I pushed the door open without thinking, the anger bubbling inside me spilling over. "What the hell are you talking about, Noel?”I flung the closet door open, startling Noel mid-sentence. His eyes widened, his phone still pressed to his ear."Elijah..." he started, but I held up a hand to silence him."What the hell are you doing here, Noel? And why the fuck are you investigating my sister behind my back?" My voice was low but sharp, laced with barely controlled fury.He closed his phone, trying to put on a calm facade, but I could see the unease in his stance. "It's not what you think—”"It’s exactly what I think!" I snapped, taking a step closer. "You’re in my house, in my space, talking about my family like it’s your business."Noel didn’t flinch, but his jaw tightened. "I’m doing this for Eloise. To protect her. Or have you forgotten about the attack?"I shook my head, my fists clenching at my sides. "I haven’t forgotten anything, Noel! But what are you doing? This sneaking aroun
The sound of clinking utensils filled the dining room. I glanced up from my plate, watching the two men sitting across from me. Elijah was focused on his food, his jaw tight, while Noel absently poked at his plate, his face unreadable. It wasn’t like them to be this... quiet. Usually, by this time, they’d already be throwing jabs at each other, turning dinner into some kind of verbal sparring match. But tonight, the tension in the air was heavy, and it felt suffocating. I cleared my throat, breaking the silence. "Okay, what’s going on?" Both of them looked up, startled, but neither spoke. Elijah avoided my gaze, while Noel raised an eyebrow and shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing,” Noel said, stabbing a piece of chicken. “Why do you ask?” I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. You two can’t go a meal without throwing insults at each other. This silence is deafening.” Elijah finally looked at me, his eyes softening just a little. "We’re just tired. Long day at work." "Sure," I sa
When I opened my eyes, the sterile white ceiling greeted me, and the faint beeping of a heart monitor echoed in my ears. I blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh light. It didn’t take long for me to realize where I was—the hospital.I felt a soft squeeze on my hand and turned my head. Uncle Sandro was sitting beside me, his face etched with worry. "You’re awake," he said, his voice a mix of relief and concern. "What... what happened?" My voice came out hoarse, my throat dry. "You passed out," he explained gently. "The stress got to you, Eloise. Edmund brought you here immediately after you collapsed." Edmund. My heart clenched at the mention of his name. The memories flooded back—the juice, Mila, his anger, and... his words about my child. "The baby..." My hand instinctively went to my stomach. Uncle Sandro smiled reassuringly. "The baby’s fine. You just need to rest. Stress isn’t good for either of you." I exhaled deeply, the tension in my chest loosening just a little.
After changing into my normal clothes, I stepped out of the hospital room. I didn’t want to stay there any longer; the sterile walls and the beeping machines made me feel suffocated. As I opened the door and walked out, the first thing I saw was Noel and Elijah sitting in the hallway. They were seated so far apart, you’d think they were strangers. Both of them looked up at me at the same time, their expressions unreadable. I sighed internally. This was going to be exhausting. "I’m ready to leave," I said simply, avoiding their gazes as much as possible. I’m not really this dramatic before. I couldn’t even give a damn about everyone, but this... This pregnancy is so ugh! The baby is making me do things I’ve never done before—like hugging Elijah. Hugging! What the hell was that about?!I walked ahead of them, my pace steady, while Noel and Elijah trailed silently behind me. Their presence was heavy, but I ignored it. As we moved through the hallway, I couldn’t help but notice
I stilled.I fucking stilled!Eloise's hug made my heart jump out of my chest. Never in my life did I think I could still be this close to her after everything that happened—after all the chaos and the lies. Yet here she was, holding on to me like I was her lifeline.Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. I felt her trembling, her body so small against mine, and it shattered something inside me. She was scared—no, terrified—and I hated that I couldn't protect her sooner.Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. She was trembling, her small frame shaking against mine. "The baby... My baby... Edmund..." she whispered, her voice breaking. I clenched my jaw, feeling the fear radiating off her. She was struggling to speak, her words barely making it out. "Shh," I said softly, brushing a hand over her back. "You’re safe now. Just breathe." She clung to me, and I held her tighter. No matter what, I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her or the
Months passed, and Edmund didn’t bother anymore. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.At first, I thought I’d feel relieved. No more unwanted confrontations, no more exhausting arguments. But as time went on, his silence became something else entirely—an eerie kind of absence that I wasn’t sure how to feel about.Did he finally give up? Or was he just waiting for the right moment to strike again?I hated that I even cared enough to wonder.Shaking the thoughts away, I focused on the present. My pregnancy had started to show, and with it came a mix of changes I wasn’t entirely ready for. The cravings, the exhaustion, the constant need to pee—it was all overwhelming.But the worst part? The hormones. I often see myself for the past few weeks crying over petty things—like when I dropped my spoon on the floor or when my blanket didn’t feel soft enough. Yesterday, I cried because my ice cream melted too fast. The day before that? I teared up watching a dog in a commercial. A
I gritted my teeth before I followed Elijah with heavy footsteps. Unfortunately, I'm Eloise Hart, and I will never let you dismiss me like that! Never!Instead of heading to Elijah’s room, I turned toward Noel’s door, which was slightly ajar. The sound of retching filled the silence of the penthouse, followed by a sharp gasp for air.I froze mid-step, my frustration with Elijah momentarily forgotten.What the hell?Curiosity—and maybe a bit of concern—pushed me forward.I stepped inside and immediately spotted Noel hunched over the toilet, gripping the edges as if his life depended on it. His back was tense, his breathing uneven as he heaved again, cursing under his breath.“Noel?” I called out, my voice softer than I expected.He stiffened at the sound of my voice but didn’t turn around. Instead, he let out another heave, gripping the edges of the toilet like it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.My annoyance with Elijah took a backseat as concern took over. “What the h
I felt the world tilt beneath me. My legs wobbled, and I had to grip the back of a chair just to keep myself standing. Twin brother? No. That’s impossible. I would have known. I should have known. I shook my head violently. “You’re lying.” My voice came out hoarse, almost desperate. Edmund smirked. “Am I?” He took another sip of his coffee, completely unfazed. “Tell me, Eloise. Have you ever truly *looked* at him? Have you ever noticed the differences? The little things? Because you should have.” My mind raced back to every moment I had spent with him—Noel. The way he carried himself, the slight differences in his mannerisms, the things he didn’t know that Noel should have. The blonde hair in that hospital document. The missing childhood memories. The way he changed after disappearing for years. Oh my God. I felt sick. My stomach twisted painfully as I took a shaky step back. “Where… where is the real Noel?” My voice barely came out. Edmund’s smirk grew wider. “N
“Noel, I really, really need to go home now.” My voice trembled as I stood from the couch, ignoring the pounding in my chest. “Please.”Noel didn’t even look up. He just kept eating, slow and quiet, like the world around him hadn’t ended.“I just… I need to be there,” I continued. “Her things are still there. Our bed. Her scent. I can’t breathe here, Noel. I need to be home.”He finally set his utensils down and wiped his mouth with a napkin, his eyes tired when they met mine.“There’s no reason for you to go back anymore, Matthew,” he said, voice flat. “She’s not there. She’s not anywhere anymore.”I stood there, frozen—his words echoing, loud and cruel in their finality.Not anywhere anymore.Where do people like Eloise go after death? I’ve asked myself that a thousand times since I woke up. Is she floating somewhere in peace? Is she still crying? Is she angry?Is she watching me now, wondering why I survived and she didn’t?I used to think heaven was for people like her—kind, stubb
I don’t know how to cope with such a loss.The moment Noel said the words—She’s dead—something in me broke. Not cracked, not splintered—broke. Like glass shattering from the inside. It’s not just pain. It’s a kind of silence that screams. A weight that settles in your chest and refuses to move.I keep waiting to wake up. Hoping this is just another one of those twisted nightmares I’ve had since the accident. But every time I open my eyes, I’m still here—on this damn island. And Eloise is still gone.Gone.I hate that word.Because it sounds so clean. So final. But nothing about this feels clean. My memories of her come in flashes—her laugh, the way she used to say my name like it mattered, the last time we fought, the last time I made her cry. God, I can’t even remember the last time I told her I loved her.And now I’ll never get the chance to.Eloise and I never started in a proper way.I didn’t marry her out of love. I didn’t even secretly like her.I married her because I was despe
I woke up gasping for air—my lungs burning, chest tight like I’d been pulled from the bottom of the ocean. Every breath felt like fire. I coughed violently, choking on what felt like seawater or blood. Or both.Everything was a blur until my eyes landed on a face hovering above mine. Noel.His brows were furrowed, worry etched deep into the lines of his face. “Matthew,” he called out, firm but gentle. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”Safe?I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my ribs like a thousand knives. I groaned, falling back onto something soft—a bed, maybe. Wooden ceiling above me. The air smelled of salt and dampness. Waves crashed somewhere in the distance. Where the hell am I?“What happened?” I croaked, my throat raw.“You almost died,” he answered flatly. “I had to get you out.”Out of where?My head throbbed. Pieces of memory floated in and out—flashes of shouting, running, blood. Eloise.Eloise and I... we fought. Over something. No—someone.Noel.I turned my head toward
They say time heals all wounds. I used to think that was a lie we tell ourselves to make pain more bearable. But watching my family now… I know it’s not time that does the healing—it’s love.Life doesn’t go back to what it was. No—after everything that happened, it moves forward. Slowly. Quietly. And sometimes, beautifully.It’s been months since that chaotic morning when Eloah dropped that bomb during breakfast. Since then, things started changing around here. Not in the grand, dramatic way—but in small, healing ways.Eliana’s belly is growing now. She's finally smiling again. Some days are harder than others, but her strength reminds me of her mother. She spends most of her time with Eloise now—quiet conversations, warm hugs, even silent cries. It’s a bond they’re rebuilding, one I’m proud to watch from a distance. The moment I heard her scream from inside the delivery room, everything inside me stilled.Eliana—my daughter—my little girl, was about to become a mother.I was pacing
I needed air. I needed to get out of the house before I completely lost it.I found myself driving to Rafael’s place, the weight of everything pressing on me. I didn’t know why I ended up there, but I did. Maybe because he was the only one who could listen without offering judgment. Or maybe because I just needed to hear someone else’s voice that wasn’t full of disappointment or anger.Rafael answered the door, already holding a bottle of whiskey. No words were exchanged; he just handed me a glass and led me to the couch.“Talk,” he said, pouring his own drink.I sank into the couch, staring into my glass. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Raf. Eliana… she’s not the girl we raised. I thought we had a chance at fixing things, but I don’t know. She didn’t abort the baby, but she’s still a mess. I don’t understand what happened to her, to all of them.”Rafael didn’t interrupt, just took a swig of his drink, waiting for me to continue.“Everything I do feels like it’s wrong. Eloise and I,
I sat on the cold hospital couch, my hands clenched tightly in my lap as the ticking of the wall clock echoed in my ears. Elijah was pacing silently beside me, his jaw tense, arms crossed tightly over his chest.The door finally opened, and our family doctor—Dr. Ramirez—stepped in with a clipboard pressed to his chest, his expression unreadable.I stood immediately. “Doc? How is she?”Dr. Ramirez sighed, then gently closed the door behind him. “Eliana is stable now,” he began, voice calm. “She’s severely dehydrated and physically exhausted, but nothing that fluids and rest won’t fix.”Elijah exhaled sharply, relief flickering in his eyes—but only for a second.“There’s something else,” the doctor continued, shifting his weight. “She’s still pregnant.”My heart dropped.“What…?” I whispered.“She’s in her first trimester,” he said softly. “Roughly nine to ten weeks, based on her lab results and ultrasound. The bleeding wasn’t a miscarriage—it’s stress-induced. But the fetus is still th
The moment I heard Elijah's question, the moment I knew that his patience died.Between the two of us, Elijah was always the gentler one. The soft place to land. Especially when it came to our daughters, he always managed to calm the storm—even when I couldn’t. But hearing him now—his voice sharp, raw, filled with something close to rage—it scared the hell out of me.I took a shaky breath, stepping in fast, reaching for his arm. His shoulders were tense, fists clenched at his sides, and his eyes—God, his eyes were locked on Eliana like he didn’t recognize her.“Elijah... Hon, please...” I whispered, gripping his arm tightly. “That’s our daughter.”But he didn’t even look at me. He took another step forward, and Eliana flinched.“What did I hear, young woman?” he said, his voice low but thundering in the room. “You aborted—you killed your own child?”My chest tightened. I saw the tears pooling in Eliana’s eyes, her jaw trembling, but her pride still holding her back from crumbling. I c
I stood beside Eloise, both of us silent as we stared at the wall filled with framed photos. Six kids—but basically seven kids.God, time flew fast.Each photo captured a piece of our life—Eloah with his mischievous grin, Eliana's shy little smile, and the twins, Sandra and Matthew, always caught mid-laughter, Ezrah smiling naughtily, and Eliam proudly showing off his new set of teeth. Then there was Elisha, our youngest for now, her baby photo framed right at the center.I slid my arm around Eloise’s waist, pulling her closer. "If we have another one," I murmured against her hair, "we’re gonna need a bigger wall."She let out a soft laugh, and I felt it against my chest. I smiled too. This wall—it wasn't just filled with pictures. It was filled with life, with memories we built together, one kid, one moment at a time.I leaned down and kissed the side of her head, thinking…If we were given another blessing, I wouldn't hesitate.I'd fill all the walls if it meant more of her, more of
The blinding lights above me blurred through the tears in my eyes. My body shook, exhausted, every inch of me screaming in pain. I gripped the sides of the bed so hard my knuckles turned white."Push, Eloise! One more push!" the doctor said.I sucked in a breath and pushed with everything I had. My heart pounded in my ears, the world narrowing to nothing but the sound of my own strained breathing and the overwhelming need to meet my baby.Then — a cry.A loud, desperate cry that made my heart burst in my chest. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed against the bed, gasping for air."It's a girl," the nurse said softly.A girl.Our girl.I screamed again, my body wracked with a new wave of pain. I thought it was over—but the doctor’s voice cut through the chaos."Another one! Keep pushing, Eloise!"My eyes widened in shock. Another one?I didn’t even have time to process it. Elijah and I had agreed not to do an ultrasound, wanting it to be a surprise... but we never imagined this.