why they had a problem with my friendship with Adrian. He was the only friend I had left. I wiped my tears and decided to start my assignment over from scratch.
Finally, after three hours, I finished my assignment. When I noticed the time, it was already 1 a.m. My stomach rumbled, but I chose to go to bed. I didn't want any more drama that night.
FLASHBACK ENDS
I sighed, remembering those memories. I hated myself back then for not standing up against the abuse.
Maybe I was weak—I didn't have any support at that time.
Although Grandpa and Grandma always suspected something was wrong, I didn't want them to stress over me.
Today, I'm a stronger person. I can protect myself now. I even learned basic self-defence when I enrolled in university. Seeing how strong and decisive I am today gives me the confidence to take on the responsibility of being the heiress of D'Amario Enterprises.
Sarah POVIn the days that followed, life didn’t turn into a fairytale.It turned into something softer.Quieter.Real.There were days when all the emotions came back, rushing to my mind, like the waves hitting the shore. I couldn't shake off the thoughts that Alessandro might just leave me.But when I turned in my bed there he was propped up on one elbow, looking at me in awe, as if I was something fragile yet immensely valuable, at that time I felt a small wight lift off my chestHis hand would gently rest on my belly, staying there quietly, as if he was silently greeting the baby.At first, the ring on my finger felt strange, almost a little too heavy.Not because it wasn’t beautiful, it was.But because of everything it meant.It meant trust, a new promise, and a home rebuilt not on forgetting the past, but on accepting it.I caught myself turning it over with my thumb while standing at the sink, while Gabriel’s laughter spilled through the apartment, the metal warm from my skin.
Alessandro POVI’ve been in meetings where billion-dollar numbers floated between breaths; rooms where decisions rewrote cities, changed skylines, and left entire companies gasping for air.But nothing, nothing, unravelled me like her words did."I am pregnant"For an instant, everything within me came to a halt. The boardroom transformed into a haze of muted attire, moving documents, and voices that felt remote, unimportant.All I saw was her, Sarah. Pale. Breathless. Shoulders pulled in tight, like she was bracing for something.She’d been carrying this alone.For weeks.And I hadn’t seen it.My first instinct, God, it shames me now, was fear.Not fear of the baby itself, but of failing them.Of becoming him. Of becoming Adrian.And that terrified me more than anything.My mouth opened, but the words didn’t come. The only thing I managed was the worst thing,I turned. And walked away.Outside, the city felt too small for the thoughts tearing through me.Footfalls merged with the buz
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Sarah POV The clinic smelled of antiseptic mixed with paper and a hint of sweet, sterile memories to assume I had been in a lot of similar waiting areas. I was sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to come back, and literally clicked my legs over and over and was moving them back and forth, anything to distract them and me. I was so anxious I literally thought the doctor would catch my nerves from me when she came back for the consultation.Her smile was kind, reassurance in a way that made me sit taller. “You’re around 2.5 months along.” She proclaimed with enthusiasm while basking in healthful glow of me being appreciably healthy.“Congratulations, Sarah,” she said with a cheerasive spirit. accepting handouts while maintaining good eye contact.2.5 months.The number echoed in my head like it had weight. Like something real had just taken shape inside me. It wasn’t just two faint pink lines anymore, it was a heartbeat.A beginning. A piece of me. A piece of Alessandro.Upon