LOGINThe city lights blurred past the windshield as Dakota sat in silence, her mind a whirlwind of revelations. Her fingers drummed against her knees almost unconsciously, a nervous rhythm that mirrored the chaos inside her. She had left Lenora behind, knowing she was safe for now, but the weight of everything, the fire, Helen, the lies, her father, Lenora’s absence for all those years, was pressing down on her chest like a stone. Elias glanced at her, his hands gripping the steering wheel with quiet tension. He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. He could feel the storm inside her just from the way she leaned back in the seat, her eyes distant, her jaw tight. Finally, she whispered, almost to herself, “I don’t even know where to start…” Elias’s voice was low, steady, and certain, cutting through the haze. “Start wherever you need. I’m here. You don’t have to be alone in this.” She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze. There was softness in his gray eyes now, a rare vulnerability th
Dakota didn’t know how long she sat there after Lenora’s voice faded into silence—after every truth she’d been denied for nearly her entire life finally lay exposed between them. The air felt too thick to breathe. Her chest felt too tight to expand. It was as if every lie she had swallowed all these years was crawling back up her throat, burning her from the inside out. Her phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn’t a call. It was a message. I’m here. Come outside. Now. Her pulse jumped. Elias. The force of his presence hit her before she even heard him—like the shadow of a storm rolling across a still lake. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. And before Lenora could say another word, Dakota stood, her legs unsteady, her heart pounding unevenly, and made her way toward the door. She opened it. Elias was already halfway up the walkway, his steps sharp and purposeful, his expression carved from worry and fury. His gray eyes locked onto her like she was the onl
She stared at Lenora, waiting for an answer to her question. Her existence had to mean something for her to still be alive. She had to believe that or she’d go crazy. At least, one person had to care if she lived or died for her to still be breathing. “You’re alive because you’re a fighter, Dakota. Although I brought you out of that fire, you fought to stay alive and I’m so glad that you’re still here.” Lenora answered in a tight voice, clutching her necklace tightly. Dakota drew back like she’d been stung. “You’re so glad I’m alive?? Did you even care one bit about me before I walked into this place?” The older woman let out a deep sigh. “You may not believe me but I never stopped caring about you. I think about you everyday. You’re my daughter.” “Again with the lies, huh? Do I look stupid to you that you can just feed me lies and I’ll believe every single one? But then again, I’ve been lied to for so long so I can take a wild guess.” She smiled bitterly. Lenora shook her h
She could see it now. It was like she was staring at the older version of herself, a version she didn't know existed until few weeks ago. "I know you know who I am." Dakota stated as she edged closer to the counter. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest but she had already come this far to back down. She was going to see this through and get the answers she came for if it was the last thing she did. Lenora glanced across the room and back to her, flashing her a nervous smile. “I’m sorry but you must be mistaken. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dakota scoffed. Of course she knew it was not going to be that easy to get the truth out of her, but she was done being kept in the dark. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, right? Maybe this will refresh your memory a little bit.” She reached for a picture in her purse and placed it on the counter. It was the crumpled picture she had taken from Helen’s room. The older woman lowered her gaze to stare at it and Dakota
Elias glanced at the time. It wasn’t even noon, and he already felt the edge of fatigue setting in. With a practiced hand, he unfastened a button, pulled off his tie and leaned back with a quiet exhale. The hours had stretched longer than they should have, and his patience was thinning. He’d spent the day trying to keep his mind occupied, but now exhaustion was catching up, dragging at his focus. His mind drifted back to the phone call from a week ago. The private investigator had uncovered the truth about Dakota’s real father—and calling it a shock didn’t begin to cover it. He had hated lying to her, but in that moment, selfishness had won. He’d just wanted a little more time with her, unmarred by the weight of the secrets her family buried.If only he could shield her from the truth. From the pain that was waiting just around the corner. She was already dealing with enough heartbreak and betrayal from the people who were supposed to love and protect her the most. It would shatter
Pale sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the sheets tangled around their bodies. Dakota stirred slowly, her limbs heavy and sore in the best way. The ache between her thighs was a quiet, intimate reminder of what had happened. Of how he’d made her feel—opened her up and filled her until she forgot where she ended and he began. And then she felt his gaze. Warm. Watchful. She turned her head slightly and found Elias propped on one elbow, watching her with something unreadable in his eyes. He didn’t speak right away. Just studied her, like he was still trying to figure out if the night had been real. “Morning,” he said, voice low and scratchy with sleep.His dark hair looked disheveled and ran through but in a way that still made him look sexy. Her mind flashed to how she had run her hands through it last night, tugging and pulling with wild abandon. She had practically bared herself to him, begging him to take her. He's your husband, though. She re







