LOGINANDREA’S POVMy phone rang sharply on the desk, cutting through the quiet tension in Ryder’s office. I glanced at the screen and saw Lily’s school number. My stomach dropped instantly. I answered with trembling fingers, pressing the phone to my ear.“Hello?”“Ms. Morgan, this is Mrs. Ellis, Lily’s teacher.” The woman’s voice sounded hurried and concerned. “Lily fell during PE class. She was running and collapsed. The school nurse thinks it relates to her heart condition. We called an ambulance immediately. She has been taken to Allentown General Hospital. You need to get there right away.”The words slammed into me like a physical blow. I gripped the edge of the desk as the room spun. Lily. My baby. Her heart. The same fragile heart that had caused us so many sleepless nights in the hospital. I pictured her small body on the ground, struggling to breathe, teachers hovering around her. Tears blurred my vision immediately.“Oh God,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Is she conscious? Is she
RYDER’S POVI adjusted my cufflinks in the mirror while the first hints of sunrise touched the skyline beyond the windows. Six o’clock sharp. The soft click of the front door told me Andrea had arrived exactly on time, as always. Despite everything between us, she remained professional. That discipline only made me want to test it more. She stepped into the dressing room carrying her tablet and a coffee she had already prepared exactly how I liked it. Black, two sugars. Her hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, and she wore a simple navy blouse and pencil skirt that hugged her figure. I caught her eye in the mirror and smiled. “Good morning, Andrea,” I greeted. “Good morning, Mr. Santos.” She kept her voice crisp and set the coffee on the side table. “Your first meeting is at eight thirty. I have already sent the revised projections to the team. The car will be ready in forty minutes.”I watched her move around the room with practiced efficiency.Five years ago she had stumbled in
ANDREA’S POVI followed Marcus into the dimly lit club with a knot the size of my fist lodged in my throat. I had not wanted to come. Every instinct screamed at me to walk away, but Ryder’s unexpected command in the restaurant left me no graceful exit. Now the bass vibrated through my heels as we wove through the crowd toward a high table near the bar. Marcus pulled out a stool for me with exaggerated charm. I sat stiffly, keeping my arms crossed and my purse between us like a shield. He ordered two cocktails without asking what I wanted. When the drinks arrived, bright and overly sweet, he raised his glass. “To old flames and new beginnings.” I left my glass untouched. “There are no new beginnings here, Marcus. Say what you need to say so I can leave.” He leaned forward, eyes gleaming under the colored lights. “I have missed you, Andrea. Every single day. What we had was real. I made one stupid mistake on your birthday, and I have regretted it ever since.” I stared at him in disb
RYDER’S POV I sat across from Marcus Reeves in the private dining room and studied him like a predator sizing up prey. The man who had destroyed Andrea’s trust five years ago now wore an expensive watch and a nervous smile. He had no idea this meeting was never about business. Not really. I had orchestrated every detail. His family’s failing company, the desperate plea for a merger, the carefully leaked information that brought him to this table. All of it served one purpose: to make him pay for breaking her heart. Andrea sat rigid beside me, her posture straight and professional. I could feel the tension rolling off her in waves. Every time Marcus glanced her way, my jaw tightened. She belonged to me now, whether she admitted it or not. Lily tied us together, and I would eliminate every threat to that bond.Marcus cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. “Mr. Santos, my family appreciates you considering the merger. Our real estate holdings have strong potential, but we need fresh
ANDREA’S POVI arrived at Ryder’s sprawling residence at exactly six in the morning, the sky still dark with the last traces of night. My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the steering wheel before stepping out. Everything had shifted since yesterday. He was no longer just my boss. He was Lily’s father. The man whose child I had hidden for five years. The thought made my stomach twist into knots. I needed this job more than ever, but facing him now felt like walking into a minefield. The front door opened before I could knock. Ryder stood there in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms. His hair still looked slightly damp from a shower. He smiled that slow, dangerous smile that always unsettled me. “Good morning, Andrea. Come in.” I kept my expression professional and stepped past him into the marble foyer. “Good morning, Mr. Santos. I have your schedule ready. The first call is at seven thirty with the Tokyo team.” He closed the door behind me
RYDER’S POVI stood at the large window of my penthouse, staring at the city below while my phone buzzed again on the coffee table. Grandfather. I ignored it for the third time that morning. The old man could wait. Right now I needed space to process the fact that I had a daughter. An almost five-year-old girl with my eyes and my stubborn chin. The knowledge settled warm and fierce in my chest, pushing aside every other problem. Lily. My daughter. The words still felt new and electric every time I thought them. Happiness like this had not touched me in years. Not since the early days with Elena before everything turned sour. This felt different, clearer, more real. I had missed five years, but I would not miss another day. Andrea had kept her from me, and part of me still burned with anger over that. Yet another part understood the fear that drove her to run. My world had nearly destroyed one child through scandal. I refused to let it touch Lily. I finally silenced the phone and hea







