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Too Good At Goodbye’s: The Architect’s Hidden heir Resurface
ZARA’S POVI wake before the alarm.For a moment I lie still, listening.The house is quiet. The air conditioning hums softly. Somewhere down the hall, a faint rustle. Luca shifts in his sleep sometimes, even now.Five years.Five years since I chose him.I slip out of bed and walk barefoot down the hallway. I push open his door gently.He is sprawled across the bed, blanket kicked to one side, one arm thrown over his head. His hair falls over his forehead. His face is peaceful.I walk closer and sit on the edge of the bed.The worst person in my life gave me the best thing that ever happened to me.The thought does not sting anymore.It settles.I lean down and kiss his temple.He stirs slightly.“Mama,” he murmurs without opening his eyes.“Go back to sleep.”He nods once, already drifting.I brush the hair away from his face.“You changed everything,” I whisper.Then I stand and leave quietly.Back in my room, I shower quickly. The water clears the last traces of sleep. I dress in
Too Good At Goodbye’s: The Architect’s Hidden heir Time Flies
ZARA’S POV“Luca.”Silence.“Luca, where are you.”I heard the quick footsteps before I saw anything. Then Maria’s voice rose slightly, controlled but edged with concern.“Lord gracious, where’s this child now.”A sudden pop echoed from the kitchen.Not loud enough to shatter anything. Not violent. Just sharp enough to startle.Maria gasped. “What was that.”From beneath the kitchen counter came a triumphant shout.“It worked.”I stepped through the front door just as Luca crawled out from under the counter, a small plastic container in his hand, flour dusted faintly across the tiles.Maria pressed a hand to her chest. “What experiments do I have to clean up now. Your intelligence will be the end of me.”Luca stood up and brushed his knees, trying to look very serious.“It was on purpose,” he said quickly. “Baking soda and vinegar make gas. I saw it in my book. I just wanted to see how big it would get.”Maria put her hands on her hips. “You wanted to see how big it would get under my
Too Good At Goodbye’s: The Architect’s Hidden heir A New Story
ZARA’S POVThe city lights blurred past the cab window as I stared straight ahead.My child.Not his.Mine.The word settled deeper the more I repeated it.Mine.By the time I reached the hotel, my hands were steady.I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and looked around the room that had held my collapse, my rage, my indecision.“This ends here,” I said quietly.I walked straight to the desk, picked up the small white bag, and stared at it for a long moment.“You don’t get to decide anything for me,” I muttered.I walked to the trash can and dropped it in.The pills hit the bottom with a dull sound.No hesitation.No second thoughts.I let out a breath I did not know I was holding.“I’m keeping you,” I whispered, pressing my hand gently to my stomach. “You’re not a mistake. You’re not punishment. You’re not revenge.”My throat tightened.“You’re mine.”Tears burned briefly, but they did not fall.I moved.Suitcase open. Closet emptied. Dresses folded with precision. Shoes wrapped car
Too Good At Goodbye’s: The Architect’s Hidden heir My Future
ZARA’S POVI sat on the edge of the bed with the pills resting in my palm.Two small tablets. Clinical. Silent. Heavy.They were supposed to end things neatly. Quietly. Like deleting a file you did not want to acknowledge anymore.I stared at them until my eyes burned.“This is not happening,” I said out loud. “This is not my life.”My phone buzzed on the bedside table. An alert. Market update. Sinclair Group stock had crashed overnight. Analysts swore it would keep plummeting . But then the announcement of their wedding day . In a fee says they’d be legally hitched. A romantic distraction. A narrative pivot.I laughed once. Short. Sharp.“So that’s it,” I muttered. “That’s all it took.”I set the pills down and stood abruptly. The room tilted. I gripped the dresser until it passed.Nausea again.“You’re really committed to making yourself known,” I whispered, anger threading through my voice.I paced. Stopped. Paced again.I told myself I was only remembering because my body was h
Too Good At Goodbye’s: The Architect’s Hidden heir Why Now
ZARA’S POVThe hospital room smelled like antiseptic and something faintly sweet that made my stomach turn.I stared at the ceiling tiles while the monitor beside me hummed steadily, like it was mocking how calm everything seemed when my head was anything but.Pregnant.The word felt obscene. Like a bad joke delivered too late.I pressed my lips together and let out a sharp breath through my nose.“No,” I whispered.My hand curled into the sheet. Of all the things that could have happened. Of all the timelines I could have survived. This one felt cruel in a way that went beyond strategy or revenge or loss.A child.With him.“With a domestic bastard who’s getting married to someone else,” I muttered bitterly.The nurse glanced up from the chart near the door. She hesitated.“Everything okay, Ms. Vance?”I forced my face into neutrality. “Fine.”She walked over anyway, professional smile firmly in place.“You’re stable now. We’ll discharge you once the doctor signs off.”“Good,” I said
Too Good At Goodbye’s: The Architect’s Hidden heir Public Silence
ZARA’S POVThe invitation arrived on embossed ivory card stock, thick enough to feel expensive between my fingers.The Helios Initiative.European Green Energy Summit.Stockholm.Mark had always loved an audience.I stared at the card longer than necessary, my stomach tightening with a familiar unease that had followed me for days now. I told myself it was nerves. Anticipation. Hunger.Asher was inviting me to be his plus one and it was starting to sound like the perfect place to crush my Ex.Asher noticed my hesitation.“You do not have to attend,” he said evenly. “We can handle this from the outside.”“No,” I replied. “I want to be there.”I needed to see it. I needed to watch him try to rewrite history again.By evening we had arrived. Asher had come to pick me up from the hotel. The venue was a cathedral of glass and steel overlooking the harbor. Everything about it screamed permanence. Legacy. The illusion of clean futures funded by dirty money.Inside, the air buzzed with curat
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