로그인THE RELEASEDEREK'S POVDerek gripped the hips of the girl riding him, her moans echoing through the expensive hotel suite. She was stunning. She had long dark hair, full lips, perky breasts bouncing with every desperate roll of her hips. She was wet, tight, and eager, exactly the type he usually enjoyed breaking.But tonight, all he could see was Noelle.Every time the girl threw her head back and cried out “Yes, Derek!”, he imagined Noelle’s voice instead. The soft, breathy way she had sounded when he fucked her. He pictured Noelle’s warm brown skin glistening with sweat, her curly hair wild, her full breasts swaying as she rode him instead of this random girl.“Fuck… harder,” he growled, thrusting up brutally.The girl gasped, nails digging into his chest. She thought it was passion. Derek only saw Noelle’s face, those big, innocent eyes looking down at him with a mix of lust and trust he had never earned but desperately wanted.He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide
DANGEROUS POSSIBILITIESROMAN'S POVI couldn’t sleep.The penthouse was dark and silent, but my mind was loud. Screaming with every worst-case scenario. I lay on my back in the king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling, the city lights casting faint patterns across the room.Noelle’s face kept flashing in my head.The way she had looked at me when I told her I couldn’t touch her. The tears streaming down her cheeks as she sat on the floor. The quiet pain in her voice when she asked if we might be related.I turned onto my side, punching the pillow in frustration.I loved her.That love was the only real thing I had felt in years, and now it might be the most forbidden thing in my life.My mother’s words wouldn’t leave me.“A week before I married Declan… I slept with James Carter.”“The timing matches your birth.”If Noelle and I shared the same father…I sat up abruptly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe properly.I walked to the
FALL APARTROMAN'S POVI sat in the back of the Maybach, staring out the tinted window as the city blurred past, but my mind was nowhere near the road.The visit to Liana earlier today had left a bitter taste in my mouth.She had been so happy, too happy. Her eyes had lit up the moment I walked into the visitation room, and she had thrown herself into my arms like no time had passed. She kept whispering that I had come back to her, that Noelle was just a fling, that we were going to be together again.I hadn’t corrected her.I couldn’t.Not when I was barely holding myself together.The DNA test results were still weeks away, but the possibility that Noelle might be my half-sister was slowly eating me alive. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her crying on the floor of her apartment, begging me to tell her it wasn’t true.And I had walked away.Because touching her now felt like the worst kind of sin.My phone buzzed in my lap. A message from Noelle.Noelle: Are you okay? You looked
FALLING MANNOELLE'S POVI couldn’t stop crying.The moment I closed the apartment door behind me, the weight of everything crashed down like a wave I could no longer hold back. My legs gave out beneath me. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cold hardwood floor, knees pulled tightly to my chest, sobbing so hard my entire body shook.Everything hurts.The meeting with our parents replayed in my mind on an endless loop. Sylvia’s trembling confession about her one-night affair with my father a week before she married Declan Mathew, the stunned silence in the room, my father’s furious demand for a DNA test, and Roman’s shattered expression as the possibility that we might be half-siblings hung in the air like a death sentence.I pressed my forehead against my knees, tears soaking the fabric of my dress. My chest felt like it was being crushed. How could something so beautiful turn into something so ugly in the span of one conversation?Milo jumped onto my lap, meowing softly
THE MEETINGNOELLE'S POVRoman's penthouse felt colder than usual that evening.I arrived with my father at seven thirty p.m. exactly. He was silent the entire car ride, his hands tight on the steering wheel. I could feel the tension radiating off him. When we pulled up to the grand entrance, he turned to me with worried eyes.“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked quietly.I nodded, even though my stomach was in knots.“I need the truth, Dad. Whatever it is.”We were led into a private sitting room on the second floor. The space was elegant but intimate, dark wood paneling, soft lighting, and a large fireplace crackling in the background. Sylvia Ashford was already there, standing near the window in a simple but expensive navy dress. She looked composed, but her hands were clasped tightly in front of her.Roman arrived moments later.The moment our eyes met, my heart clenched. He looked exhausted, his jaw tight, shadows under his eyes. He gave me a small, strained nod but didn’
NOT MINEROMAN'S POVMy phone rang at eight thirteen p.m. while I was sitting on the balcony of my penthouse, a glass of whiskey in hand, watching the city lights flicker below like distant stars.The name on the screen made my stomach drop.MotherI answered on the sixth ring, my voice carefully neutral.“Mom.”“Roman.” Sylvia’s voice was crisp, but there was an undercurrent of tension I rarely heard from her. “We need to talk. In person. Tomorrow evening at the house. I’ve invited James Carter. He’ll be there too.”I froze, the whiskey glass halfway to my lips.“James Carter? Why the hell would you invite him?”There was a long, heavy silence on the line. When she finally spoke, her tone was quieter, almost weary.“Because there are things that can no longer stay hidden. Things I should have told you years ago.”My grip tightened on the phone.“Mom, what is this about?”Another pause. I could almost see her sitting in her elegant study, back straight, fingers tapping the edge of her







