Gianna met Dante’s gaze, her composure a carefully constructed mask. She had learned to project strength in front of him and their friends, but she felt utterly powerless beneath the surface. Things were weighing her down, things beyond her control. Her life was a mess. Completely screwed up. Dante’s jaw tightened, his voice strained with years of suppressed frustration. “When I met you in medical school, I didn’t know about your family or your background—none of it. But I accepted you completely.” Gianna’s eyes darkened. “That was over ten years ago, Dante. It was all in the past. I don’t have time for this.” “You’re always running away!” His voice rose. “That’s your specialty. That’s what you’re good at—hurting people and walking away like nothing happened.” “Dante, you heard it yourself!” she snapped. “My husband is part of the Cassian Doyle family. That name alone should scream complicated! What did you expect me to do—introduce myself as the daughter of a syndicate soldier?
Gazelle Chairman Sinclair—who claims to be my father—arrived with his assistant, Mr. Harrington. The lines on his face told me he had lived a long life, but the familiarity of his features shook me. I didn’t remember him, not really, but the moment our eyes met, tears streamed down my face. It was instinctual like my body remembered something my mind couldn’t. Whatever those memories were… they must have hurt. We gathered in a room, joined by faces I was told were my friends. “Gazelle,” Chairman Sinclair said gently, studying me like I was a ghost from his past. “What happened to you? Have you been eating well? Sleeping enough while you were gone?” My nod was the only answer I could manage. My throat was tight, choked with a thousand unspoken questions and a suffocating fog of confusion. How do you even begin to rebuild a life that suddenly feels like a stranger’s? Dr. Dante Castillo stood quietly near Maximus. Royal and Gianna sat beside me, their presence oddly comforting. Th
Maximus (The day prior…) “What do you mean you found Kyros?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Sleep deprivation was making everything feel surreal—was I really hearing this, or had exhaustion finally caught up with me? Ivan and Lucas exchanged a meaningful glance. “I was in Bristol, having a catch-up with chums, when word came through that Kyros had returned to the Ferrero estate,” Ivan said carefully. My jaw tightened. I immediately called one of my trusted contacts at the Ravenwood. They confirmed it. Kyros had been there the entire day, speaking with his mother and Chairman Ferrero. Beyond that, they knew nothing. I turned to Ivan, frowning. He was preparing coffee while Lucas sat at a table in the pantry, typing rapidly on his laptop. “Kyros is alive?” I asked, stunned. “What about Gazelle? Have you found my wife?” “Working on it,” Lucas replied, eyes locked on the screen, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. Ivan set down the coffee pot and faced me. “Someon
“Miss Elle! Where are you going? You bad people! Where are you taking Miss Elle?!” The weight in my chest felt like I was drowning from the inside. Security walked on either side of me, not rough, just firm, as they led me down the marble halls of Hillcrest Estate’s main building. My head was spinning with what I’d just seen in Maximus’s room—that photo, those questions no one seemed willing to answer. Lulu saw everything. Nanny Beth held her back, arms wrapped tightly around her as Lulu struggled to get to me. That’s when the tears started. I couldn’t even say sorry. I couldn’t say goodbye to my twinkle… “Miss Elle!” Lulu’s cries pierced through the heavy oak doors, through the walls, straight into my breaking heart. “Don’t leave me! Please don’t leave!” Lulu’s voice faded until there was nothing but silence. I stood there outside the driveway, all by myself. Then the sobs came—deep, gut-wrenching sounds I barely recognized as mine. I didn’t know how I was supposed to start ov
Elle Three days had passed since I’d taken over caring for Lulu. Both Nanny Beth and Mandy had welcomed me with unexpected warmth, making the transition easier than I’d anticipated. On the first day, Bonnie stopped by. After learning I needed to stay at her boss’s estate, she brought me some of my personal things. That night, I only had Mandy’s clothes to wear; thankfully, she had lent me a few. Getting Lulu settled at nursery school had been my first real challenge. She stuck to me like glue for the first two days, quietly watching the other kids from afar. But a little patience went a long way. By the third day, my heart lifted as I watched her run after a little boy, laughing happily across the playground. Throughout it all, I’d kept Maximus updated through our chat conversations, sending him photos of his daughter’s daily adventures. But today, the weight of their separation had finally caught up with little Lulu. “Miss Elle, I miss my daddy. Can I call him?” she asked, her s
Kyros Standing in the restaurant’s doorway, my head spun with questions I couldn’t shake. I’d already told the chef I’d be gone for a few days, heading to Bryston. The very thought of that place sent my pulse racing. When Elle first disappeared, I’d used my connections to trace the number I kept calling obsessively. The first report said she was somewhere down South, but that wasn’t enough for me. I needed to hear her voice and know she was out there. So, I had the number tracked again. Since the number was registered under my name, I was granted access to its mobile signal—and that’s when I discovered she had gone to Bryston. The fury that followed was immediate and consuming. Elle had no reason to go there. Unless… her memories had returned, or maybe she’d discovered something about the child. Working in Cassian’s organization, she definitely had access to things that could’ve pointed her to the truth. The thought wouldn’t leave me alone. I walked out after wrapping up my con