로그인Zadok's Pov"Mummy, who is this big bully bothering you?"Mummy? It couldn't be Sandra right? I spun around just to make sure. A little girl stood near the curtains, maybe eight years old, small fists clenched tight at her sides, chin lifted like she wasn't afraid of a single thing in that entire room. Dark curls framed a face that stopped my breath cold.She had grey eyes. My exact shade of grey, staring straight up at me without blinking.I didn't move, I couldn't."Well?" she demanded, planting her feet wider like she was preparing to fight me if she had to. "Are you going to quit bothering my mommy or not?"My mouth couldn't work. I stared at her hair, dark and thick, at the shape of her jaw, at the small gap between her front teeth when she scowled at me, and I was completely shaken. This couldn't be. Elias used to smile exactly like that."Kelly." Sanda yelled but it sounded more like a whisper. "I asked you to not come out, no matter what." She moved fast, stepping directly b
Sandra's PovThe tray shook so hard the glasses on it clinked together, loud enough to cut through the low murmur of the crowd around me. I tightened my grip, willing my hands to stop, but they wouldn't listen.His eyes moved across the room and stopped on mine.For a second, he didn't move.His mouth parted slightly, his brows lifting. The glass in his hand lowered, and his fingers tightened around it. Whatever had flashed across his face disappeared without a trace. He leaned toward the man beside him and whispered something, then he started walking.The people in his way moved before he had to ask them to. A few turned as he passed, following him with their eyes, but his never left mine. I stood where I was, my fingers curling around the edge of the table.And he just kept coming.He stopped close enough that I had to tilt my head back to hold his eyes, the warmth of blowing on my face. "Sandra Whitmore." His voice came out flat, but his eyes said something else entirely. "Serving
Sandra's Pov "Mommy, my chest feels like it's squeezing again." I dropped the box I was packing and turned around swiftly. Kelly was in the kitchen doorway, one hand pressed against her chest, her face pale in a way that scared me more than anything on that eviction notice ever could. "Since when, baby?" I crossed the room and knelt in front of her. "Just now. It hurts a little." "Come and sit down for me." I guided her to the chair and pressed two fingers to her wrist, counting the way the cardiologist had taught me to. Her pulse jumped fast under my fingers and my own heart began to beat fast. "We're going to the clinic." "But what about the boxes?" "Forget the boxes."I quickly changed into something else and we left for the clinic. The doctor listened to Kelly's chest for a long time, his face giving nothing away until he finally straightened. "Her rhythm is unstable, and this is not the usual one that happens" he said. "What does that mean, doctor?" "I am not so sure
Zadok's Pov"Minneapolis, Minnesota." A voice announced as the jet touched down. It was just after seven, tires kissing the wet tarmac hard enough to jolt the cabin, and through the window I watched Minnesota rise up, familiar and completely unrecognizable all at once.Nine years. Nine years since I'd let any part of the States see my face. The last time I was here, I was still madly in love and full of hope for the future. I stood at the top of the staircase longer than necessary, rain misting cold against my skin which had gotten used to warmer climates over the years. Somewhere below, my security team waited by the cars, umbrellas already up. I caught my reflection in the jet's polished window before I started down. Broader now through the shoulders than the man who left here. The scar above my left eyebrow caught the runway lights at a certain angle, a thin pale line left behind from a highway hit I shouldn't have survived, back in the early years when Blackwood Enterprises was
Sandra's PovEIGHT YEARS LATER"You're doing the thing again," Kelly said, standing on her tiptoes beside my chair, cloth clutched in her small fist like a nurse twice her size. "Why don't you eat until you're about to die?""I'm fine, baby." My voice came out thinner than I meant it to.Her small, cool hand pressed the damp cloth to my forehead. "You're not fine. You're turning grey."Fourteen hours on my feet at that catering hall, trays of shrimp cocktail and mini quiches balanced on one arm while my back screamed at me the entire time, and I still had to come home and pretend I had everything figured out. I let my head rest against the cool cloth she kept pressing and let myself be taken care of by an eight-year-old. She'd grown into something fierce these last few years. Gap-toothed, sharp-eyed, with Zadok's exact shade of grey staring out from a face that had my mother's cheekbones and my own warm brown skin. People stopped us in the grocery store sometimes just to comment on th
"Cease and desist. Any further public statement regarding Mr. Carrington, his family, or the events of the wedding would result in immediate civil action for defamation and breach of contract. Damages sought in the millions." I laughed because what else was there to do? I had nothing left to say to the press anyway. No proof, no platform and no one who'd believe a word out of my mouth against a name like Carrington. The irony wasn't lost on me, that the one time I might have had something true to tell the world, they'd made absolutely sure no one would ever hear it. I sat on the edge of that mattress with the letter in one hand and the memory of that photo burned into the back of my eyes, and something in me finally, quietly, gave up trying to fight.Standing up, I began to gather everything that belonged to me. There wasn't much. One cardboard box, the one that had survived the rain outside my old building, now soft at the corners and smelling faintly of mildew and a duffel bag Ma
Sandra's Pov My father appeared in the doorway. "It's time."The words settled over me, suffocating. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my dress as something cold twisted in my chest."Dad," I whispered, "before we go, I need to ask you something."Impatience flickered across his face. "Thi
Sandra's PovThe next two months blurred into dress fittings, food tastings, and everything I was supposed to love about getting married. Except that I hated it. I moved through it like a ghost, nodding when I was supposed to, signing documents I didn't read and playing the dutiful daughter prepar
Sandra's Pov I sat across from them at breakfast, barely touching my food, stomach churning with nausea that had nothing to do with the pregnancy.They talked business, projections, things I couldn't bring myself to care about. My father was charming in a way I rarely saw, engaging Dorian with que
Sandra's PovThe apartment felt too small for whatever was sitting heavy between us.I watched Zadok pace near the window, his shoulders tight, hands running through his hair the way they always did when something was eating at him. The silence stretched and my stomach twisted even more."Baby, is







