LOGIN**Nadia**Three weeks had passed since the confrontation.I stood outside the small café on a quiet street in a part of the city that neither of us had any history in. That had been intentional. I had chosen it specifically because it belonged to neither of us, because there were no memories attached to the tables or the light coming through the windows or the bell above the door. Neutral ground. A place where the conversation could be what it needed to be without the weight of everything else pressing in from the walls.My coat pulled tight around my growing belly. Twelve weeks now. The bump had started to show in the last ten days, rounding out beneath fabric in a way that caught me off guard sometimes when I passed a mirror. A fact becoming visible. A thing that could no longer be carried only on the inside.Lisette stood beside me with her arm linked through mine. She had told me yesterday that she was coming and I had not argued because I knew better than to argue with Lisette wh
**Nadia**Three weeks had passed since the confrontation.I stood outside the small café on a quiet street in a part of the city that neither of us had any history in. That had been intentional. I had chosen it specifically because it belonged to neither of us, because there were no memories attached to the tables or the light coming through the windows or the bell above the door. Neutral ground. A place where the conversation could be what it needed to be without the weight of everything else pressing in from the walls.My coat pulled tight around my growing belly. Twelve weeks now. The bump had started to show in the last ten days, rounding out beneath fabric in a way that caught me off guard sometimes when I passed a mirror. A fact becoming visible. A thing that could no longer be carried only on the inside.Lisette stood beside me with her arm linked through mine. She had told me yesterday that she was coming and I had not argued because I knew better than to argue with Lisette wh
**Dominic**The void was back and it had swallowed me whole.I moved through the days like a machine that had not been switched off. My body kept going. It woke up. It showered. It put on clothes. It answered calls when it had to. But nothing lived inside it. No feeling. No pain. No heat. Just empty space where Nadia used to be.Week two of the story breaking and the world still tore at my name. Headlines kept coming. Stock kept dropping. Board members left messages that grew more urgent. I listened to none of it. I sat in the penthouse with the lights low and let the silence press down on me. The same silence I had known my whole life before her. Only now it felt heavier because I remembered what it had replaced.I could not feel the leather of the couch under my palms. I could not feel the cool air from the vents. My heart beat steady in my chest but it meant nothing. The numbness had returned fully and completely. Every inch of skin was dead again. The world touched me and slid rig
**Dominic**I sat alone in the penthouse with the television muted and every screen showing the same thing.*Dominic Marcello's marriage began as a revenge scheme.*The words sat in clean white font across every channel. Photos of Nadia and me from the early months, taken at events where I had stood close to her and told myself proximity was not the same as attachment. Old images of Garrett. Speculation filling the gaps between the facts she had chosen to release. My stock price had already moved. Board members were cycling through my phone in rotation. The PR team had sent eleven messages asking for direction in the last two hours.I gave them none.No statement. No denial. No call to the right people to apply the right pressure to kill the story before it metastasized. No press release threading facts into a more favorable shape. No lawyer drafting a threat. She had sent the bank transfer and enough of the contract to make the structure of it visible and I let it run exactly as she
**Dominic** The penthouse was too quiet. I had not noticed the specific quality of the quiet before. There had always been noise of some kind, her movements in another room, water running, her voice carrying from wherever she was, the small sounds a person makes without knowing they are making them. Now there was nothing, and the nothing had a texture to it that the ordinary silence of an empty apartment did not. I sat at my desk with a blank sheet of paper in front of me and the pen in my hand and did not write anything for a long time. Raffael had gone. I had told him to find her, not to approach, not to make contact, only to confirm she was somewhere safe and stay within distance. He had texted me one line from outside Lisette’s building. *She is inside.* I had read it three times and put the phone face down on the desk. I picked up the pen. I had never written a letter like this before. I had written contracts and directives and correspondence that moved money and companies
**Nadia**I sat on Lisette’s couch with the pregnancy test still in my hand.The two pink lines hadn’t changed. They didn’t care what had happened in the last several hours. They didn’t care about contracts or signatures or wire transfers or any of the careful architecture of the last fourteen months.They simply were. Clear. Steady. The same way they had been on the bathroom floor this morning when the world was still a different shape.I had come straight here from Marcello Global. I didn’t remember deciding to come. One minute I was stepping out of the elevator into the lobby, the next my body had already known where it was going before my mind caught up.Lisette had opened the door, taken one look at my face, and not said a single word. She just stepped back, let me in, and closed the door behind me. That was the thing about Lisette. She had always known the difference between the moment that needed words and the moment that needed space. She gave me the space. I sat down. She sat
**Lisette** I slid into the passenger seat of the black SUV and slammed the door harder than I needed to. Dominic’s orders had stuck me with Raffael for the entire afternoon on protection detail, and the proximity already felt like a trap. My cousin Nadia was safe inside the penthouse, but I was
I stood in the kitchen with Garrett’s text still burning on my phone screen. The words would not leave me alone. “He’s been watching us for months. Ask him how he found you so fast in Vegas.” My thumb hovered over the message. I had deleted the others, but this one stuck like a knife. It mixed wit
I stepped into the quiet coffee shop with Raffael close behind me. The rich smell of fresh beans hit me first, but it did nothing to calm the knot in my stomach. Dominic had been even more protective since the rumors started, and Raffael’s presence felt like a second shadow I couldn’t shake. I o
**Nadia**"Don't."He said it the moment he walked through the door, before I had said a word, before I had done anything except look up from the couch where I had been reading for the last hour.Just that. One word. Low and tight and carrying the specific weight of a man who had spent the day hold







