Novel & Cerita After The War I Went Back To New York

I finally returned to New York,after two years of running,hiding, and grieving, not just for my mother but for the version of myself I'd lost. After Rolda left for work, I dressed quickly, threw my hair into a ponytail, and grabbed my bag. I needed to see the city again,breathe its chaos and reclaim my freedom. The apartment felt safe, but it also felt like a cage if I stayed in it too long. By mid-morning,I had hailed a taxi and instructed the driver, "Walmart." The streets of New York passed in a blur. For the first time in years, I felt the simple thrill of privacy. Strangers moving around me,none knowing my past,none watching me.

And Ivy Cross wasn’t about to back down. I just hoped New York was ready for me. When I finally got back to my apartment, the familiar quiet hit me like a wave. The hum of the city outside, the soft click of the door closing behind me… it was a small comfort after the chaos of the office and the night out.

And when I returned, when I came back to New York, I wouldn’t be the broken woman who left. I’d be unstoppable.

Zara's POV After nearly three weeks away, we finally returned to New York, but the glow of our trip lingered on my skin like sunlight. Spending the new year with him, away from everything and everyone, was the best moment of my life. Back at his house, we sat curled together on the couch, recounting each place we’d visited as if saying the words out loud could make them real again. Our laughter overlapped, our voices tumbling over one another like two kids swapping secrets.

Seven years passed. I had taken Sebastian’s advice and enrolled at Columbia Business School. I studied hard, graduating at the top of my class. With Sebastian’s help and the knowledge I had from my last life, I started my own import-export business. I worked long hours, I made tough decisions, I built my empire brick by brick. By 1952, my company was one of the most successful in New York. In my last life, I had always wanted to start my own business.

“She is not coming with me." The words felt heavy. “But.." “No one can know about her " I cut in my voice firm “Not where I am going."Silence stretched between us. Then "I understand." I closed my eyes briefly. “Good." Because if there was one thing I knew for certain it was this: going back to New York was not a business trip. It was a war. This time I was not walking in as the woman who begged. I was walking in with everything to lose. A secret that could destroy us both.

, I say before shooting him in the head, and blood comes splattering all over me. “I’ve got her”, I hear the sound of one of my men inside my ear. They have Hazel. I run to the front door waiting for her. My heart beat fast. The war is finally over. All the dead bodies surrounding us make us believe that is finally over and we will be able to live our lives without it happening anymore. We finally proved we are the leaders. We rule New York, and they can always try to take us down, but we survive, and we prevail. We are the best of the best, and no matter what they throw our way, we fight, and we make it disappear.

Coward. _______________________ A few days later, we finally returned to New York. The city skyline stretched endlessly outside the car windows while Ethan stared outside quietly beside me. He looked relieved to be back home after weeks of paranoia, hospitals, and safehouses. I understood. Budapest changed things including 'Us'. The sweet home felt strangely normal after everything that happened. Familiar silence. Familiar walls. For the first time in weeks, Ethan actually looked relaxed. Until work resumed. Unfortunately for me, the world never stopped moving.

Saying this made Nora understand all what he was saying and the reason why he needed so many securities around him. "I understand now" She said under her breath that If Dominco didn't have his super hearing he wouldn't have heard what she said,going back to looking out the window Nora sighed,she had missed the city of New York,she missed taking the subway to the DE BAUTCHERY HOTEL',she missed serving drinks and all,she missed shaw,missed her little apron,she completely missed her life in New York but still will not trade her moving to new Jersey for anything.