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Chapter 1

JENNANew York smells like rain and ambition.The cab window is cracked open, letting the city's cold air brush my cheek as I stare up at the skyline.Neon lights smear across the glass, too bright, too loud, too alive.Nothing in Montana ever looked like this.Back home, the sky was the tallest thing for miles.Here, I'm the smallest thing for miles, and somehow that feels like relief instead of fear.I clutch my purse tighter, fingers trembling.Three days here, and the city still feels like a giant I haven't learned the footsteps of."First time in New York?" the cab driver asks, glancing at me in the mirror."Is it that obvious?""You're looking up instead of down. Locals don't do that.""I'll learn.""You will," he says. "Everyone does. Or they leave.""Which one are you?""Neither. I just drive them."I laugh under my breath. "Fair enough."He glances at me again in the mirror. "What brings you here? Job? Man? Running from something?""A job," I say. "Starting Monday.""No man?"

Chapter 2

JENNAHis hand is warm.That's the first thing I notice—warm, steady, confident, like he's done this a thousand times.I'm not sure why I take it.Maybe because I'm new here.Maybe because something about him feels inevitable.We step into the cold night, and his hand doesn't let go.He doesn't rush.He just walks beside me, matching my pace, like the city belongs to him and he's decided to lend me a piece of it.The streets are quieter here, away from the bar noise, just the hum of traffic and the occasional siren somewhere blocks away."Where are you staying?""On 82nd. A small apartment. I just moved in.""Montana to Manhattan. That's a hell of a jump.""Yeah. I'm still adjusting.""You will. This city tests you. But if you survive it, it becomes yours.""Is it yours?"His jaw tightens. "It used to be."There's a story there, something sharp, but I don't push."Why did you come to New York?" he asks."My parents died when I was little. My grandparents raised me in Montana. They alwa

Chapter 3

JENNAFor a moment, the world stops.The city hums behind the glass walls of his office, a glittering skyline stretching endlessly beyond him, but all I can see is him.Jaxon is the CEO of Vale Industries.The man who walked me home last night.The man who almost kissed me.The man who made my heart race in ways I didn’t know were possible.And now—My boss.My new reality slams into me so hard I forget how to breathe.He’s standing behind a sleek black desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, looking like he stepped out of a magazine and into my worst nightmare.Or my best one.His eyes widen when he sees me, shock flickering across his face before something darker settles in.“Jenna,” he says, voice low. “What are you doing here?”I swallow hard. “I—I work here.”His jaw tightens. “Doing what?”“I’m the new executive secretary.”Silence.Thick. Heavy. Electric.He steps around the desk, moving toward me with slow, measured steps, like he’s approaching something dangerous.Or something

Chapter 4

JENNAThe next few weeks pass in a blur of tension so thick I can barely breathe.Every day, I sit outside his office, typing reports, answering calls, pretending I don’t feel his eyes on me every time he walks past. Pretending I don’t replay that almost‑moment in his office every night before I fall asleep.Pretending I’m not falling.Fast.And he’s not helping.Not when he watches me like he’s starving.Not when his voice drops when he says my name.Not when he stands too close, breath brushing my neck, pretending it’s accidental.We’re both pretending.Until the night we stop.**It’s late. Everyone has gone home except me and Jaxon. I’m finishing a report when I hear his office door open.“Jenna.”I look up.He’s standing in the doorway, jacket off, tie loose, eyes dark with something I’ve seen building for weeks.Something dangerous.“Come here,” he says.My heart stutters. “I—I’m almost done with the—”“Now.”The word sends a shiver down my spine.I stand slowly, walking toward

Chapter 5

JENNAJaxon’s mother looks nothing like him.She’s colder.Sharper.Her eyes sliced through me the moment I opened the door to his penthouse, expecting Jaxon… and finding her instead.“Ms. Hart,” she says, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “We need to talk.”My stomach drops. “Jaxon isn’t here.”“I know,” she replies, voice clipped. “That’s why I came.”She walks through the living room like she owns it — because she does. Her heels click against the marble floor, each step a warning.I close the door slowly. “Is something wrong?”She turns to me, expression unreadable. “Yes. You.”My breath catches.She reaches into her purse and pulls out a checkbook.My heart stops.“I’ll make this simple,” she says. “Leave my son. Leave this city. Today.”I stare at her, stunned. “I’m not taking your money.”She writes anyway, pen gliding across the paper with practiced ease.“You will,” she says. “Everyone does.”“I’m not everyone.”She looks up, eyes narrowing. “You’re a distrac

Chapter 6

JENNACold.That’s the first thing I feel.Cold pavement against my cheek. Cold air slicing through my lungs. Cold fear crawling up my spine.Then—voices.Muffled. Distant. Warped, like I’m underwater.“Miss? Hey—hey, can you hear me?”A man’s voice. Deep. Urgent. Close.I try to open my eyes, but the world tilts violently, spinning into streaks of light and shadow. My stomach lurches. My fingers twitch uselessly against the concrete.Something warm touches my shoulder.“Stay with me,” the voice says again, firmer this time. “You’re bleeding. I need you to stay awake.”Bleeding.The word slices through the fog.My baby.I try to speak, but only a broken gasp escapes my lips. Pain shoots through my abdomen—sharp, hot, terrifying. My vision blurs again.“Shit,” the man mutters. “Okay. I’m picking you up.”Strong arms slide under me, lifting me off the ground. My head falls against a solid chest. I smell soap. Clean cotton. Warm skin.Not Jaxon.Someone else. Someone safe.“Ambulance is

Chapter 7

JENNAThe morning feels like waking underwater.Everything is muted—the light, the sounds, even my own heartbeat. My body aches in places I didn’t know could hurt. My mouth is dry. My stomach throbs with a dull, warning pulse.For a moment, I lie still, afraid to move. Afraid to remember.But memory doesn’t wait.I slide a shaky hand to my stomach.“Please,” I whisper. “Stay with me.”A faint flutter answers.Relief hits so fast my eyes sting.A soft knock breaks the silence.Dr. Ellis steps in, her expression warm but focused. “Good morning, Jenna. How’s the pain?”“Manageable,” I say, though it’s a stretch.She checks the monitor, then looks at me directly. “Your baby’s heartbeat is strong. No new bleeding. That’s the good news.”My chest loosens a little.“But you need to be careful,” she continues. “Your body can’t handle another shock like last night.”I nod. I don’t trust my voice.She hesitates. “The man who brought you in… he’s still here. He stayed all night.”My breath catch

Chapter 8

JENNAI wake to the soft clatter of dishes and the low hum of voices drifting from the kitchen. For a moment, I lie still, letting the unfamiliar quiet settle around me. No machines. No nurses. No footsteps in sterile hallways.Faith’s apartment.Safety — or something close enough to pretend.I push myself upright, wincing at the pull in my abdomen. My hand goes instinctively to my stomach. The flutter beneath my palm is faint but steady.Still here.Still fighting.I shuffle into the living room.Faith is at the counter, hair in a messy bun, stirring something in a mug. Ivan sits at her tiny table, laptop open, eyes narrowed in concentration. They both look up when they hear me.“You should be in bed,” Faith says.“I’ve been in bed for two days,” I murmur. “I needed to see something that isn’t a ceiling.”Ivan closes the laptop halfway. “How’s the pain?”“Manageable.”He doesn’t believe me, but he lets it go.Faith gestures to the couch. “Sit. I’ll get you water.”I lower myself onto

Chapter 9

JENNAThe name on the screen doesn’t feel real.Kingsley.It sits there in faded ink, a ghost resurrected from a file that was never meant to be seen. My breath catches, and for a moment the room tilts — not violently, just enough to remind me that the ground beneath me has never been steady.Faith’s hand tightens around mine. “Jenna… breathe.”I try.It comes out shaky.Ivan watches me carefully, not pushing, not speaking, just letting the weight of the moment settle.“I don’t understand,” I whisper. “My mother never—she never said anything. Not a name. Not a hint.”Ivan nods. “She didn’t want you to know.”“But why?” My voice cracks. “Why hide something like this?”Faith shifts closer. “Maybe she was scared. Maybe she was protecting you.”“From what?” I ask, but the question feels hollow. My mother is gone. The answers died with her.Ivan turns the laptop back toward himself. “My cousin is still digging. This is just the first breadcrumb.”Breadcrumb.The word feels too small for so

Chapter 10

JENNAFaith’s apartment feels smaller today.Maybe it’s the rain tapping against the windows, or the way the clouds hang low over the city like they’re pressing down on the roof. Or maybe it’s the fact that my entire world has narrowed to one impossible task:Calling a grandmother I never knew existed.Ivan stands near the window, arms crossed, watching the street below like he expects danger to climb the fire escape. Faith sits beside me on the couch, her knee touching mine, grounding me.My phone lies on the coffee table between us — screen dark, number typed in, waiting.The number.The one Ivan’s cousin found after digging deeper into the Kingsley records. A landline in Surrey, England. A house older than the country I’m sitting in.My stomach twists.“I can’t do this,” I whisper.Faith squeezes my hand. “You can."Ivan turns from the window. “You don’t have to say much. Just… let her know you exist. That’s all.”“That’s not small,” I say, voice cracking. “That’s everything.”He n

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