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ways he couldn’t possibly understand. His hair caught the light from the classroom windows the same way mine did, dark and thick, and 

smiled his whole face lit up with joy that reminded me painfully of Aria. 

“I’ll get him,” Aria said, starting toward the door, but I caught her arm gently. 

“Wait.” The word came out rougher than I intended. “Can I just” I gestured toward the window, unable to quite articulate what I was asking for. “Can I just watch him for a minute?” 

She studied my face for a long moment, her expression unreadable, and then she nodded once. “One minute.” 

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I stood at the window and watched Noah interact with his classmates, cataloging every small detail like I could make up for three years of absence by memorizing this single moment. The way he carefully shared his crackers with the little girl 

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next to him. The way he helped a smaller child reach a toy on a high shelf. The way his transformed his entire face into somet 

ight 

and unguarded. He had Aria’s kindness woven into every gesture, her generosity in the way he moved through the world. Despite having my blood running through his veins, he was nothing like me, and I’d never been more grateful for anything in my entire life. 

“He’s a good kid,” Aria said softly beside me, her voice carrying something that might have been pride or might have been defensiveness. 

“Because of you.” I didn’t look away from Noah, couldn’t tear my eyes away from this small person who carried half my DNA a 

damage. “You raised him right.” 

one of my 

“I did my best.” She crossed her arms tightly across her chest. “Alone.” 

The word landed sending ripples of guilt through 

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my chest. “I know.” 

“Do you?” She turned to face me, her ey 

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and bright with unshed tears. “Do you ry understand what that word means? Three years of bedtimes and nightmares and fevers in the middle of the night? Three years of first words and skinned knees and questions about his father that I couldn’t answer? Three years of doing everything by myself because you told me to get 

rid of him?” 

“No,” I admitted, finally dragging my eyes away from Noah to meet hers. “I don’t understand. I 

can’t. I wasn’t there, and that’s entirely my fault. But I want to learn, if you’ll let me. I want to try.” 

She looked away, blinking rapidly against tears she wouldn’t let fall. “Your minute’s up.” 

She went inside, and I watched through the 

window as Noah’s entire face transformed when 

he saw her. He abandoned his snack and ran 

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I pulled into my penthouse took the private elevator up to my apartment. standing in the middle of my living room and looking at everything I’d built. It was all cold perfection–expensive furniture that no one ever sat on, art that no one ever looked at, windows that overlooked a city I barely saw. Everything here was dead in the way that I’d been dead for thirty–one years, until Aria had walked into my life with her quiet intelligence and unexpected kindness and made me feel things I’d never let myself feel before. 

And I’d thrown her away like she was nothing when she was actually everything. 

I walked to my study and pulled out a box I’d hidden three years ago in the back of my closet, behind suits I never wore. Inside were the only photos I had of Aria from our brief, disastrous relationship. 

Most were from public events–formal charity galas where she’d stood beside me in expensive dresses, her smile never reaching her eyes, h ly language screaming discomfort even though she’d never complained. 

But there was one photo that was different, tucked at the bottom of the box like contraband. It had been taken at the lodge during the weekend I made love to Aria, captured in a moment when Aria hadn’t known I was watching. She was laughing in the photo, really laughing with her whole body, looking at something off–camera that had delighted her. Her hair was wild from the wind, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her eyes bright with genuine happiness. She looked free and beautiful and completely herself in a way she’d never been around me. 

I’d taken that photo without her knowledge and kept it even though I’d told myself 1 felt nothing for her, because even then some part of me had known the truth. She was special. She was home. She was everything I’d never let myself want becaus 

e wanting things meant being vulnerable, and vulnerability meant being hurt the way Marcus had been hurt, the way everyone in my family had been hurt. 

So I’d hurt her first, destroyed everything before it could destroy me, and called it self–preservation when it was really just cowardice. 

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My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. The message made my blood 

run cold: 

Cute family reunion at the preschool today. Noah looks just like you. Same eyes. Same smile. Would be a shame if something happened to him.-M. 

Attached was a photo taken today at the preschool–Noah walking between Aria and me, his small hand reaching for mine, all three of us captured in a moment that looked almost like a real family instead of the broken pieces we actually were. 

Marcus had been there. Watching. Photographing. Planning whatever revenge he’d been brewing for years. 

My hands shook with rage as I called my head of security, a man named Davidson who’d worked for me for five years and had never once given me reason to doubt his loyalty. 

voice 

“I need you to triple the team on Aria Monroe and Noah Monroe,” I ordered, my steadier than I felt. “Close protection, constant surveillance. I want eyes on them every second of every day.” 

“Yes, sir.” He paused, and I could hear the hesitation in his voice before he asked. “Should we inform Ms. Monroe about the additional security?” 

“No.” I looked at Marcus’s threat again, the words seeming to burn themselves into my retinas. “Just keep them safe. They can hate me for it later if they need to.” 

sent along with his moment, a tableau of 

After I hung up, I found myself staring at the photo Mar message. The three of us looked like a family in that capt something I’d never allowed myself to truly want. It was everything I’d been too afraid to reach for, and everything Marcus wanted to destroy because he knew exactly how much it would hurt me. 

I’d spent three years running from the truth, from feelings I couldn’t control, from the undeniable fact that I’d fallen for my wife and been too broken, too damaged by my childhood to admit it. Now it seemed like it was too late for regrets, too late for second chances, too late for anything except damage control. 

Unless Aria gave me one more chance. And why would she do that after everything I’d done, after the way I’d systematically broken her heart and pushed her away? 

My phone rang again, and Aria’s name flashed across the screen. I answered immediately. 

“Someone’s following me.” Her voice was tight with barely controlled fear. “A black SUV. 

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They’ve been behind me since I left the school, matching every turn I make.” 

“That’s my security team,” I said as I stood up from my desk, already reaching for my keys. “I should have told you before I arranged it. I’m sorry for frightening you.” 

“Your what?” The anger that replaced her fear was immediate and sharp. “You’re having me followed without my knowledge or consent?” 

“Protected,” I corrected, though I knew the distinction probably meant nothing to her right now. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. “Marcus contacted me today with a threat. He’s been watching Noah, taking photos. I needed to make sure you were both safe while I figured out how to handle this.” 

“Marcus?” The way her voice shook told me she understood exactly what that meant. “Your brother? The one you told me about?” 

“Yes.” I was already in the elevator, punching the button for the parking garage with more force than necessary. “Where are you now?” 

“Almost home.” She paused, and I could hear her breathing, could picture her checking her mirrors. “Damien, is Noah actually in danger? Tell me the truth.” 

“Not while I’m alive to prevent it,” I said, and the words came out fierce, almost violent in their intensity. “I swear to you, Aria. Nothing will happen to him. I won’t allow it.” 

“How can you promise that?” She sounded close to tears now, her voice breaking on the words. “You couldn’t even keep his existence secret fr you’re telling me you can protect him from your own bro 

press, and now 

“That was Vivian who leaked the story to the press,” I said as I stepped into the elevator. “Your sister has been selling information about Noah to anyone who’ll pay for it. She’s the one who broke the story to the tabloids.” 

The silence that followed was heavy with betrayal and resignation. Then, quietly: “Of course she did. I should have known.” 

I’ve already handled it,” I assured her as the elevator descended toward the parking garage. “I bought off every outlet that was considering running the story, and threatened legal action against anyone who published it. The story won’t run, not 

now.” 

“This time,” she said, and her voice sounded defeated. “But what about next time? What about when Marcus decides to actually do something instead of just sending threats? What about when” She stopped herself, and I could hear her struggling to breathe normally. “I can’t do this, Damien. I can’t put Noah in danger just because you 

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happen to be his father. 

“You’re not the one putting him in danger, I said as I got into my car and started the engine. “Tam. By existing, by being a Blackwood, by being my father’s son and carrying all that family history and those family enemies with me.” 

“Then maybe” Her voice broke completely this time. “Maybe you should stay away us. For his sake, for Noaly’s protection” 

The words gutted me even though I knew she was right, even though the same thought had crossed my mind a hundred times. But I also knew it wouldn’t work. 

from 

“Maybe I should,” I admitted as I started driving, almost without thinking, toward her apartment building. “But I won’t, because running from Marcus won’t actually protect Noah. It’ll just make him an easier target, someone Marcus can get to without having to go through me first.” 

“So what do we do?” She sounded exhausted. “How do we handle this?” 

“We work together,” I said, taking a turn too fast and forcing myself to slow down. “You let me protect you both with all the resources I have available. And maybe, eventually when you’re ready, you let me actually be part of Noah’s life instead of just watching from a distance” 

“I don’t know if I can trust you with that,” she said, and the honesty in her voice cut deeper than any accusation would have. 

“I know you can’t, not yet, I acknowledged. “But you can 

at I’ll die before 1 let 

Marcus hurt our son. That much I can promise you withouy doubt.” 

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There was a long pause, and I could hear her moving around, I could hear Noah making soft sounds in the background. “I’m home now.” 

“I know,” I said as I pulled onto her street and found a parking spot. “I’m outside your building.” 

“What?” I heard her footsteps quickening, moving toward what I assumed was a 

window. “Where?” 

“Black Mercedes, the one I’m flashing the lights on right now.” I did just that. “Directly across the street from your building 

I saw her appear at the window, Noah balanced on her hip, and she stared down at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read from this distance. 

“Come up,” she said finally, her voice quiet but firm. “We need to talk about this.” 

“Are you sure that’s what you want? Lasked as I got out of the car, my heart pounding. harder than it had any right to. 

“No,” she admitted, and I saw her step away from the window “But come up anyway. Third floor, apartment 3B.” 

She hung up without waiting for my response. 

I stood on the street for a moment, looking up at her building, at the light glowing in what must be her window. This was it, the chance I’d been hoping for without really believing it would come. Maybe my only opportunity to make things right, or at least to start trying to make them right. 

I couldn’t afford to screw it up. 

My hand trembled slightly as I pocketed my phone–a tremor I hadn’t experienced since I was a child facing my father’s cold disappointment. Damien Blackwood didn’t tremble. Damien Blackwood didn’t feel nervous or uncertain. Except apparently, he did. When it came to facing the family he’d destroyed. 

I walked to her building and climbed the stairs slowly, giving myself time to think about what I needed to say, how I needed to say it. But with each step, my carefully prepared words dissolved into noise. What could I possibly say that would matter? “I’m sorry” was laughable. “I was manipulated” was an excuse, not an explanation. “I’ve 

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changed” would mean nothing to a woman who’d watched me be cruel with perfect. clarity and intention. 

The truth was simpler and more damning: I’d been a coward. When Aria had started to matter to me, when I’d caught myself noticing the way she tucked her hair behind her ear while reading, or how her eyes lit up during the rare moments I’d actually spoken to her about something meaningful. I’d panicked. Caring meant vulnerability. Vulnerability meant weakness. And weakness was something Richard Blackwood had beaten out of his son years ago. 

So I’d pushed her away, maintained my distance, and when Vivian and Charles had given me an excuse to cut her out completely, I’d taken it. Not because I’d believed their lies–not entirely–but because believing them had been easier than admitting I was terrified of how she made me feel. 

And now I was about to face the consequences of that cowardice. 

When I reached the third floor and stood outside apartment 3B, I raised my hand to knock. My heart hammered against my ribs. Behind that door was my son–a child who didn’t know me, who I’d rejected before he was even born. A boy who was three years old and had never heard his father’s voice, never felt his father’s arms around him. 

What kind of man does that to his own child? 

The answer stared back at me from my reflection in the peenhole: the kind of man who’d become exactly what his father had shaped him to 1. Calculating. Emotionally dead. 

But I wasn’t that man anymore. Or at least, I was trying not to be. 

I had to try. For Noah. For Aria. For the family I’d thrown away and spent three years desperately trying to find again. 

The door opened before I could, and Aria stood there with Noah on her hip, both of them watching me with identical wary expressions that made my chest tighten painfully. 

Time seemed to stop. 

I’d seen Noah before. But nothing had prepared me for this. For seeing him up close. For the reality of my son, solid and real and impossibly perfect, staring at me with eyes that were mirrors of my own. 

His hair was dark and messy, sticking up in impossible directions despite what looked. like Aria’s attempts to tame it. He had her nose, her elegant bone structure, but those 

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eyes–ice blue and piercing–were undeniably Blackwood. On him, though, they weren’t cold. They were curious, bright, alive with the kind of openness I’d lost 

decades ago. 

You,” Noah said, his eyes widening with recognition. “You’re the man from school! The one with the strong name!” 

My throat tightened. He remembered me. From one brief conversation at the playground, he remembered. 

“Hi, Noah,” I managed, my voice rougher than I’d intended. 

“Did you come to play?” He squirmed in Aria’s arms, trying to get down. “Mama said we couldn’t do the relay races, but maybe we can race here! I’m really fast.” 

“Noah, baby, no.” Aria’s grip tightened on him. Her eyes met mine, and the warning in them was clear. Don’t you dare hurt him again. 

But Noah was already wiggling free, dropping to the floor with the boundless energy only three–year–olds possessed. He stood between us, looking from his mother to me with an expression far too perceptive for his age. 

“Are you 

here to make Mama sad?” he asked suddenly, his small face serious. “Because she was sad after we saw you at school. She cried in the car.” 

The words hit me like a punch. She’d cried. Because of mein. 

“No,” I said, crouching down to his level, needing him to 

truth in my face. “I 

never want to make your mama sad. I came to… to keep you both safe.” 

“From what?” Noah tilted his head, curious. 

“From bad people,” I said carefully. “People who might want to hurt you because of who I am.” 

“Are you a superhero?” His eyes lit up. “Do you fight bad guys?” 

Despite everything–the tension, the pain, the impossible situation–I felt my lips. twitch. “Not exactly.” 

“Oh.” He considered this. “That’s okay. Superheroes pretend anyway. Mama says real heroes are people who keep their promises and take care of people they love.” 

The innocence of the statement destroyed me. By Aria’s definition, I was no hero. I’d broken every promise, abandoned everyone should have cared for. 

“Your mama is right,” I said quietly. “She usually is.” 

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Noah studied me for another moment, then apparently decided I passed some internal test. “Do you want to see my room? I have glow stars on my ceiling. They’re really cool.” 

“Noah” Aria started. 

“Please, Mama?” He turned to her with pleading eyes. “Just for a minute? I want to show him my drawing of the spaceship.” 

I watched Aria struggle with the decision, and saw the conflict play across her face. Finally, she nodded, but her eyes stayed on me. 

“Just for a minute,” she said. “Then Damien and I need to talk. Grown–up talk.” 

“Okay!” Noah grabbed my hand–his small fingers wrapping around two of mine–and tugged. “Come on! It’s this way!” 

The feeling of his hand in mine, the trust in that simple gesture, nearly broke me. This was my son. My child. And he was leading me into his room, excited to show me his drawings, completely unaware that I was the man who’d almost prevented his 

existence. 

“Come in,” she said quietly, stepping back to give me room. “But Damien? If you hurt him, if you hurt us again, I will destroy you. Not with revenge plots or lawyers or any of that. I’ll make sure you never see Noah again, ever, for the rest of your life. Do you understand what I’m saying?” 

“I understand,” I said, meeting her eyes and letting her s promise you, in my life and everything I have. I won’t hurt 

I meant it. “And I mer of you again.” 

She stepped aside and let me in, and for the first time in three years, I found myself standing in the same room as my son in a space that wasn’t neutral ground like a playground or a parking lot. 

Noah’s room was an explosion of color and chaos–toys scattered across the floor, books stacked haphazardly on shelves, and yes, glow–in–the–dark stars covering every inch of the ceiling in no particular pattern. 

“See?” Noah pointed upward proudly. “Mama and I put them up together. That’s the Big Dipper, and that’s… um… I forget the name. But it’s really pretty at night!” 

“It’s beautiful,” I said, my voice thick. On the small desk sat dozens of drawings- rockets, planets, stick figures labeled “me and mama.” 

“This is my spaceship!” Noah grabbed a crayon–covered paper, showing me a colorful mess of circles and lines. “It goes to the moon and Mars and everywhere. Do you like space?” 

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“I do now,” I whispered. 

“When it’s dark, the stars glow and it’s like magic and” Noah’s excited chatter stopped abruptly. His small face went serious. “Why are you crying?” 

I hadn’t realized I was. I reached up, feeling the wetness on my cheeks. 

Before I could answer, Aria’s voice cut through from the doorway, cold and sharp. 

“Noah, sweetheart, go wash up for dinner. Now 

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