Sarah's POVAdrian's eyes clouded over as he shook his head as though trying to get rid of a memory. I knew because I had seen that look on myself numerous times. âHeâs dangerous, isnât he?â I asked, removing my hand from his tight grasp.He nodded. âStay away from him. If he approaches you again, come straight to me.âI bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. Julian had seemed charming, even polite, but the tension in Adrianâs voice told me there was more to their story than he was letting on.âWhy was he even here?â I asked cautiously, careful to keep my tone neutral.Adrianâs expression darkened. âJulian does what he wants, when he wants. He doesnât need an invitation. He thrives on showing up unannounced and making his presence felt.âThe sharpness in his words made it clear he wasnât in the mood to elaborate. I nodded, deciding to let it go. This wasnât my fight, after all, we werenât really married. At least, not in the way that mattered.âIâll stay away from him,â I said lightly
Adrian's POVThe knock on Sarahâs door echoed faintly through the penthouse. I stood outside, waiting for her to respond. My knuckles hovered over the wood, ready to knock again, but I paused. Something about the silence on the other side of the door felt wrong.âSarah?â I called again, this time louder.The door creaked open, revealing her pale face. Her eyes darted toward the window, then back to me.âWhatâs wrong?â I asked, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip before whispering, âI thought I saw someone outside.âMy mind began to race at whoever it might be, lurking around my environment. Despite my playboy front, I had a lot of enemies â ones who wouldn't hesitate to have my head on a platter. I followed her gaze to the large window that framed the city skyline. The curtains were half-drawn, and the faint reflection of the room shimmered against the glass. From this height, it seemed impossible for anyone to be lurking nearby
Sarah's POVThe city lights cast faint patterns on the ceiling of my room, but no amount of visual distraction could stop my racing thoughts. I lay on the bed, the soft hum of the penthouseâs heating system doing little to drown out the whirlwind in my mind.Nora.Her name was a mantra I couldnât escape. My baby girl, sick in that sterile hospital room, hooked up to machines, fighting a battle no child should ever have to face. Every day I wasnât with her felt like a betrayal, and every choice that led me here seemed like a mistake.And now, this.I turned over, staring at the faint glow from the window. Adrianâs world was a stormâdangerous, unpredictable. He wasnât the carefree charmer I thought he was. Beneath the expensive suits and the devil-may-care grin was a man carrying burdens too heavy for anyone to bear.And somehow, I was now entangled in his chaos.With a sigh, I sat up, pushing the blanket aside. Sleep wasnât coming tonight. My stomach grumbled, reminding me of the untou
Adrian's POV I jolted awake from my nightmare and as usual, I didn't remember what it was about. The sunlight streaming through the windows only served to make my headache worse.Although I considered my alcohol tolerance high, drinking till the early hours of this morning with Sarah had me feeling like crap. Sarah. She must have woken up before me, or she'd probably fallen asleep in her room. Dragging myself off the couch, I made my way to the kitchen. I opened the cupboard above the sink and reached for the bottle of painkillers. Popping two tablets into my hand, I washed them down with a glass of water, wincing as the cold liquid hit my throat. My head pounded like a drum, a sharp reminder of my reckless drinking with Sarah the night before.I leaned against the counter, staring at the empty glass, trying to remember what had happened. I had been surprised to see her standing in the middle of the kitchen, wide-eyed but there had been laughter, conversations that flowed more ea
Sarahâs POVI sat beside Nora, my fingers gently tracing the outline of her hand as she slept, her breathing steady but faint. The rhythmic beeping of the machines in the quiet room was the only sound that kept me tethered to reality. I could feel the weight of my own thoughts pressing against my chest. Adrianâs words had lingered in my mind long after he left.His voice. His insistence on being there for me. His calm persistence when Iâd wanted to shut him out.I shouldnât have snapped at him. He had tried, in his own way, to offer me help, and instead of accepting it, I pushed him away. I hadnât meant to come across so harsh, but it was easier that way. If I kept him at armâs length, I wouldnât have to deal with whatever this thing was that was growing between us. And I certainly wasnât ready for that kind of closeness, not with everything that was happening in my life.I sighed and stood up from the chair, pressing a kiss to Noraâs forehead before I reluctantly made my way to the d
Adrianâs POVThe faint hum of the city outside did little to ease the tension in my chest as I stepped into the apartment. The day had been long, filled with loud music and the constant buzz of people I didnât care about. A night at the club had been the perfect distraction, but now, as I slid the door shut behind me, the weight of reality began to sink in. I had a dinner to attend tonightâone that was more important than anything I had done in a long while. My fatherâs family dinner.I glanced at the clock on the wall. Less than an hour until I had to leave, and I hadnât even begun to prepare. I wasnât looking forward to this. The dinner wasnât just about introducing Sarah to my family; it was about establishing a narrative, one that my father and stepmother expected me to uphold. They expected me to play the perfect son, the perfect heir. It was a role I had played for years, though I hated every second of it.My only escape had been the women I frolicked with.After leaving the hos
Sarah's POVThe Blackwood mansion loomed ahead, a symbol of grandeur and power. The towering marble columns, the sprawling driveway, and the warm glow of the chandelier spilling through the oversized windows felt like a scene from another world. This wasnât just wealthâit was a dynasty.I adjusted the pale pink dress Adrian had chosen for me, acutely aware of how out of place I felt. The dress was beautiful but unfamiliar, much like the man walking beside me. Adrianâs hand held mine in a firm, reassuring grip, though it did little to settle the butterflies wreaking havoc in my stomach. His expression was unreadable, his jaw set in a way that hinted at tension.âJust breathe,â Adrian murmured to me as the heavy oak doors swung open. I nodded, inhaling deeply, though it did little to ease my nerves.The foyer was as overwhelming as I had imaginedâpolished marble floors, high ceilings, and an air of cold perfection. A massive spiral staircase wound its way to the upper levels, but my a
Adrianâs POVThe dim lighting of my fatherâs study felt oppressive, the heavy scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air like a challenge. Richard Blackwood stood by the window, his broad frame silhouetted against the city lights. He hadnât said a word since I entered, but the tension between us was palpable.âMarried,â he finally said, his tone clipped. âAnd you didnât think to inform me beforehand?â I crossed my arms, refusing to flinch under his gaze. âIt happened fast.âHe turned to face me, his eyes sharp and calculating. âFast? Adrian, nothing about you happens fast. Youâre deliberate, meticulous. So, tell me, what was so urgent that you had to marry this woman?ââSheâs my wife,â I said firmly, ignoring the disdain in his tone.His lips curled into a mocking smile. âAnd what does she bring to the table? Connections? Wealth? Influence?â He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. âOr was this some act of rebellion against me?âI clenched my jaw, anger simmering beneath the surface.
Three Years Later(Sarah's POV)The late afternoon sun bathed the backyard in a golden glow, the air humming with the lazy buzz of summer.Laughter floated through the open doors of the houseâthe high, sweet giggle of a toddler, the low rumble of a man who had found his peace, the musical chatter of a little girl who had grown into her role as big sister like she was born for it.I leaned against the porch railing, a glass of lemonade in my hand, watching my family.Our family.Adrian was down on the grass, his hair a little longer than when we first met, his white T-shirt grass-stained and wrinkled.He didnât care.He only cared about the tiny whirlwind currently chasing him in uneven circles, her curly brown hair tied up in two messy pigtails, her squeals of delight loud enough to make the birds scatter."Catch Daddy, Eliana!" Nora shouted from her perch on the swing set."Iâm trying!" Eliana cried back, her little legs pumping furiously, her chubby hands reaching for Adrian with th
Sarahâs POV(Final Chapter)The day our baby was born didnât start with fireworks.It started with rain.Soft, misty rain that painted the windows in silvery patterns and made everything feel quiet. Holy, almost. Like even the world itself was holding its breath.I woke up around four in the morning with a dull ache low in my back. Nothing urgent, nothing dramaticâjust a slow, steady tightening that made me blink up at the ceiling and wonder if this was it.Adrian was dead asleep beside me, one hand resting lightly on my belly as he had every night for the past few months.I lay there for a while, listening to the rain, to the sound of his breathing, to the tiny thump of our babyâs heartbeat inside me.Alive.Strong.A miracle.Eventually, I shifted, and Adrian stirred immediately, like he could sense something even in sleep."Sarah?" he rasped, his voice thick with sleep."I thinkâĶ" I hesitated, pressing my hand to my stomach as another tightening wave rolled through me. "I think itâ
Sarahâs POVSeven months laterI should have said something earlier.I should have told Adrian that the cramps were getting worse. That the dizzy spells werenât going away. That I felt...off in a way I couldnât explain.But I didnât want to worry him.He already did so much, already hovered over me with this mixture of awe and terror like I was the most precious thing in the world.So I smiled. I reassured him. I told myself it was normal.Until it wasnât.Until I was standing in the kitchen one afternoon, laughing at something Nora said, and the world tilted dangerously.Until I felt a sharp painâlow and deepâand the next thing I knew, I was crumpling to the floor, gasping for air."Mommy?" Nora's tiny voice was the last thing I heard before everything blurred.*When I came to, I was lying on the couch, Adrianâs hands cupping my face, his voice sharp with panic."Sarah, sweetheart, stay with me, okay? Iâm calling an ambulanceâ""No," I croaked, grabbing his wrist weakly. "Just...hos
Adrianâs POVSaturday evening came faster than I expected.Our house smelled like roasted chicken, fresh bread, and something sweet Sarah had been tinkering with all afternoon. She insisted on doing most of it herself, humming as she moved around the kitchen, a hand occasionally drifting to her still-flat stomach without even realizing it.I couldn't stop watching her.There was a new glow to her, yesâbut it was deeper than that. It was peace. Wholeness. Like she was finally standing on steady ground again.At five-thirty sharp, the doorbell rang.I beat her to it.Emily stood there, holding Lily with one hand, Alex gripping her other hand, and a diaper bag hanging off her shoulder like a badge of honor."Hey, Uncle A!" Alex grinned up at me, missing one of his front teeth."Hey, bud," I said, ruffling his hair.Lily repeated the same thing, allowing me scoop her up. "Youâre my favorite now," Emily teased, slipping inside. "Saved me from my pack mule life."Sarah appeared from the ki
Sarahâs POVThe morning sun stretched wide over the city as I pulled into the parking lot of The Haven.I sat for a moment, hand brushing lightly across my still-flat stomach. No real bump yet, but the knowledge of the life growing inside me made every breath feel a little deeper. A little more sacred.The Haven had become more than just a project. It was a refugeâfor the women we took in, and honestly, for me too.When I pushed open the front doors, I was hit immediately by the smell of coffee and the soft hum of laughter coming from the kitchen."Morning, Mrs. Blackwood!" Dana called from across the common room, her blonde hair a messy halo around her head.I smiled warmly. "Good morning, Dana. And please, itâs just Sarah."She grinned and returned to helping another girl sort through a box of donated clothes.There were almost ten women â and a baby â living here now. Ten beautiful, messy, complicated lives. And the house showed it: sneakers tossed by the door, mugs abandoned on th
Adrianâs POVIt was strange, walking through the halls of the Blackwood estate againâthis time with peace in my chest, and my family by my side.Nora clutched my hand tightly, her Birthday Queen sash still proudly slung across her shoulder. She was buzzing with excitement, peppering me with questions about what Grandpa Richard had planned for her special dinner.âDo you think heâll have chocolate cake again?â she asked. âThe one with the crunchy layers?ââIâm sure he will,â I said, glancing down at her. âYouâre the birthday girl. You call the shots.âShe grinned and swung our hands as we walked. Behind us, Sarah moved with careful grace, her free hand resting gently on her still-flat stomach.I slowed my pace to match hers and looked over my shoulder. She met my eyes and gave me a soft, reassuring smile.âYou okay?â I mouthed.She nodded, but I could feel her tension. Not just because of the dinner, but because of whoâd be at the table.Anne.Sheâd made no real attempt to hide her dis
Sarahâs POVI couldnât sleep that night.After the last dish had been washed, after the projector had been turned off and all the guests had either gone home or been tucked in their beds, and after Adrian kissed my temple and whispered goodnight, I lay in the dark, listening to the soft rise and fall of Noraâs breathing through the baby monitor.Seven.She was seven.I wrapped my arms around myself as I stood by the window, the moonlight casting gentle shadows across the floor. It didnât feel like seven years had passed since I first held her in that sterile hospital roomâsmall, fragile, barely able to cry. They had whisked her away before I could even memorize her face, and I remembered lying there, feeling both the wonder of motherhood and the paralyzing fear that I might lose her.Sheâd been sickâso sick. The doctors had whispered words I didnât understand at first. Words like congenital defect, pediatric surgery, and long-term treatment. I was only teenager myself. Alone. No mone
Adrianâs POVA month had passed since we returned from the honeymoon, and things had finally begun to feel grounded.The board had adjusted to my chairmanshipâsome reluctantly, some surprisingly quickly. The scandals, the sabotage, the endless battles for controlâĶ it all felt like a distant storm weâd sailed through. Blackwood Enterprises wasnât just stable againâit was thriving. Weâd launched two new initiatives in the last quarter, and investor confidence was the highest it had been in years.But all of that faded into the background today.Because today was bigger than any boardroom victory.Today, Nora turned seven.It hit me differently this year. Maybe because she was really mine nowânot just in name or responsibility, but in the way her face lit up when she saw me, in the way she called me âDaddyâ with a kind of trust that broke me in the best way. Or maybe it was because this was the first birthday I got to experience and plan with Sarahâas her husband.I left work earlyâsomet
Sarahâs POVThe morning after the wedding was soft and golden.Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the cottage weâd stayed in for the nightâjust a few minutes from the venue. The air was still, except for the occasional chirp of a bird outside and the faint rustle of trees in the wind. I lay there for a moment, eyes closed, Adrianâs arm draped over my waist, our breaths in sync.Married. For real, this time.I was someoneâs wife. His wife.The word settled gently over me, not heavy or intimidating, but warmâlike being wrapped in a favorite blanket.Adrian stirred beside me. âYouâre awake.âI smiled, eyes still closed. âSo are you.ââBarely.â His voice was husky, sleep-worn. âBut youâre smiling, so I think Iâm doing alright as a husband so far.âI laughed softly. âYouâre doing amazing.âWe stayed like that for a few more moments before he finally sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. âYou ready to sneak away with me?ââHoneymoon sneak-away?â I teased, stretching. âYes, please