LOGINI didn't say anything. I knew she was right. Every time I felt him move, I felt a connection to a world I had left behind. But it wasn't a sad connection. It was a peaceful one. Here, my baby was safe. He wouldn't be born into a world of contracts and lies. He would be born into the fresh air and the quiet.I had a small room with a window that looked at the stars. Every night, I would look at the moon and think about Lucas. I didn't wish him bad things. I hoped he was finding a way to be happy. I hoped his mother was well. I hoped he was safe.I had forgiven him. Not because what he did was right, but because I needed to be free. If I carried anger, I couldn't be a good mother."We are peaceful now," I whispered to the wind.And for the first time in my life, I truly felt like I was. I had no money, no title, and no "husband," but I had a roof over my head and a heart full of love for the life growing inside me.Lucas’s POV – Six Months LaterTime moved like a slow, heavy river.The
Lucas’s POVThe first few months of marriage were like walking through a house made of ice. Everything looked beautiful, everything was expensive, but there was no warmth. I had moved back into the master suite of the Ashford mansion with Valentina. My mother was happy, the stock market was stable, and the Rossi-Ashford merger was the talk of the business world.I decided that since I had no choice, I would try. I would try to be a good husband. I would try to forget the girl with the green apples. I would try to build a life out of the pieces I had left."Good morning, Lucas," Valentina said one morning. She was sitting at the long breakfast table, wearing a silk robe that cost more than most people's cars."Morning," I said, sititng down. I picked up the newspaper."I was thinking," she said, her voice high and sharp, "that we should remodel the east wing. It’s so old-fashioned. I want everything to be white marble and gold. Like a palace.""If it makes you happy, Valentina, do it,"
The silence grew longer. The guests began to shift. I heard a cough in the back. Charlotte leaned forward, her eyes wide with a tiny spark of hope.I took a deep breath. I felt the ring in my pocket. It felt like a hot coal."I do," I said.The words felt like lead. They fell from my lips and hit the floor, heavy and cold.Valentina’s smile grew wider. She looked like she wanted to scream with joy. The priest turned to her."And do you, Valentina Rossi..."I didn't hear the rest. I felt like I was drifting away from my own body. I had said it. I had done my duty. I had saved the company. I had made my mother happy.But as the priest spoke the final words and told me I could kiss the bride, I felt a piece of my soul break off and disappear. I leaned in and kissed Valentina’s cheek. She tasted like expensive powder and cold ambition.The organ began to play—a loud, triumphant song. The guests stood up and cheered. We turned and began the long walk down the aisle.I walked with my head h
The priest began to speak. His voice echoed through the high stone arches of the cathedral."We are gathered here today..."I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch. I felt like I was watching a slow-motion car crash, and I was the only one trying to scream "Stop!" while everyone else was clapping.Naomi’s POVThe men in the dark suits were still sitting in the living room. I could hear them talking in low voices. They hadn't hurt us, but their presence was like a heavy weight on the house. Martha was in the kitchen, her hands shaking as she washed the dishes over and over again."Sarah," Martha whispered, coming into my room. She looked at the door to make sure the men weren't listening. "We have to go.""How?" I asked. My voice was weak. "The doctor said I can't walk. And they are right there.""They are distracted," Martha said. She leaned in close, her eyes bright with a sudden fire. "They are listening to the radio. They think you are a prisoner who has given up. But I have a back door
The morning of the wedding was cold. A thick fog hung over the city, hiding the tops of the tall buildings. I stood in front of the window of my bedroom, already dressed in my black tuxedo. The fabric was stiff, and the collar of my white shirt felt like it was choking me.Downstairs, I could hear the house moving. I heard the clinking of champagne glasses, the heavy footsteps of security guards, and the high-pitched laughter of cousins I barely knew. It was the sound of a celebration, but to me, it sounded like a clock ticking down to zero.I looked at my hands. They were steady, but they felt cold. I didn't feel like a groom. I felt like a soldier walking into a battle I had already lost.A knock came at the door. It was Charlotte. She was wearing a beautiful dress of dark blue silk, but her face was pale and her eyes were red. She didn't come in to hug me. She stayed by the door, her arms crossed tight over her chest."The cars are here, Lucas," she said. Her voice was flat."I kno
Naomi’s POVThe blue house in Lyon was quiet. Martha had finished the soup and was sitting in the living room, listening to a French talk show on the radio. I was lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling.Today was the day I was supposed to be "safe." But I didn't feel safe. I felt like a bird in a cage, even if the cage was painted blue."Sarah?" Martha called out. "Are you awake?""Yes, Martha," I said.She walked into the room, holding a small tray with a cup of herbal tea. She looked at me with worried eyes. "You haven't eaten much today. You need to keep your strength up for the little one.""I'm just tired," I said.Martha sat on the edge of the bed. She had a way of looking at me that made me feel like she could see right through my skin. "The doctor called while you were napping. He said your tests look better, but you must stay in bed for at least another month. No walking. No stress."I nodded. A month. In a month, Lucas would be a married man for four weeks. He would be on a
Naomi’s POVThe sky was still a bruised purple when my eyes snapped open. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the man in the brown jacket. I saw Lucas’s cold, dark eyes. I saw the golden cage of the mansion waiting to swallow me whole.I knew I couldn't stay. Not another hour. Not an
The helicopter landed with a heavy thud. The doors slid open, and a team of medics in bright orange suits jumped out. They were pushing a stretcher."Lucas!" I screamed, trying to run forward.A security guard held me back. "Stay back, Mrs. Ashford! They need space!"I saw him. For a brief second,
Naomi’s POVThe van ride felt like it lasted forever. My back ached, and my head felt heavy, but I didn't dare sleep for long. Every time the driver pulled over at a rest stop, I pulled my hood lower and looked out the window with a pounding heart. I saw families eating ice cream and truckers drink
Valentina’s face crumpled. She looked like she was about to burst into tears, but I didn't feel a single spark of pity. All I could think about was Naomi’s budget book. All I could think about was the daisy she had kept for a year."Lucas Ashford! Come back here!" my mother yelled as I walked out o







