Hospital

Nate’s POVIt was Monday morning after the wedding I woke up with a headache that wouldn’t stop.We had finished the press photo shoot for Vogue after the meeting yesterday and today was the two-hour interview about “the new Sterling power couple” that made my skin to crawl. Celeste answered most of the questions while I sat there smiling like a trained dog and our hands locked together like a happy couple.Tomorrow we leave for Paris, two weeks of honeymoon I wasn’t ready for.But today, I have one thing to do: visit my father in the hospital.The drive to the hospital was quiet. Celeste checked her phone constantly, typing responses to God knows who. I stared out the window, trying not to think about how trapped I felt.At the hospital, Celeste immediately changed from a businesswoman to a devoted wife. She smiled at my father and touched his hand gently.“Richard, you’re looking so much better.” Her voice was warm and laced with concern. “I’m so glad you’re recovering.”“Celeste.”

Last Updated : 2026-01-23

Paris

Nate’s POVIt’s been two days in Paris. Our luxury hotel for our honeymoon overlooked the Eiffel Tower, the kind of view that should’ve been romantic.But It wasn’t.Celeste had planned everything down to the last minute. Breakfast at eight, Louvre at ten, lunch at some Michelin-starred restaurant, shopping on the Champs-Élysées, dinner at another expensive restaurant with too many forks.Everything was scheduled and photographed for Instagram.I went through it all like a robot. I smiled for pictures, held her hand when cameras were around and I said a few words needed to be said.But my mind was somewhere else.My father’s words wouldn’t just stop echoing. “Do you even know who you married?”Our hotel suite had two bedrooms. Celeste’s excuse was jet lag, exhaustion from the wedding planning. We hadn’t touched each other since the wedding night and that even felt more like a must to do than desire.She dragged me to the Eiffel Tower yesterday. She made me take about fifty pictures of

Last Updated : 2026-01-24

Truth

Wyatt’s POV“I need space, Wyatt.”Avery’s words kept echoing in my head for days straight, still sharp as broken glass that I couldn't focus on my work.I sat in my hotel room staring at a glass of whiskey I’d poured but wouldn’t drink, the table was scattered with documents needed to be sorted out.My hands shook slightly as I set it down the glass. I wasn’t the type to break things or punch walls when angry or pissed. Control was what I did best.But right now, control feels impossible for me.I couldn’t leave Seabrook. The doctor’s warning played on repeat in my head like a recording I couldn’t shut off. I know she'd kicked me out, told me to leave her alone. But I couldn’t. Not when one bad day, like that day, could destroy everything.I pulled out my phone from my pocket and called my security team.“I need discreet surveillance on the beach house, far enough she won’t notice but close enough to respond in seconds if anything happens.”“Copy that. How many men?”“Three rotating

Last Updated : 2026-01-26

Erased

Wyatt’s POVI didn’t sleep.I sat in my hotel room with my laptop open with running searches, making calls to contacts who specialized in things most people didn’t want to know about. Marcus also worked through all the night tracking vehicles, running plates and checking hotel registries within a fifty-mile radius.By six in the morning, he walked in carrying a folder. His expression already told me everything before he opened his mouth.Marcus dropped the folder on the table in front of me. “Davis Investigations, based in New York. High-end firm that specializes in locating people who don’t want to be found.”I opened it and I saw photos of a middle-aged man with professional camera equipment and telephoto lens. His license plate was registered to the firm. Hotel check-in was dated five days ago at a place two towns over.“Who hired them?” I already knew the answer but needed to hear it.Marcus opened another page of the folder. It contained an invoice header visible in the backgrou

Last Updated : 2026-01-26

All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 31 - Chapter 34

Hospital

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Truth

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