All Chapters of Unworthy No More : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Isla’s POVThe clink of cutlery should have been ordinary. Just a child finishing breakfast, a man sipping coffee. But for me, it felt…unfamiliar. Dangerous, even.Sophie leaned into Alexander as though she had every right, as though the space beneath his arm belonged to her. And the terrifying thing was that he let her. He did not hesitate, he did not stiffen nor did he treat her as an inconvenience. He simply was there, steady and present.I should have pulled her back, reminded Sophie not to overstep. Reminded myself that this was temporary, that we could not get used to this. But instead, I had caught myself watching the way his hand shifted almost unconsciously, protecting her without smothering her.For her three odd years, Sophie had never known what it meant to lean on a man and feel safe. And for those years, I had promised myself that was fine...that I was enough. But seeing her against Alexander’s side, so effortlessly at

Isla Hart’s POVSophie had an uncanny way of keeping me on my toes. I should have known, given her intelligence, quick wit, and the sharp little glint in her hazel eyes. But today, she had surpassed anything I had imagined.I stepped into the kitchen, expecting the usual chaos of cereal boxes and juice stains, but instead found Sophie perched on a stool at the counter, a stack of notes and colored pencils before her. Alexander was beside her, leaning lightly against the counter, his hands folded behind his back, watching patiently.“What are you two up to?” I asked, curiosity piqued, though a part of me feared the answer. Sophie did not look up. “Planning our day,” she said simply, voice full of the certainty only a three-year-old could have. “You’re busy, Mommy, so I need Daddy to help me.” Alexander’s lips twitched, a small, amused smile. “I’m listening,” he said, crouching to her level. “What do you need me to do?”Sophie handed

Isla Hart’s POVThe sun had barely touched the city when I felt that familiar tightness in my chest. I shook it off, chalking it up to nerves. Sophie’s daycare pickup was usually a quiet affair, and I had planned to linger a little longer at Horizon Outreach today. But Sophie, as usual, had other ideas. “Mommy, Daddy’s coming?” she asked, tugging at my hand as we stepped onto the sidewalk.I froze mid-step, realizing what she meant. Alexander had told me last night that he would drop by to see how she had settled into her activities. My chest warmed. Sophie’s little mind had already painted Alexander as a safe harbor, a father, and I could see her small, eager face light up at the thought of his presence.We arrived at the daycare, Sophie practically bouncing in excitement, holding my hand. The gates swung open, and the familiar caretaker waved. I let out a quiet sigh, thinking today would be ordinary.But ordinary ended as soon as

Isla Hart’s POVThe morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows, warm and almost mischievous, as if conspiring with my mood. My phone buzzed in my hand. Lia. I swiped to answer. “Morning, Isla! You have to check the latest on that…well, the usual suspects,” Lia chirped, voice brimming with amusement. “You’ll want to see this.”I frowned, tilting the phone so I could see the screen while carefully balancing my steps down the stairs. The gossip blog Lia forwarded was updated with the latest hospital news. Viola. The mistress. The one Nathaniel had paraded like a prize. And the headline…oh, the headline. “Viola Blake Delivers: Identical Twin Daughters Join the Blake Lineage!”I blinked once, twice, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching my phone to my chest. I laughed so hard I did not notice my foot sliding on the polished stair. My arms flailed for balance, and in the next heartbeat, Alexander’s firm hands closed around my w

AlexanderI leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching Isla and Sophie in quiet awe. It was one of those rare mornings when the world seemed still, every little sound amplified, the clatter of cereal, Sophie’s soft giggle, Isla’s gentle voice, calm yet alive with affection.I didn’t interrupt. I just stood there, letting myself absorb the scene. Isla bent down, gathering the toppled blocks, her hair falling in loose waves around her face. There was a soft concentration in her eyes, a fierceness I had come to recognize...her love, her protection, her undying will to shield Sophie from the world. And yet, there was a softness now, a trust that hadn’t been there before.Sophie glanced up at me, eyes sparkling. “Daddy Alexander!” she squealed, holding up a block triumphantly. I smiled and knelt, taking the block from her tiny fingers, ruffling her hair gently. “That’s perfect, pumpkin,” I said, my voice low, careful not to startle her. “Do you want to build the tower together?”