Will Fallon's stay in the Farwell Manor soften her and finally break her Fallon persona and return as Sherah? Why is Nathan scared to tell her the truth? What did Nathan and her mother keep secret from Fallon? ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #SherahHawke #EthanFarwell #Nathan Kingsley #Fallon Kingsley Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! Goodbye My Love & Alpha's Last Chance
CALIFORNIA – MILES RESIDENCEAllan sat in silence, staring blankly at the wall across from him. His expression was unreadable, carved in stone. The noise of the gathering had faded from his ears. Somewhere inside him, the rage that had fueled him for so long was disintegrating… leaving behind something far more hollow and confusing.He laughed bitterly under his breath. “Stupid,” he muttered, almost as if berating himself for holding onto the wrong grudge for so many years.Then, a light but firm pat landed on his shoulder, grounding him back to the present.Nathan sat down opposite him, still nursing the swelling bruise on his cheek. “Now I understand why you attacked me at Ethan’s rehearsal dinner,” he said softly.Allan didn’t meet his eyes. He kept his gaze locked on the floor. “I’m not good at apologizing,” he said in a low, gruff voice.Nathan let out a quiet chuckle, then winced from the pain in his jaw. “No need,” he replied. He paused, studying Allan for a moment. “Wanna know
Fallon hesitantly stepped out of the car and followed Ethan up the stone steps of the Farwell Manor. The estate loomed grandly under the early twilight, its lights casting a golden glow against the soft shadows of dusk. The air was crisp, and the manicured hedges lining the path whispered in the wind.Though the ambiance of the place was just as warm and welcoming as she remembered—smelling faintly of aged cedar, rosewater, and lemon polish—a knot refused to loosen in her chest.There was something off.It wasn’t the manor. It was everything around it.Ethan’s presence beside her, too quiet, too careful. Madam Farwell’s unexpected acceptance of their unconventional setup. And worst of all, Nathan’s sudden, unannounced disappearance. As if he couldn’t bear to look her in the eye. As if she had become someone else entirely in his world.“What is happening here?” she asked herself silently.She walked with measured steps across the marbled entryway, her heels clicking faintly with each
FARWELL GROUP – CEO OFFICE – EARLY AFTERNOONThe atmosphere was thick—taut with unease, heavy with questions neither dared to ask aloud.Fallon sat in Ethan’s office, her spine stiff, eyes distant. The ticking of the minimalist wall clock seemed to echo louder than it should. Her fingers twisted anxiously in her lap. Every nerve in her body screamed that something was off.Something Nathan wasn’t telling her.Something she should’ve known by now.“That scumbag…” She mumbled under her breath. Ethan, who was leaning by the corner of his desk, watching her more than his phone, picked up the shift in her voice.“Did you say something?” He asked in concern. She startled slightly. Her eyes flicked to his, then away.She shook her head. “No. I just think… the onlookers earlier probably already moved on.”She gave a half-hearted shrug, her eyes downcast, landing on her hands, trembling, betraying her. Her voice wavered.“I… I think I should return to my husband’s office. Take care of him.”T
Fallon’s instincts screamed to go after Nathan, ask him what the hell he was hiding, why he looked like he swallowed a secret the size of a bomb waiting to explode, but she didn’t get the chance.Ethan gripped her wrist gently but firmly, his gaze soft yet protective.He leaned close, “I’m sorry your name had to be dragged like this.”His eyes shifted toward the curious onlookers still lingering like vultures. Upon catching Ethan’s stare, they quickly turned and scattered, whispers trailing behind them like smoke.“Come. Let’s go back to my office. I’ll have Noel take care of it. I won’t let your name be torn apart by those sharks.”Fallon’s heart pounded. She looked in the direction Nathan disappeared to, her lips parting—“I need to speak with my husband.” She murmured. Ethan’s eyes sharpened. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.“Stay.” He insists. Fallon froze. His tone, calm but commanding, cut deeper than a shout would have. Her gaze flicked again to the onlookers now
In the FARWELL GROUP – EXECUTIVE FLOORDING.The private elevator opens with a metallic chime that cuts through the morning hum like a sniper shot.Out storms Sophia, her heels striking the polished marble like war drums. Her blazer swings open with every step, her lipstick slightly smeared, her eyes red-rimmed but not from makeup—no, these are the battle markings of betrayal. Rage cloaks her like expensive perfume gone rancid.The bustling open-concept floor stills into eerie silence. Assistants clutch coffee cups mid-air, interns shrink into corners, and even senior executives pause their phone calls, eyes swiveling like hunted prey.Sophia’s voice rising, near unhinged, “Where is he?! Where is the cheating bastard?!”She doesn’t wait for an answer. Her eyes dart across the floor like a predator. In one violent motion, she swipes a stack of neatly organized files off an assistant’s desk—papers explode into the air, fluttering like the last shred of her composure.Sophia addresses eve
Private Jet – Minutes After LandingThe thud was deafening.With a loud, forceful push, the jet's lavatory door burst open. The hinges groaned as it slammed against the wall. Two security officers and the flight attendant flinched at the sight before them.Silas Hawke lay crumpled against the base of the toilet, his head tilted unnaturally, mouth foaming, hands still clenched around a mess of pill bottles, scattered like spilled sins across the floor.His breathing was shallow, erratic.His eyes rolled back.One of the men cursed under his breath and rushed forward, checking for a pulse. "He's alive," the guard barked. "But barely."The crew remained detached, unfazed, trained not to react to theatrics from men like him. They’d seen desperation before. What they hadn’t seen was fear this raw. Silas wasn’t just running. He knew what was waiting on the other side of that door.And he would rather swallow poison than face it.The paramedics stationed outside the jet were quickly called in