ログインDESPERATE SALVATIONNOELLE'S POVThe knock on my door was loud and unsteady.I froze on the couch, the half-eaten tub of ice cream forgotten on the coffee table. Bria had left an hour ago after making me promise I wouldn’t do anything stupid.Another knock. Harder this time.I didn't know who it was.I walked to the door slowly, my heart pounding. When I looked through the peephole, my breath caught.Roman.He looked completely destroyed.His hair was messy, his eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot, shirt wrinkled and half-untucked. He swayed slightly on his feet, clearly drunk. When he saw the shadow move behind the peephole, he pressed his forehead against the door.“Noelle…” His voice was hoarse, broken. “Please. Open the door. I need you…please.”I hesitated for only a second before unlocking it.The moment the door opened, Roman stumbled forward, catching himself on the frame. His eyes locked on mine, raw and desperate.“I’m sorry,” he whispered immediately. “I’m so fucking sorry.”He s
OLD WOUNDSSYLVIA & JAMES – PRIVATE MEETINGThe private garden terrace at the Ashford estate was quiet except for the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. Sylvia had chosen this spot deliberately. It was away from the main house, away from prying eyes, away from Richard. Just the two of them and the weight of years of unspoken history.James Carter arrived exactly on time.He looked older than she remembered, but still carried that quiet strength that had once made her heart race. His suit was simple, his posture straight, but his eyes held the same guarded pain she had seen at the gala.Sylvia stood as he approached, smoothing down her cream silk blouse.“James,” she said softly. “Thank you for coming.”He nodded once, his jaw tight.“You said we needed to talk. So let’s talk.”They sat across from each other at the small wrought-iron table. A bottle of wine and two glasses waited, untouched. Neither of them reached for it.Sylvia took a slow breath.“I owe you an apology,” s
HOPES AND BELIEVENOELLE'S POVI couldn’t stop crying.The sobs came in waves, raw and ugly, tearing from my chest like they were trying to rip me apart. I was curled up on the couch in my apartment, face buried in a pillow, body shaking so hard I could barely breathe. Milo was pressed against my chest, purring loudly as if trying to comfort me, his small warm body the only steady thing in my world right now.Bria sat on the floor beside the couch, rubbing slow circles on my back.“Shh, baby,” she whispered, voice soft but firm. “Breathe. Just breathe. I’m right here.”She had shown up twenty minutes after I called her, bursting through the door with a tub of cookie dough ice cream and two spoons and her cat. No questions at first. She had simply pulled me into a hug, let me cry on her shoulder, and then guided me to the couch.Now the ice cream sat melting on the coffee table, forgotten. I couldn’t eat. I could barely think.The photos kept flashing in my mind.Roman shirtless. Lia
SHATTERED ROMAN'S POVThe pounding in my head was the first thing I noticed.Then the warmth beside me.I groaned, my mouth dry, eyes gritty, as I slowly regained consciousness. The room was dark, the city lights outside casting faint shadows across the ceiling. My body felt heavy, weighed down by too much whiskey and too little sleep.Something soft was pressed against my side.I turned my head slowly.Liana.She was curled up against me, her head resting on my bare chest, one leg thrown over mine. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Her skin was warm against mine, her breathing steady and content.My stomach dropped.I jerked upright so fast the room spun. Liana stirred, making a soft, sleepy sound as she reached for me again.“Roman…” she murmured, voice husky. “You’re awake.”I scrambled back, nearly falling off the bed, my heart hammering violently.“What the fuck, Liana?” My voice was hoarse, cracking with panic. “How did you get in here? What are you doi
SHATTERED RELIEFROMAN'S POVI was drunk.The whiskey burned like liquid fire down my throat, but it still wasn’t enough.I sat on the floor of my penthouse, back against the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, the nearly empty bottle of Macallan clutched loosely in my hand. The city lights below blurred into meaningless streaks of gold and white. Everything felt distant, like I was watching my own life through fogged glass.Noelle had left with Derek.The image refused to leave my mind. Her climbing into his car, looking so broken and exhausted after everything that had happened. After I had pushed her away for days. After Liana had thrown herself at me in the lobby like we were still together.I took another long swig, the alcohol doing little to dull the sharp pain in my chest.I had thought the DNA results would fix everything. I had imagined running to her, pulling her into my arms, telling her we were free. Instead, I had received the news and then learned from security t
RELIEFROMAN'S POVThe email arrived at exactly eleven fourty-seven that morning.I was alone in my office, staring at the same contract for the tenth time when my phone pinged with the notification from the private lab.Subject: DNA Test Results – ConfidentialMy heart stopped.For a long moment, I just stared at the screen, afraid to open it. My hands were shaking. The entire world narrowed down to this single email.I finally clicked it.The results were summarized at the top in clear, clinical language.Conclusion: No biological relation.Roman Ashford and James Carter share 0% DNARoman Ashford and Noelle Carter share 0% DNA I read it three times.Then I read it again.We weren’t related.Noelle was not my half-sister.The relief hit me so hard I had to grip the edge of my desk to stay upright. A broken sound escaped my throat, half laugh, half sob.All the fear. All the guilt. All the nights I had tortured myself imagining the worst…It was over.We were free.I stood up so fas







