ANMELDENOne shift in her diner, One night with a stranger. A waitress's one night stand with a billionaire leaves her pregnant with twins. He left her, she hid them. Years later, his grandma spots a boy who looks like his grandson.
Mehr anzeigen♠ Gabriel's pov ♠ Something was wrong. I realized it the moment Lyra walked away from the dining room. It wasn't the first time she'd been angry with me. It wasn't even the first time she'd refused to continue a conversation. But this felt different. Usually, there was emotion behind it. Frustration. Disappointment. Hope. Always hope. No matter how angry she became, there was always a part of her that still expected something from me. An explanation. An apology. A reaction. Tonight, there had been nothing. Just exhaustion.And somehow that unsettled me more than her anger ever had. I remained seated long after she'd disappeared upstairs. The dining room had emptied.The staff had cleared the table. Even the sound of the twins laughing somewhere in the west wing had faded. Yet I still sat there. Thinking. The problem was that I didn't understand why I was thinking about it. For years, distance between us had been normal. Expected. Necessary. Our marriage wasn't built on affectio
♥ Lyra's pov♥ I woke up with a headache. Not the sharp, dizzying pain from yesterday. This one was dull. Persistent. A reminder. The kind that lingered just beneath the surface no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling. The events of yesterday crashed into me all at once. Victoria. The staircase. Gabriel. The accusation. The look in his eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut. Big mistake. The movement sent another pulse of pain through my skull. "Wonderful," I muttered. A knock sounded at the door. Before I could answer, Mrs. Dalton entered carrying a tray. Tea. Toast. Medicine. The holy trinity of recovery. "You look terrible," she announced. "Good morning to you too." The older woman snorted. I almost smiled. Almost. Mrs. Dalton set the tray down. "Your painkillers." I obediently reached for them. The fact that I obeyed immediately made her narrow her eyes suspiciously. "You must really be hurting." "I got sti
♥ Gabriel's pov♥Victoria was asleep. At least, that was what the nurse claimed. I stood near the hospital window, staring at the city lights below. My reflection stared back. Tired. Irritated.Restless. The feeling had followed me ever since I left the house. I told myself it was because of the incident.Because of the accusation. Because another problem landed on my desk when I already had too many. But that wasn't entirely true. Something else was bothering me. Something I couldn't quite name.The hospital room door opened quietly. A nurse stepped inside. "Mr. Kane."I turned. "Yes?""Mrs. Sterling's test results came back."I nodded. "And?""Everything looks normal. The wrist isn't fractured. Just a mild sprain."I wasn't surprised. Victoria had never looked seriously injured. The nurse smiled politely before leaving. The room became quiet again. A mild sprain. I glanced toward the sleeping woman in the bed.Then, unexpectedly, another image appeared in my mind.Lyra. Standing at
♥Lyra's pov♥ The first thing I became aware of was the blood. Warm and Sticky. Running down the side of my face. For a moment, I just sat there on the staircase floor, staring at the crimson staining my fingers. The front door slammed somewhere in the distance. Gabriel was gone. The realization landed harder than the fall itself. Gone. He hadn't looked back. Not once. Not when I called his name. Not when I stumbled. Not when my head struck the railing. Gone. "Mrs. Kane!" Mrs. Dalton's voice broke through the ringing in my ears. The older woman rushed forward, her sensible shoes clicking sharply against the floor. She dropped beside me immediately. "Oh, heavens." Her eyes widened at the sight of the blood. "I'm fine," I said automatically. The lie sounded ridiculous even to me. Mrs. Dalton gave me a look that clearly said she wasn't fooled. "You are bleeding all over Mr. Kane's staircase." A humorless laugh escaped me. "Then he'll probably be upset about the carpet." The olde
"Clean it up, Olson! Now!" Lou’s voice was a distant bark.I moved on autopilot, grabbing a mop, my eyes never leaving the flickering screen.‘Gabriel Kane.’ The name tasted bitter in my mouth. I watched him on the news, cool, untouchable, and powerful.He looked nothing like the man who had whispe
The moments of that night didn't just fade. By the time six weeks had passed, the memory of the penthouse felt like a fever dream I’d had while sick with the flu. It didn't feel real. What felt real was the pile of "Final Notice" envelopes on the kitchen table and the way my stomach performed a sl
The elevator ride was silent. There were no buttons in this elevator, just a glass panel that scanned Gabriel’s hand before taking us up. My stomach did a somersault as the numbers climbed. When the doors slid open, I actually stopped breathing for a second. The penthouse wasn't just an apart
The man, Gabriel, though I didn't know his name yet didn't look at his phone. He didn't pull out a laptop or a briefcase. He just sat there, his large hands wrapped around the thick cup of coffee I’d just poured. He looked at the steam rising from the cup as if it held a secret I didn't know,












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