MasukHARPER:The courthouse steps were cold beneath my feet. The marble was unforgiving, just like the world I'd been thrown into. I stood there, frozen, the sounds of the city fading into a dull roar.I couldn't move. Hell, the only thoughts in my mind were the judge's voice. His voice was still echoing in my head, a cruel refrain that I couldn't escape. "I hereby grant full custody of Ethan Banks and Elias Banks to their father, Alexander Banks."My children. My sons. The two people I had fought for, bled for, sacrificed everything for. And they were gone. Taken from me. Ripped out of my arms by a system that had never been designed to help someone like me.I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to steady my breathing. But it was no use. The tears were coming, hot and relentless, streaming down my face.Liam stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his voice low and steady. "Harper, we're not done yet. We can appeal. We can...""Appeal?" I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "What's t
HARPER:The courthouse steps were cold beneath my feet. The marble was unforgiving, just like the world I'd been thrown into. I stood there, frozen, the sounds of the city fading into a dull roar.I couldn't move. Hell, the only thoughts in my mind were the judge's voice. His voice was still echoing in my head, a cruel refrain that I couldn't escape. "I hereby grant full custody of Ethan Banks and Elias Banks to their father, Alexander Banks."My children. My sons. The two people I had fought for, bled for, sacrificed everything for. And they were gone. Taken from me. Ripped out of my arms by a system that had never been designed to help someone like me.I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to steady my breathing. But it was no use. The tears were coming, hot and relentless, streaming down my face.Liam stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his voice low and steady. "Harper, we're not done yet. We can appeal. We can...""Appeal?" I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "What's t
HARPER:The main hall was a blur of glittering lights and elegant gowns, the hum of conversation filling the air like music. I stood near the edge of the crowd, my hands clasped tightly in front of me, my heart pounding.Alexander's mother had kept me captive for the past ten minutes. She'd held my hands, looked into my eyes, and told me how happy she was to see me. How she'd always known I was the right woman for her son. How she'd prayed every night that I would come back."I'm sorry," I'd said, my voice soft. "I can't stay. I can't live here. Not after everything that's happened."She'd looked at me with such sadness, such disappointment. "I understand, my dear. I just wish things could have been different."I'd excused myself, my steps heavy, my mind racing. I'd been looking for Alexander, needing to find him, needing to make sure he was okay. He'd disappeared into the study with his father, and I hadn't seen him since.And then I saw him.He was walking out of the study, his arm
ALEXANDER:The room tilted. The walls seemed to close in around me, the air thick and suffocating. Rowena stood there, her crimson gown like a splash of blood, her smile like a knife."How are you out?" The words came out sharp, cutting through the silence. "I locked you in that room myself."Rowena's smile widened, but she didn't answer. She just glanced at Samuel, her eyes gleaming with triumph."Your father let me out," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "He knew I belonged here. With you."I turned to Samuel, my jaw tight. "You went behind my back?""I did what was necessary." Samuel's voice was calm, measured. "Rowena is the only woman who can give you what you need. Harper is a distraction. A liability. She always has been.""Harper is the mother of my children." My voice was ice. "Rowena is a liar and a thief.""She's also willing to do whatever it takes to secure the Banks legacy." Samuel leaned forward, his eyes boring into mine. "Can you say the same about Ha
ALEXANDER:The gala was everything my father had ever wanted. Crystal chandeliers, champagne towers, the who's who of society mingling in their finest attire. The Banks estate had been transformed into a palace of excess, every surface gleaming, every guest smiling.I hated every second of it.But I smiled anyway. I played the part. The devoted son, the successful heir, the man who had everything under control. No one could see the rage simmering beneath the surface. No one could see the plans I was making.Harper walked beside me, her arm linked through mine. She was wearing the pale blue dress I'd given her, the one that made her look like she belonged in a painting. Her hair was swept up, her makeup flawless. She looked like a queen.And beside her, holding her other hand, was Ethan. Elias walked on my other side, his small hand gripping mine. My sons. My heirs. The future of the Banks legacy.My mother spotted us the moment we walked through the doors. Her face lit up, her eyes fi
HARPER: The room was dark. The curtains were drawn, the lights off, the world outside reduced to a muffled hum. I lay in bed, my body heavy, my mind blank. I hadn't moved in hours. Hadn't eaten. Hadn't slept. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember how to feel. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I ignored it. It buzzed again. And again. Finally, I reached for it, my fingers clumsy, my eyes blurry. The screen glowed with messages from Liam. Liam: How are you holding up? Liam: Harper, I need you to talk to me. Liam: Please. Just let me know you're okay. I stared at the words, feeling nothing in my chest. I wasn't okay. I hadn't been okay in a long time. But I couldn't tell him that. Couldn't admit how broken I really was. Harper: I'm here. Liam: Thank God. I was getting worried. Harper: Samuel filed a custody claim. He's trying to take my sons. Liam: I heard. James told me. I blinked, surprised. James had told him? When? Harper: He did? Li
HARPER:Knock. Knock. Knock.Ethan bounced beside me with too much energy for someone who had nearly burned up with fever yesterday. His dinosaur backpack hung crookedly on one shoulder while he pressed his face against the apartment door. “Do you think she’s home?” he whispered, turning to me. “
HARPER: [Four years later] I had built a life, a small one. It had no Alexander or the dramas that came with the Banks Empire. I was free from a golden cage that was disguised as a marriage because no matter how gilded a cage was, it was still a cage. Now it was just me and my son. And a h
ALEXANDER: “Drive faster!” My voice cut through the silence inside the car. James’s hand tightened across the steering wheel immediately. “Yes, Sir.” “How much longer?” “Ten minutes, Sir.” I nodded. My gaze drifted back toward the city streets and before I could stop it, memories started
HARPER: I caught my husband cheating on me again on our third wedding anniversary. Minutes earlier, I had found out I was pregnant with his child. For three years, I had loved Alexander Banks with everything I had. For three years, I had forgiven things no wife should forgive. That day, I finall







