LOGINElara couldn't stop thinking about Friday.Two days.In two days, she would be sitting across from Cassandra Whitmore, the woman who had traumatized her for months.And she still hadn't told Sebastian.She knew she should. That he would want to know. He would probably forbid it or insist on coming with her or call the whole thing off.Which was exactly why she hadn't told him.Because a small part of her, the part that remembered being judged for her father's crimes, and knew what it felt like to want a second chance, believed Cassandra deserved to be heard.“You're quiet tonight,” Sebastian said, settling onto the couch beside her.Elara looked up from her book. “I'm just thinking.”“About?”She hesitated. “About forgiveness. And second chances.”Sebastian's eyebrows rose. “That's very serious for a Wednesday night.”“I'm serious.” Elara set down her book. “Do you think people can really change? Like, actually change who they are?”“Some people, yes. Why?”“What about people who have
One Week After Parenting ClassThe letter arrived on a Tuesday.Elara found it on the kitchen counter where Helen had left the mail, a cream colored envelope with her name written in elegant script.No return address.She opened it carefully.Inside was a single handwritten page.Dear Elara,I know I have no right to reach out to you. I know that after everything I have done, you probably hate me. And you have every reason to.I'm writing this from a rehabilitation facility in Connecticut where I've been receiving treatment for the past month. My lawyer arranged it as part of my bail conditions. At first, I was furious. I thought I didn't need help. That everyone else was wrong and I was justified in my actions.But therapy has opened my eyes to things I didn't want to see. My obsession with Sebastian. My inability to accept rejection. The cruel and bad things I did to you because I couldn't handle the fact that he chose you over me.I was wrong. About everything.I'm not asking for f
Three Weeks Later - Twenty-One Weeks PregnantElara woke in the middle of the night to movement.But it wasn't her own. It was the baby.She pressed her hand to her stomach and felt it again, a gentle movement, but it was stronger than before.Ellie kicked. Like she actually kicked.“Sebastian,” she whispered, turning to face him in the darkness.He stirred. “Mm? What's wrong?”“Nothing's wrong. She kicked. The baby kicked.Sebastian was instantly awake. “What?”“Here.” Elara grabbed his hand and pressed it to her stomach. “Wait. Just wait.”They lay there in silence, both barely breathing.Then…A flutter against his palm.Sebastian's eyes went wide. “Was that…”“That was her.” Elara's voice caught. “That was Ellie.”Another flutter. Stronger this time.“Oh my god,” Sebastian breathed. “I can feel her.”They stayed like that for long minutes, his hand on her stomach, both of them mesmerized by the tiny movements of their daughter.“She's real,” Sebastian whispered. “I mean, I knew sh
Saturday Morning - Manhattan Birthing Center“I still don't think this is necessary,” Sebastian said as they walked into the community center.“You didn't think building a crib was necessary either, and look how that turned out.”“We built it eventually.”“After three hours and you repeatedly saying you want to hire professionals.” Elara squeezed his hand. “These classes will help. We're first time parents. We need to learn.”Sebastian looked around the room folding chairs arranged in a circle, other couples already sitting, a cheerful instructor setting up a projector.“Fine,” he muttered. “But if they make us practice breathing exercises, I'm leaving.”They found two seats near the back.The other couples looked... normal. A young pair in their early twenties holding hands nervously. An older couple who already had two kids at home. And then there was Sebastian Vale billionaire CEO in a $3,000 suit sitting in a folding chair at a community center parenting class.“Welcome, everyone!
Absolutely not.”Sebastian looked up from his laptop. “I haven't even told you what it is yet.”“You have that look,” Elara said, settling onto the couch. “The look that says you're about to show me something ridiculously expensive and completely unnecessary.”“It's not ridiculously expensive…”“Sebastian.”“it's only fifteen thousand dollars.”Elara stared at him. “Fifteen thousand dollars for what, exactly?”He turned his laptop around.On the screen was a crib.Not just any crib.A hand-carved, Italian-imported convertible crib with matching changing table, dresser, and bookshelf. All in white with gold on it.“It's beautiful,” Elara admitted. “But Sebastian, that's insane. It's a crib. She's going to spit up on it and cry in it and eventually graduate to a regular bed. We don't need to spend fifteen thousand dollars.”“But it converts,” Sebastian argued. “From crib to toddler bed to full-size bed. She can use it until she's a teenager.”“Or we could buy a normal crib for five hund
The Car Ride HomeElara sat in the back seat, still clutching the ultrasound photos, staring at the tiny profile of their daughter.Their daughter.The word felt surreal and terrifying.Sebastian's hand found hers, putting their fingers together.“You're quiet,” he said softly.“I'm just thinking.”Elara looked up at him. “We're having a girl.”“We're having a girl,” he repeated, and his voice cracked on the last word.She had never seen him cry like this, not holding back, not trying to control it. Just tears streaming down his face as he stared at the same ultrasound photo.“Are you okay?” Elara asked.“I don't know.” Sebastian's thumb traced the outline of the baby in the photo. “A daughter. I'm going to have a daughter. And I have no idea how to be a father, let alone a father to a little girl.”“I don't know how to be a mother either.” Elara said quietly. “But we'll figure it out. Together.”“Together,” Sebastian echoed. Then his eyes met hers. “She's going to be beautiful. Just l
Elara stood in the foyer, pressing her hand to her chest, trying to slow her racing heart.Charity case.The words echoed in her mind, mixing with every cruel comment she had endured over the past weeks.Gold digger. Criminal's daughter. Trash.And now this.Behind her, she heard Sebastian's voice,
Elara didn't leave her room all day.She heard Sebastian moving around the penthouse, his office door opening and closing, phone calls in low voices, the occasional sound of frustration that told her things weren't going well.But he didn't knock on her door again.He didn't try to force a conversa
Elara barely slept.She lay awake in the enormous bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the article over and over.Criminal blood.The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.Just like her father.By the time the morning light shined through the windows, she felt empty.She heard Sebastian m
The Next MorningCassandra Whitmore sat in her Park Avenue office, perfectly manicured nails tapping against her glass desk as she reviewed the report in front of her.Derek Chen, her private investigator, stood across from her, waiting.“You're sure about this?”Cassandra asked, not looking up from







