LOGINHeather’s POV
“…No.”
The whisper trembled on my lips as my vision slowly blurred. I swallowed hard, refusing to believe what my own body was telling me.
“No…”
Wiping my cheeks, I tried again, using every ounce of strength I had left to move my legs. But they weren’t moving.
Not even the slightest twitch.
I couldn’t stop the tears that began pooling in my eyes.
Why? Why wasn’t anything happening?
I reached down with trembling hands, grabbing hold of my thigh.
I could feel it beneath my fingers; I could feel my legs. It was right there.
So why… why couldn’t I move it?
A shaky breath escaped me. “No…”
This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
“It’s temporary,” I whispered desperately, more to myself than anyone else. “It has to be…”
I pushed against the mattress again, determined to force myself upright. The moment I did, a sharp pain shot through my back, forcing a cry from my lips.
Was I really paralysed?
Before I could try again, someone gently caught my shoulders. “Easy.”
I looked up, immediately only to find Ryder staring down at me, his proximity causing my heart to race even more.
From the little I had gathered, he seemed to be the most gentle-looking one amongst them, but now his expression had turned serious.
“Don’t force yourself,” he said calmly. “You’re only going to make your injuries worse.”
“Let go of me.” The words came out weaker than I intended, and I found myself shrinking back into the pillows behind me, like it would help the situation I was in.
Unfortunately for me, Ryder didn’t let go. Instead, his grip remained careful, almost afraid of hurting me.
I tried to shut it out of my mind, I tried to shut them out of my mind, but the moment Ryan spoke again, I felt triggered.
“Please,” he said quietly. “You need to calm down.”
“I said let go!” My voice cracked, and I shoved his hands away as best as I could. “I don’t know any of you! I want to go home. Now!”
The words echoed through the room, and I didn’t miss the way pain flashed across Dominic’s face as he looked at me.
He then took a step forward. “Hea—” he paused, shaking his head lightly. “…Elara.”
My heart skipped in my chest as I moved back on instinct.
Dominic seemed to be disturbed by that, correcting himself immediately. “No, listen to me. There’s something you need to—”
“Dominic.” The other guy, whom I still wasn’t sure of, spoke up, his voice cutting through the room.
“Ugh! What the hell was going on here?!”
My legs weren’t working, and here I was, trapped in a place I’d never seen before, surrounded by complete strangers, and I didn’t even know how to feel about it because the situation was just so ridiculous to me.
My chest tightened painfully. “No…” I muttered, shaking my head over and over again. “No, no, no…”
Everything was happening too fast, far too fast, that it felt like I was losing my mind.
“Please…” My voice trembled. “Just stop,” I begged, and surprisingly, even though they had been whispering to themselves just a few seconds ago, they stopped.
And simply stood there, watching me with those sympathetic expressions that only made everything worse.
“Stop looking at me like that!” I cried, my voice suddenly rising. All three of them stiffened. “I don’t know any of you!”
Tears blurred my vision, and I regretted the fact that I couldn’t just get up and run out of the room.
Ryan inched forward, trying to speak. “Elara, you just need res—”
“I am not Elara!” I spat out, “I don’t fucking know who she is, and I certainly don’t belong here!”
Their whole bodies went taut, my breathing becoming even more ragged, each breath coming quicker than the last.
“I just…” My voice broke. “I just want to go home.”
Ryder took a cautious step forward, choosing his words wisely. “Miss—”
“Don’t!” I practically shouted, flinching away from him. “Don’t come any closer!”
He immediately stopped, lifting both hands slightly in a gesture of surrender. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I don’t care!” I sobbed. “I don’t know you! You keep saying you’re my brothers, and keep acting as if you guys know me, but you don’t!”
“I have a family!” My voice cracked. “I have a husband!”
Dominic shut his eyes briefly, like he was trying to force himself to stay quiet. “Elara—”
“I said stop calling me that!”
The room immediately fell silent, and for a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of my uneven breathing.
Ryder then slowly turned toward the other two. “This isn’t helping.” His voice was low, but I could still hear him clearly. “She’s having a panic attack. We need to give her space.”
“But—” Dominic began.
“No.” This time Ryder’s tone carried quiet authority. “Right now she doesn’t need answers. She just needs to calm down, and then we’ll sort this out.”
I didn’t want to give their words too much thought. All I really wanted was for them to get the hell out of here.
The other one, Jeremiah or whatever, studied me for a long moment before giving Dominic a small nod. “He’s right.”
Reluctantly, Dominic took a step back. His eyes lingered on me, filled with emotions I couldn’t understand. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “We’ll leave for now.”
Surprisingly, no one argued after that. Then one by one, they headed toward the door.
Ryder was the last to leave. Before stepping outside, he looked back at me. “If you need anything…” He hesitated. “…just call.”
The door clicked shut, and a calm silence swallowed the room, one that wasn’t going to be interrupted any second now.
And then, every ounce of strength left my body, a low, broken sob escaping my lips.
I then buried my face in my trembling hands as tears poured freely down my cheeks.
Why?
Why was all of this happening to me?
I thought I had seen it all, but now, my legs?
A choked cry escaped my throat.
I couldn’t even run anymore.
The thought alone shattered something inside me.
Then another thought struck. So suddenly that my breath caught.
The baby. My baby.
My hands slowly fell into my lap as I remembered the look in Vivienne’s eyes as she explained everything to me.
I squeezed my eyes shut as another sob tore through me.
Please…
Just let my baby be okay.
HEATHER’S POVThe words remained hanging in the dining room after I said them, and for several seconds, none of my brothers responded. Dominic leaned back slowly in his chair, studying me with the same serious expression he used whenever he was assessing a threat. Jermaine's eyes moved between Dominic and me, while Ryder remained unusually quiet. Nobody looked shocked that I wanted revenge. What surprised them was how calmly I had said it.“What exactly do you mean by destroy?” Dominic finally asked, his voice steady. “I don't want Adrian killed,” I answered. “I don't want him arrested, and I don't want anyone warning him either. I want him to lose the life he thinks he's secured.” I paused before adding, “And I want Vivianne standing beside him when everything starts falling apart.”Jermaine leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “What do you already know?” he asked. I told them about the corporate signing and everything Julian had helped me uncover. I explained how imp
HEATHER’S POVThe next morning, I woke to sunlight falling across my face. The curtains were already open, and Julian was standing beside the window with his hands in his pockets, looking completely comfortable for someone who wasn't even a member of this household. I stared at him for a few seconds before asking, “What are you doing here this early?”He turned toward me with an amused expression. “You used to sleep through everyone calling your name when we were children.” I frowned at him. “I don't remember that.” “I remember it,” he replied, and there was something so casual about the exchange that I almost forgot I had only met him properly yesterday. I shook my head, but a small laugh escaped me.“You're crazy,” I told him. He smiled. “You said that a lot too.” I rolled my eyes before trying to sit up. The movement reminded me immediately that my legs still weren't strong enough to do everything myself. Julian noticed and stepped toward the door. “I'll get someone to help y
JULIAN’S POVFor a moment, I couldn't speak. I had imagined finding Elara for eighteen years, but none of those moments had prepared me for seeing her alive. She was sitting only a few feet away from me, looking at me with a cautious expression, while I struggled to understand how the little girl I had spent years searching for had become this woman.I studied her face, searching for the features I remembered. Her eyes were the same, especially the way they narrowed when she was unsure about someone. Even the slight crease between her brows looked familiar. I had carried those memories for so long that seeing them again felt almost unreal. I looked away briefly, trying to steady myself before facing her again.“I don't remember you,” she said quietly. I had already been warned about that, but hearing it from her still hurt. I forced myself to nod. “I know,” I replied. She hesitated before adding, “And my name is Heather.” “You don't have to call yourself Elara because I do,” I told
HEATHER’S POVThe next morning, I finished breakfast in my room before the rehabilitation instructor arrived, and by then I was already tired of looking at the same walls. When she came in, she didn't waste time repeating everything the doctor had told me the day before. Instead, she helped me settle into the wheelchair and explained that today's session would focus on controlled movements, balance, and rebuilding the strength I had lost rather than trying to force my legs to do something they weren't ready to do. I listened without arguing, mostly because I had finally realized that fighting every instruction wasn't going to make me independent any faster.“Try shifting your weight slightly to the left,” she instructed as she positioned my hands against the chair. “Don't rush it. Hold yourself there for a few seconds, then slowly return to the center.”I followed her instructions, concentrating on keeping myself steady even though the movement made my arms and stomach muscles ache.
HEATHER’S POVThe doctor waited until the door closed behind the brothers before pulling a chair closer to the bed. He checked my back first, then my hips and legs, asking where I felt pain and whether anything felt different from before the fall. I answered each question honestly, watching his face as he worked.“You haven't caused a serious new injury,” he finally explained as he put his medical bag aside. “The fall hurt you, but I don't see anything that suggests you've made your condition worse.”Relief passed through me so quickly that I almost laughed. “Then I'm fine?”“You're stable,” he corrected as he gave me a look that made it clear he wasn't finished. “That doesn't mean you should keep trying to get out of bed by yourself. Your legs need time, and forcing them won't make them recover faster.”“I can't stay in this bed forever,” I argued as I pushed myself a little higher against the pillows. “I can't spend the rest of my life waiting for someone to carry me whenever I ne
HEATHER’S POVI kept the folded paper hidden beneath my pillow long after I discovered it. I wanted to open it again, but I was too tired to deal with another strange piece of my life that didn't make sense. After everything that had happened, my head already felt like it was about to burst. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I drifted in and out of sleep for most of the night, waking now and then whenever I shifted and remembered that I still couldn't move my legs.By morning, my back was sore, my body felt heavy, and I was getting tired of lying in the same position. I looked around the room and noticed the call button sitting on the other side of the bedside table. It wasn't far, but it was far enough that I would have to ask someone to come and help me again. The thought made me sigh. Why does everything have to be so difficult now?I had never liked asking people for help, and being unable to do even the smallest things without someone else was starting to make me feel helpless.I p







