The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and faint hope, but Ethan Cole couldn't shake the knot in his chest. Noah lay there, shoulder bandaged, his face pale yet peaceful in sleep. The graze from Isabella's bullet had been shallow, but it could have been much worse. Ethan sat by the bed, holding Noah's hand, fingers intertwined like lifelines. He watched the rise and fall of Noah's chest, and for the first time in days, he allowed himself to breathe. Yet, the unknown message lingered in his mind: The real game begins. I'm the true heir. Who was this half-brother? And why now, after everything had shattered? Ethan pushed the thought aside, focusing on Noah. Their love had been a slow flame, building from stolen glances and heated arguments into something undeniable. But with danger closing in, he wondered if they could fan it without getting burned. Noah stirred, eyes fluttering open. "Hey," he whispered, voice rough from painkillers. "You look like hell." Ethan managed a small sm
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