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Blood Is Not Always Family

Penulis: Selma
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Nathan didn’t stay.

Not at first.

After agreeing to the tests, he left the hospital without another word, hands shoved into the pockets of his worn jacket, shoulders tight as if holding himself together by sheer force.

Isabella watched him go through the glass doors, rain blurring his silhouette until he disappeared completely.

Her chest felt hollow.

“He didn’t even say goodbye,” she murmured.

Nolan stood beside her, jaw clenched. “He doesn’t owe me politeness.”

She didn’t answer.

She was thinking about what Nathan did owe them.

And how terrifying it was that they were waiting on the mercy of a man who hated the world they belonged to.

The tests took two days.

Two long, unbearable days.

Juan was quieter than usual, his small body exhausted, his laughter softer, his eyes less bright. Isabella barely left his side. Nolan barely slept.

Nathan came and went silently, allowing blood draws, scans, and consultations without complaint—but without warmth.

He didn’t speak to Nolan unless necess
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    Isabella couldn’t breathe.The phone trembled in her hand as she stared at the screen. Nolan knelt on a concrete floor, hands bound behind his back, shirt torn and stained with blood. His head was bowed, dark hair falling into his eyes.But he was alive.For now.Her knees threatened to give out.Juan whimpered softly behind her. “Mommy…?”The man tightened his grip on her wrist. Not hard. Just enough to remind her he could.“Don’t scream,” he murmured. “Not in front of the child.”Her heart pounded so violently she thought it might tear itself apart.“What do you want?” she whispered.The man smiled. “Not money.”Her breath hitched.“Money is boring,” he continued. “Money doesn’t make people bleed the right way.”She swallowed hard. “Then what?”“Choices,” he said.She shook her head. “You don’t want me. You want him.”“Oh, no,” he said softly. “We already have him.”Her vision blurred.“This,” he continued, tapping the phone screen, “is about you.”Her chest tightened painfully. “Wh

  • RECLAIMING HIS EX WIFE    The Letters Were Never Random

    The third letter arrived the morning Nathan signed the consent forms.It wasn’t slipped under a door this time.It was waiting on Isabella’s car.Tucked neatly beneath the windshield wiper like a parking ticket.Isabella froze when she saw it.Her pulse roared in her ears as she approached slowly, every instinct screaming.Nolan was only a few steps behind her, phone in hand, mid-conversation with his legal team.He saw her stop.“What is it?” he asked.She didn’t answer.She reached out with shaking fingers and pulled the envelope free.Her name was written on the front.Perfect handwriting.Elegant.Intentional.Nolan ended the call instantly.She opened it.Inside was a single sheet of paper.But this time… there was a photo attached.Juan.Sleeping.In his hospital bed.Isabella’s breath left her lungs.Her knees buckled.Nolan caught her before she hit the ground.“What?” he demanded, taking the paper.His face darkened instantly.The message was short.The first was a warning.T

  • RECLAIMING HIS EX WIFE    Blood Is Not Always Family

    Nathan didn’t stay.Not at first.After agreeing to the tests, he left the hospital without another word, hands shoved into the pockets of his worn jacket, shoulders tight as if holding himself together by sheer force.Isabella watched him go through the glass doors, rain blurring his silhouette until he disappeared completely.Her chest felt hollow.“He didn’t even say goodbye,” she murmured.Nolan stood beside her, jaw clenched. “He doesn’t owe me politeness.”She didn’t answer.She was thinking about what Nathan did owe them.And how terrifying it was that they were waiting on the mercy of a man who hated the world they belonged to.The tests took two days.Two long, unbearable days.Juan was quieter than usual, his small body exhausted, his laughter softer, his eyes less bright. Isabella barely left his side. Nolan barely slept.Nathan came and went silently, allowing blood draws, scans, and consultations without complaint—but without warmth.He didn’t speak to Nolan unless necess

  • RECLAIMING HIS EX WIFE    The Brother Who Vanished

    Nathan Sinclair hadn’t expected to hear Nolan’s voice again.Not after eight years of silence. Not after walking away from everything the Sinclair name stood for. Not after burying a woman he had loved and raising a daughter alone under a different name.And certainly not at two in the morning.He stood in the dimly lit kitchen of his small mountain house, phone pressed to his ear, the scent of coffee and pine drifting through the open window.“You have a son?” Nathan repeated quietly.Nolan closed his eyes on the other end of the line.“Yes.”Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with everything they had never said.“You don’t call to tell me about children,” Nathan said finally. “So what’s wrong?”Nolan’s voice lowered. “He’s sick.”Nathan’s grip tightened on the phone.“How sick?”“We don’t know everything yet,” Nolan said. “But he needs a donor. A genetic match.”Another pause.“And you think that’s me,” Nathan said.“You’re our best chance.”Nathan exhaled slowly. “You

  • RECLAIMING HIS EX WIFE    The Illness

    It started with a fever.Not the dramatic kind that sends parents running to emergency rooms, but the subtle, unsettling kind that made Isabella pause when she pressed her lips to Juan’s forehead before bed.“You’re warm,” she murmured.Juan groaned softly, curling deeper into his blankets. “I’m sleepy.”She brushed his hair back gently. “I’ll get you some water.”By midnight, the fever hadn’t broken.By two a.m., Juan was shivering.By three, he was crying in his sleep.Isabella sat beside him, heart pounding, wiping his forehead with a cool cloth. She had cared for him through colds, scrapes, and the occasional flu, but something about this felt different.Wrong.She stood quietly and stepped into the hallway.Nolan was already awake.He stood near the window, phone in hand, tension etched into his posture like it had been carved there.“He’s not well,” Isabella said.Nolan turned instantly. “What’s wrong?”“Fever. Chills. He won’t stop crying.”Nolan followed her back to the room w

  • RECLAIMING HIS EX WIFE    The Past Fights Back

    The first letter arrived on a Tuesday.It wasn’t threatening at first glance. No red ink. No dramatic language. Just a plain white envelope slipped through the café’s mail slot sometime between the morning rush and lunch.Isabella didn’t think much of it until she saw there was no return address.Her fingers hesitated before tearing it open.Inside was a single sheet of paper.You should have stayed gone.Her stomach dropped.She read it again, hoping she’d misunderstood. Hoping it was some tasteless prank from a bored local caught up in the gossip storm.But her instincts screamed otherwise.She folded the letter slowly and slipped it into her pocket just as the bell above the café door chimed.Nolan stepped inside.He took one look at her face and knew.“What is it?” he asked quietly.She shook her head. “Nothing.”He didn’t believe her. “Isabella.”She exhaled slowly and pulled the paper from her pocket, handing it to him without a word.Nolan read it once.Then again.The air arou

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