เข้าสู่ระบบHe lowered himself to one knee, right there on the gala stage, in front of five hundred people and a live stream audience of thousands."Taylor Jones," he said. "Will you let me stay?"The tears I'd been holding back broke free. I looked down at this man—this impossible, stubborn, fiercely loving ma
"Then what do we do?"I thought of Leanne on my doorstep, hollow-eyed and armorless. I thought of the envelope still sitting on our counter, her silent offering. I thought of every headline that had called me fraud, gold-digger, social climber, liar."Trust me," I said.The gallery ballroom was a se
Taylor's POVMy mother stood on the doorstep and told me she'd told Eleanor Sterling to go to hell.I didn't invite her in.Not because I was cruel. Because I was frozen—twenty-two years of abandonment, resentment, and carefully buried longing crashing together in the space between one heartbeat and
"No," I agreed. "But she's fighting on our terms now. That's all we needed."The next morning, the call came from a different hospital.Not Dylan's. I'd almost forgotten there was another battlefield.It was his mother's lawyer. Formal, brief, stripped of emotion: "Mr. Kade's medical team has determ
Taylor's POVFor three weeks, Eleanor Sterling circled its edges—making calls, probing weaknesses, testing the weight of her restraints. But she didn't step over the line. The agreement held. The silence stretched.And in that silence, something unexpected grew.Peace.It wasn't announced or celebra
He leaned forward slightly."The decision about Mr. Kade's care rests with his doctors and his legal next of kin. Taylor Jones has no role in that process—and it is a testament to her character that she has never sought one. She has not spoken, because there is nothing she can say that would not be
Taylor’s POVSilence should fade. It should thin out, soften, loosen its grip.But this silence doesn’t.It grows teeth.the backlash hasnt slowed— its mutated spreading across the internet like wildfire that refuses to burn out.no matter how many posts i scroll past how many replies i mute Aiden’s n
Taylor’s POVThe notification hits like a slap.at first its just a buzz on my phone— nothing unusual but then i see the name flashing on the screen: Ella is live.my stomach twists.for a second i just stare thumb hovering over the screen. Curiosity wins before reason can stop me.The moment I tap, h
Taylor’s POVThe hum of the athlete camp fills the air rubber soles squeaking against the polished court the echo of bouncing football syncing with bursts of laughter.it is so alive loud and everything i should feel connected to but my focus keeps slipping.i sit at my desk near the window the glow
But my eyes still find him.He doesn’t notice me.or maybe he does and chooses not to show it.thats the thing about Aiden— hes impossible to read unless he wants to be.he stands there cool and untouchable the calm in every storm, and for some reason that calm feels cruel right now.i glance down







