Mia's POV.I didn't know how long I had been sitting on the floor of my bedroom. My phone was clutched so tightly in my hand that it felt extremely painful for me but I couldn't stop holding onto it, it was like the only life support I had at that moment.The screen of my phone glowed with the headline that felt like a knife pressed to my throat.DNA SCANDAL: MIA GENOVESE EXPOSED- NOT THE REAL DAUGHTER OF THE GENOVESE DYNASTY.There were other words beneath it. Bastard, fraud, scandal swirling together until my vision got blurred.I wanted to scream or run. Or claw at my own skin, but instead I just start there frozen.I didn't know. I didn't know what to do at that moment. A choked sob forced its way up my throat.This couldn't be true. It couldn't be, my entire life and the parties, the legacy, and the way people looked at me was because I was a Genovese. If I wasn't, then who the hell was I?Before I could stop myself, I was on my feet, grabbing my purse and keys with shaking hands
Isabella's POV.I clutched the edge of the hospital bed as I swung my legs over the side, my breath was shallow. Three days ago I had been wheeled into surgery with odds so cruel that still made my stomach twist.Now I was here, my feet touching the cold floor of a hospital room in India, trying to remember what it felt like to stand on my own. Declan was instantly by my side, his hand gripping my elbow like he thought I might shatter. Honestly, I probably looked like it. My skin was pale, and my arms were thin after weeks of illness and fear. But when I caught his worried eyes, something inside of me hardened.“I have survived worse” I teased softly, even though we both knew that that was a lie. Nothing had ever been this close to the edge.“Baby” he murmured, bending to press his forehead to mine, “I need you to stop trying to act so damn strong. It is okay to lean on me” “I know” I whispered, And I did. More than ever.The doctor came inside with a smiling face as he handed Decl
Declan's POV.The plane touched down in Delhi just as the sun was breaking across the horizon. The light caught Isabella's pale face as she leaned against me.Her eyes were closed, but I knew she wasn't asleep. She hadn't truly rested in days. Neither had I. When the wheels screeched on the runway, my stomach twisted. This was it, the beginning of the biggest gamble of our lives. Either I would take her home, alive and smiling, or I swallowed hard. I couldn't even finish that thought. The hospital's driver was waiting for us at the airport. I kept Isabella tucked close to my side as we walked to the car, my hand was pressed against her back to give her that reassurance that I was still with her and I was never going anywhere without her. I could feel how fragile she was beneath my palm. Every few steps I took towards the front, I would glance down and search her face for signs that she might faint again. But she only managed to smile at me forcibly, I knew she was weak but there wa
Declan's POV.I had faced boardrooms of billionaires, rooms full of cutthroats politicians, entire nations waiting on my every word. But none of this was compared to the swamp of whispers buzzing through the gala hall tonight.Isabella's sickness had leaked and when I asked my sources to trace where the information leaked from, it all pointed at Levi and Cairo.By the time we arrived at the gala, the crowd was already feeding on the information like vultures. I could see it in their sideways glances, the way some of them paused mid-way to murmur behind raised champagne flutes.Isabella stood beside me in a sapphire gown that clung to her delicate body, her shoulders were properly positioned. But her hand in mine was trembling. “Ignore them and let me handle this” I whispered, squeezing her fingers. Her eyes met mine but they were widened and uncertain. God, I loved that look so much on her. That vulnerable trust and it made me want to burn the whole world down just to keep her safe.
Cairo's POV.I spent weeks living off scraps. After everything that happened between me and Ryan I still kept on telling myself that there was still more between us.I kept telling myself that after everything he was still going to remember how I tasted, how I fit perfectly against him.But then I started hearing whispers. Ryan was distant, and more distracted than usual. He was drinking more and I even caught him once at that smoky little bar downtown.His head was in his hands, mumbling Isabella's name like a curse and a prayer all at once. It made my skin crawl. That fragile bitch, even sickly, she held more of Ryan than I ever had. I couldn't compete with a dying girl. Not unless I turned her tragedy into a weapon.So I paid a nurse. A pathetic woman, easily bought with a string of zeros. She handed over confidential reports to me as her eyes didn't fail to look around like she thought the walls might hear or see her. But I didn't care if they did, because I already had what I ne
Ryan's POV.I hadn't expected to linger. I came to my grandmother's mansion that afternoon for one reason alone, and that was to remind my grandmother exactly which Westwood was truly worthy of her loyalty.I thought if I could pry her from Declan's side, it might weaken him and Isabella by extension.But as soon as I arrived, I was told she was out in the gardens. So I wandered that way, rehearsing my smug little speech. The one where I would pretend to be the prodigal grandson, I was going to be humble and concerned for the family’s name, because I was desperate to make amends.That plan shattered the moment I heard Declan's voice, low and strained..“The doctor said it has progressed too quickly. He is urging the surgery soon and I don't want to risk it, it is practically gambling with her life but what other choice do we have grandmother?”I froze at the spot as soon as I heard those words come out from Declan's mouth. My breath was caught in my chest. It felt shallow and sharp.A