LOGINWhen we step into the theater, it’s dim but not crowded, that perfect in-between where it feels like the world has stepped aside just for us. Adrian gestures toward the center.“I picked the best seats,” he says quietly. “Middle row, dead center. You get the perfect view with no neck strain.”“Look
He smiles, eyes on the road. “You’ll see.”I narrow my eyes. “I don’t really like surprises.”“That’s unfortunate,” he chuckles. “Because I like giving them.”“I don’t have that kind of patience,” I warn.He laughs, the sound warm and easy. “I’ve noticed and I find that so cute.”I look down, using
Adrian arrives exactly on time.I know this because I’ve checked the clock three times already, pacing from the living room to the hallway and back again like I’m waiting for an exam result instead of a date. When his car finally pulls up outside, headlights briefly washing over the front of my hous
A soft chuckle escapes me. “Well… technically, we’ve only been on one date, but we talk every day, and he told me he wants to build something more with me.”The sadness and despair on her face vanish, replaced by a huge smile that lights her up.“Please tell me you’re not lying, just so I can finall
The picture shows my back, with Noah’s hand resting on my lower spine. It was probably taken while I was admiring the necklace, but what I don’t remember is his hand being there at all.Was I so absorbed that I didn’t even notice where he’d placed it?“So,” Mom says sharply, her eyes burning with an
“I don’t think I heard you right,” Mom says, staring at me like I should be booking a psychiatry appointment. “There must be a mistake.”I get her. I really do. Noah is the last person anyone would ever imagine I’d have a child with, yet here we are and the proof is the very obvious baby bump stretc
Inside, the living room lights are on and Noah is pacing. His jaw locked, shoulders tense and eyes angry. The moment he sees me, he freezes, then storms toward me with a glare so sharp it feels like a slap.“Where the hell were you?”I blink, startled. “I was meeting—”He doesn’t let me finish, his
⚠️ Content Warning: [This chapter contains graphic violence and torture. Reader discretion is advised.]NOAH.Sierra walks away with her shoulders low, and the sound of her steps fading up the stairs feels like a punch straight to my chest.I shouldn’t have shouted at her. I shouldn’t have chastise
“You tried to kidnap her,” I murmur. “Tried to take her, why?”My voice stays calm, too calm for the storm I feel inside.He looks at me, as if challenging me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I stop behind him and lean down close to his ear. “Lie again, and you'll regret it.”I walk to the
Nolan’s expression instantly tightens with worry. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine, It’s nothing big” I assure him quickly. “Just checkup to make sure my hand is healing well, and the baby is doing fine.”His shoulders relax. “Really? Did you get to see your baby? I asked Mrs. Roberts at school and she tol







