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Chapter 21- Uncharted Waters

BROOKLYNI woke up to warmth. Not the scratchy blanket the hospital had given me, but something steadier, firmer. A shoulder.Dominic’s shoulder.For a moment I didn’t move, my lashes still lowered, my cheek pressed against the fine wool of his jacket. His cologne lingered faintly, clean, understated, infuriatingly expensive. My body had betrayed me sometime in the night, giving in to exhaustion, leaning into him as if he were a safe harbor instead of the storm he so often was.When I finally stirred, I felt him shift ever so slightly. Not to push me away, but as if he’d been awake, waiting for me to notice.“Comfortable?” His voice was quiet, low enough not to disturb the room.I jerked back, cheeks warming, trying to pretend like my hair wasn’t an absolute disaster. “I—I must’ve dozed off.” I ran my fingers through my hair.He didn’t smirk or tease, which was somehow worse. Just that unreadable look, softened at the edges. “You needed it.”Before I could answer, a small voice piped
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Chapter 22- Fireworks

BROOKLYNThe ship was even larger up close. Its white hull stretched impossibly tall above us, decks stacked like a glittering crown against the fading sky. Elliot tugged me forward, practically dragging me, his hand hot and eager in mine.I tried to keep my voice calm, grounding, even though part of me was just as overwhelmed. “Slow down, El. The ship isn’t going anywhere without us.”He grinned back at me, eyes sparkling, cheeks still a little pale but flushed with joy. “I know, but Brook, it’s huge! Look! There’s a theater up there—two! And oh my god, that’s a movie screen!”I followed his pointing finger, biting back a laugh. His excitement was a balm, a reminder of why we were even here. For once, he wasn’t a boy recovering from surgery. He was just a kid again.Behind us, Dominic’s voice carried, low but steady as he continued directing staff with our luggage. His parents and siblings walked ahead in a cluster of poised elegance, like they’d done this exact trip dozens of times
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Chapter 23- Plan

DOMINIC Birthdays had stopped meaning anything to me years ago.As a child, they were parades of crystal glasses clinking, gold ribbons, a new toy polished and placed in front of me by servants I didn’t know by name. My parents tried in their way, grand dinners, gilded celebrations but even then I understood it was less about me and more about appearances.As an adult, they turned into business opportunities, an excuse for partners and shareholders to flatter me with gifts I didn’t want, while whispering behind their champagne about how many years I had left before my empire collapsed under its own weight.So when I woke this morning to silence, no staff, no family, no pre-arranged “celebration” I thought, for once, it might pass like any other day.But the bed was empty beside me.Her side of the sheets were already cool, as if she’d been gone for hours. I sat up slowly, scanning the room. The bathroom door stood ajar, light off. No trace of her. For one irrational moment, my chest
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Chapter 24- Calm before the storm (2)

DOMINIC Birthdays have always felt… performative to me. Another reminder that time moves, that expectations grow heavier, that the world is watching for cracks. My family loves their theatrics—yachts, champagne, candles that cost more than most people’s rent. I usually endure it, mask on, voice steady, ready to parry whatever passive-aggressive comments my siblings lob my way.But this year feels different and i am more happier..Because she’s here.Brooklyn. Sitting across from me at the low mahogany table in the lounge, the evening glow catching strands of her chestnut hair like they were lit with gold. Elliot tucked against her side, nibbling on a macaron she broke in half for him. My son in this fiction, my responsibility in reality. The boy who keeps peering up at me like he’s trying to figure out if I’m the sort of man who stays or disappears.I sip champagne I don’t taste. My eyes keep wandering back to her lips. The way they curve faintly every time Elliot whispers something
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Chapter 25- Calm Before The Storm(3)

DOMINIC Brooklyn’s nails dig into my sleeve as the ship groans under the weight of the waves, her body tight against mine. Elliot buries his face into my chest, trembling, his arms clutching at my shirt like he believes I’m the only anchor left in the world. The pain in my back is sharp, a raw throb radiating from where I hit the table, but I don’t let it show. Not when their lives feel balanced in my arms. My jaw locks, muscles straining as the yacht bucks again, nearly throwing us sideways. Broken glass skitters across the floor. Plates crash, wine bleeding red against the marble like spilled blood. My mother is shouting. Someone—Camilla, I think—is sobbing uncontrollably. The chandelier swings overhead, each sway threatening to tear it loose. But none of that matters. Not right now. Because all Brooklyn and Elliot can do is cling to me, lean into me, trust me to shield them from the storm. And I swear to myself, I will. “Hold on to me,” I grit out, my mouth close to her ear.
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Chapter 26- Mistaken

BROOKLYNThe ship’s horn echoed one last time as it docked against the shore. Sunlight poured across the water, golden and restless, making everything shimmer like a painting.For once, I felt light, almost untethered. Elliot leaned over the railing, pointing excitedly at the gulls circling above, his laughter ringing out. Dominic stood beside me, his hand brushing against mine as though it belonged there, as though it had always been there. I hadn’t expected sweetness from him, not really. But he had been soft these last few days—gentle in his own quiet, commanding way.“Did you have fun?” he asked Elliot, his deep voice low but touched with warmth.Elliot turned with a wide grin. “Best trip ever! Even better than the fair.”Dominic’s lips quirked upward in what might have been a smile. “Then I’d call it a success.”My chest tightened, an odd, unfamiliar ache spreading through me. It was strange watching Dominic like this—human, almost tender. A part of me wanted to believe this wa
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Chapter 27- Manipulation

DOMINICThe echo of Isabelle’s voice still clung to the walls long after she had gone.Her perfume lingered too, sharp and suffocating, as though she had deliberately left it behind to stake her claim on a house that wasn’t hers.“She’ll never fit into this world, Dominic. She’ll ruin you…use you. You can’t polish something that was never meant to shine.”The words replayed like a broken record, slithering under my skin with poisonous familiarity. Isabelle had always known exactly where to aim her daggers: not at me directly, but at the people I allowed too close. Years ago, I’d brushed off her cruelty like rain on glass. But now? Now it gnawed at me.I stood in my study, jaw tight, staring at the fire that had long gone cold. My reflection in the window opposite showed me the man she’d accused me of being — cold, detached, unfeeling. Was that who I was? Or who I’d become to survive?The knock came softly, hesitant. Only one man in this house knocked like that.“Enter,” I muttered.Mr
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Chapter 28- Drifting Apart

BROOKLYNThe morning light slipped through the curtains far earlier than I needed it to, but I was already awake. Habit had its claws sunk deep into me, and no amount of marble floors, gilded staircases, or staff in tailored uniforms was going to change that. Elliot needed to be ready for school, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else take that from me. That was mine—the one thing I could still do for him without Dominic or his world interfering.I slipped out of bed quietly, padded across the soft carpet, and tugged on one of the plain sweaters I brought from our apartment. Comfortable. Familiar. The kind of thing that reminded me I was still myself, even here.When I entered Elliot's room he was still asleep, sprawled out in the big bed that looked like it could swallow him whole. His hair was sticking up in a dozen directions, his face soft and boyish. For a moment I just watched him breathe, my chest tightening with the kind of fierce, protective love that never seemed to dull.“El
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Chapter 29- Conflict

DOMINICThe kitchen was silent after she left, but the silence wasn’t peace—it was jagged, sharp, like glass pressed into my skin. Brooklyn’s footsteps pounded up the stairs, each one a punctuation mark on the argument I’d just lost. Not that I would ever admit it aloud. My fists curled against the marble countertop, jaw clenched so tightly my molars ached. She had stood there, looking me in the eye, tearing me down with words no one else in this world would dare to say to me.Coward. Gosh that word was still ringing in my head.She didn’t even flinch when she said it. And damn it, she wasn’t wrong. That was the worst part. Isabelle’s words still burned in the back of my mind, Alcott’s words replayed like an echo, and Brooklyn’s fury had lit a match to it all. For the first time in years, I felt… unsteady. I hated it.I could have let it go. I could have ignored her. I could have buried myself in work, pretended none of this mattered. That was my specialty. But as I stood there, the i
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Chapter 30- Gala Gone Wrong

BROOKLYNI had been to events before—formal dinners, stiff luncheons, even the occasional charity auction where Dominic’s name carried more weight than anyone else’s. But nothing compared to this.The annual Blackwell Foundation Gala.The moment i stepped out of the sleek black car, all eyes seemed to snap toward Dominic and I. Flashbulbs ignited like a storm, camera shutters clicking furiously, and the low hum of murmurs rippled through the crowd lined up outside the hotel’s towering glass entrance. I could feel the stares sliding over me like icy fingers. I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin, and forced my lips into the kind of poised smile I’d practiced in the mirror but still felt unnatural wearing.Dominic, of course, looked untouchable.His tall frame cut an imposing silhouette in his midnight blue tuxedo, the sheen of the fabric catching the light in a way that made him appear sculpted for the night. His steel-gray eyes barely flicked toward the flashing cameras, instea
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