Chapter 15Danielle stood in the hallway, watching Aria’s car disappear through the wrought-iron gates.Her fingers tightened slightly around the mug of warm tea in her hands. The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting a golden haze across the marble floors. Everything about this house was pristine—silent and surreal, like a photograph frozen in time. And yet, standing here in borrowed slippers and a worn-out sweater, she felt oddly... grounded.Behind her, soft footsteps padded across the floor.She turned.Theo stood there in his bunny-print home clothes, hugging a plush rabbit to his chest. His tiny bare feet made no sound as he approached, eyes wide and solemn.“You’re not leaving… right?”His voice was barely above a whisper. The rabbit’s long ears drooped over his arm as if listening too.Danielle crouched in front of him, placing her mug down on the side table. She reached out and gently ruffled his soft curls. “I’m here, Theo. I told you I wouldn’t leave unle
Danielle blinked against the soft morning light streaming in through the curtains.It took her a second to remember where she was.The warmth beside her reminded her faster.Theo’s tiny body was curled up close to hers, his arm draped over her waist like a koala afraid to let go. His small chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his eyelashes fluttering with each breath.For a moment, she didn’t move.There was a quietness in the room that felt almost sacred. No calls, no footsteps, no constant tension breathing down her neck like it usually did all those years in the Carter household.Her fingers brushed Theo’s hair gently, tucking a strand behind his ear.He didn’t wake.She smiled.Then paused.Was she… smiling?She hadn’t woken up this at peace in years.Pulling away slowly so as not to disturb him, Danielle sat up and reached for her phone. There were three unread messages from Aria and one missed call from an unknown number.She didn’t check any of them.Her eyes drifted back to
The night was quiet—eerily so. The kind of quiet that left room for thoughts too loud to ignore.Danielle sat on the edge of her bed, her phone dimly glowing in her hand, unread messages from Aria stacked beneath a new one that simply said: “How’s Theo?”She didn’t reply. She didn’t really know what to say.It had been two days since Alexander had asked her to stay, and though the initial awkwardness hadn’t vanished entirely, the atmosphere had changed.Theo had started eating again—slowly, hesitantly—but only when Danielle fed him herself. She couldn’t explain the connection between them, but it tugged at her more with each passing hour. As if her soul recognized something her mind couldn’t place.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.She glanced at the door just as it opened without waiting for permission.Alexander stepped in, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, expression calm but unreadable.“You’re still awake.”Danielle stood quickly. “I was just about to sleep.”He didn’t respond
The moment Danielle stepped into the Sterling estate, she realized nothing about this was going to be simple.Last night, she had received an urgent call from Damian. Something was wrong with Theo, and they needed her help.Danielle didn’t ask too many questions. The child was enough to get her on her feet.The foyer was quiet—too quiet. Not sterile, not cold, but carefully arranged. Like everything in Alexander Sterling’s world, it was too polished, too controlled.A butler greeted her with a respectful nod, stepping aside to let her in without a word.She clutched the small overnight bag in her hand tightly, pretending not to feel the tremble in her chest. This wasn’t her home. This wasn’t her world.But Theo was here.And Theo needed her.She didn’t hesitate as she followed the butler through the grand hallway, her heels making soft clicks against the marble. The scent of pine and something expensive hung in the air—Alexander’s cologne, maybe. It lingered without trying to dominate
Chapter 11 – Shadows in the MirrorDanielle didn’t speak the entire cab ride home. The words Aria had said the last time they spoke lingered, crawling beneath her skin like whispers she couldn’t silence.“Just be careful. Some things have a way of circling back.”Her phone buzzed again. Another message. Not from Aria. Unknown number.Are you alright?She didn’t reply. Not because she didn’t want to—but because she didn’t know who it was. But deep down, a part of her already suspected.She turned the screen off and leaned back against the window. The city outside moved fast, a blur of headlights and neon. But inside the car, everything felt still. Heavy.The moment she stepped into her apartment, she kicked off her heels and let herself sink into the silence.The storm from days ago had passed, but something lingered—an aftertaste in the air, like the quiet after a fight where nothing had been resolved.She passed the mirror in the hallway and stopped.Her reflection stared back at he
Danielle leaned against the window of Aria’s apartment, nursing a glass of wine she hadn’t touched in twenty minutes. The city glittered beneath her like a secret waiting to be uncovered.“So,” Aria said, flopping onto the couch dramatically, “you’re telling me Damian West cornered you on the street just to say his boss appreciated your hospitality?”Danielle raised an eyebrow. “Cornered is strong.”“Please. This is straight out of a drama. Handsome man. Shady family. Illegitimate child—”Danielle cut in, “I did not say anything about an illegitimate child.”“But we both know it’s possible.”Danielle pressed her fingers to her temple, the headache from earlier beginning to pulse again. “Aria, stop. That child has nothing to do with me.”“You’re sure?”“I…” Danielle hesitated. “No. But I’m not entertaining something that insane.”Aria sat up, her teasing gone, replaced by concern. “I’m not saying chase it. I’m just saying—don’t ignore it. Something’s pulling you toward that boy. Maybe
Two Days LaterThe first thing Danielle noticed when she stepped into the Carter Enterprises building was the silence.It wasn’t the usual polished hush of a successful corporation. This was different—taut, watchful. As though the walls themselves had learned to listen, too used to the tension that came with power struggles and fragile alliances.Danielle walked with her head high, heels clicking smartly on the marble floors. Her presentation folder was tucked under one arm, the edge slightly bent from where she had clutched it too tightly earlier.Bianca had seen to it that this meeting would feel like a trap.But Danielle Carter never ran from wolves. She had learned to bare her teeth when it counted.Her assistant met her near the conference room. “They’re inside already. Mr. Carter is with the Sterling representatives. Bianca’s heading the pitch.”Danielle’s jaw twitched. “Of course she is.”Although her stepsister might appear crude and birdbrained sometimes, there was no denying
The press conference shimmered with luxury—bright spotlights, crystal chandeliers, a sea of black suits and glittering gowns. Danielle stepped onto the red carpet entrance of The Crest Hotel, the high-end venue chosen for the merger announcement between her company and Virella Group. Her heels clicked sharply against marble, echoing like quiet defiance.She wore a deep green dress that hugged her slender frame, her long curls tucked into a sleek knot. Elegant. Untouchable. At least that was the image she’d learned to wear over the years—like perfectly cut armor.Behind her, Aria muttered, “That’s a lot of cameras. Are you sure you don’t want me to answer any questions on your behalf?”Danielle offered a soft smile. “No need. I’m just here to show face. They’ll all be watching Bianca anyway.”Speak of the devil.“Danielle?” The high-pitched, syrupy voice froze the air.Danielle turned, only her eyes moving first. Bianca Carter stood a few feet away in a wine-colored gown that screamed
Danielle woke to the soft hum of rain against the windows, her lashes fluttering open slowly as the dim morning light crept into her bedroom.Silence.She blinked, disoriented for a second. The events of last night rushed back—Theo falling asleep on her lap, Alexander quiet but watchful, the storm forcing them to stay. For a moment, it had almost felt like family. Almost.Quickly, she threw off her covers and padded into the hallway. The living room was empty. No sign of the blanket Theo had been wrapped in, no coat on the rack, no shoes by the door.Gone.Her heart sank slightly as she looked around. Not even a note. Just absence.She told herself it didn’t matter. They were strangers. It had been a temporary situation—an accident. But the stillness in her apartment felt heavier than usual, like something important had come and gone without warning.She pressed a hand to her chest, then shook her head, willing the feeling away. It was just another moment of softness mistaken for sign