Don't Look Back Novel Novels & Stories

He took my innocence. I took his secret heirs. Now, he’s back to claim us both. Seven years ago, I gave everything to Lord Andrew—my body, my heart, and my innocence—in a night of unspeakable heat and sweet lies. When I caught him betraying me, I vanished into the dark, raising his twin sons alone while building an empire of my own as a top criminal defense lawyer. Now, a multi-billion-dollar hit on my sons' inheritance forces us face-to-face once more. Andrew is taller, deadlier, and completely untamed. He knows the boys are his, and he's using every dirty trick in the book to pull me back into his dark world. I promised myself I’d resist the intense, intoxicating heat that flares between u

The light dies, and the game begins. I am waiting for that sound. It is my starting gun. You turn, heart hammering against your ribs like a bird in a cage, and you bolt. You don't look back. You never look back. That is your mistake. If you looked back, you would see me. You would see the way I stretch, the way I peel myself off the concrete floor, elongated and hungry, reaching for the hem of your shirt.

I walked home with empty hands and an emptier chest and I didn’t look back because looking back required hope and hope required evidence and the only evidence in that apartment belonged to someone else. The door had clicked shut behind me. The softest sound. And it was the kind of quiet, precise click that sounded exactly like the last page of a book I didn’t want to finish.

Before getting in the car, I turned to look back at the mansion behind me one last time. The windows upstairs were tightly shut. Lorenzo was deep in slumber. Sofia was perhaps having a beautiful dream. 'Goodbye,' I thought. I got in the car, protected from the storm. Valentino entered with a refreshing scent of sea salt. "Drive," he instructed the driver before looking at me. From the trunk, he took a blanket and placed it over my lap. "Any regrets?" he asked. The car drove away from the huge cage that I once called home. I leaned back, looking out at the view flying past me. "The only thing I regret is that I woke up too late," I replied.

He walked quickly, not noticing me at all in the corner. I quietly watched his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, not calling out to him or feeling any reluctance. As the private jet slowly climbed into the clouds, the Corleone territory on the ground shrank into blurred points of light. I leaned back in my seat and finally let out a breath. After six years of obsession, a long dream, I was now fully awake. The winds of Sicily, carrying the salty scent of the sea, were waiting for me thousands of miles away. As for everything tied to the Corleone family, the harm, the betrayal, the deception, it all belonged in the past. …

And for the first time since we'd moved to Magnolia Lane, I didn't look back. *****

Third Person POV Swallowing the sob rising in her throat, Isabella turned and fled. She couldn't let them see her, couldn't let them know she'd overheard their twisted scheme. She found refuge in a dimly lit alcove, hidden behind a towering floral arrangement. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her mind racing, trying to process the betrayal. All of these at once, and that too on her birthday, it wasn't everyday that she would hate herself but today was just it and she had had about enough.

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White roses lined the halls, guards pinned silver wolf badges to their jackets, and every window in the main house blazed with light. Serena was back. The sister who had run from the altar, forced me into her wedding dress, and still somehow remained the daughter everyone loved had finally returned to New York. I entered the code at the front door. Red flashed on the screen. [Denied.] I tried again. [Denied.] In my last life, this had happened too. The day Serena came home, every code in the manor changed: the front door, the wine cellar, the private elevator. Everything was reset to her birthday.

Though I had quietly loved Beatrice for four long years, I never imagined our relationship would start like this. No matter how many times I tried to pull away, she clung to me, refusing to let go. Before I knew it, I found myself giving in to her tender embrace. It wasn't until the next morning that a scream jolted me awake. I never thought Beatrice would forget everything that had happened. In hindsight, maybe it was for the best. I shut my eyes. When I opened them again, peace had settled around me. "Anyway, the past is behind us. Beatrice, please stop interfering in my life, alright?"