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The heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse master suite seemed to hum with the tension vibrating between Vincent and Sloan. / Chapter 8 / 30

Chapter 8 - The Unbreakable Bond

Spring bled into early summer, turning the Central Park greenery outside the penthouse windows into a vibrant, lush canopy.

The penthouse had changed. The minimalist, sterile aesthetic had slowly given way to the messy, beautiful reality of a growing infant. There were play mats on the hardwood floors, mobiles hanging from the ceiling, and the faint, sweet scent of baby powder mixed with Vincent’s expensive cedarwood cologne.

Vincent had changed too. The ruthless, unapproachable billionaire who used to sleep four hours a night now spent his mornings pacing the living room floor at 5:00 AM with Willa resting against his chest, humming old lullabies he hadn't sung since his own childhood.

One Saturday afternoon, Sloan stood in the kitchen doorway, watching him.

Vincent was sitting on the sofa, holding Willa in one arm while reviewing a tablet with the other. Willa had her tiny hand clamped firmly around his index finger, her dark eyes wide and alert, mirroring his own intense gaze.

“You’re going to spoil her,” Sloan said softly, leaning against the doorframe with a mug of coffee.

Vincent looked up, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face—a smile that only Sloan ever got to see. “Good. She deserves to be spoiled by someone who isn't afraid of her.”

Sloan walked over, sitting down beside him on the sofa. She reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of dark hair from Willa’s forehead.

“The lawyers sent the final paperwork for the penthouse this morning,” Sloan said quietly. “They dissolved the property split. It’s no longer fifty-fifty.”

Vincent went still, his heart dropping into his stomach. “Oh?”

“They rewrote the deed,” Sloan continued, her eyes locking onto his. “Sole ownership. Transferred entirely to Imani and Willa.”

Vincent stared at her, stunned. “Sloan, I didn't mean for you to take the whole place—this was supposed to be a shared home—”

“It’s not just a property transfer, Vincent,” Sloan interrupted softly. She reached out, placing her hand over his hand on the sofa, right where Willa’s tiny fingers were still clutching his index finger. “It’s a fresh start. No corporate divisions. No legal exits. No backup plans.”

Vincent’s breath caught. He looked down at her hand resting over his, then up into her dark, expressive eyes.

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Evelyn’s fingers tapped rapidly against her scrub pocket, her expression locked in grim determination. The air inside the cramped storage closet smelled faintly of industrial detergent and powdered baby formula, a sterile scent that did little to calm the rising panic clawing at my throat.

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“Are you saying...”

“I’m saying,” Sloan whispered, a brilliant, breathtaking smile breaking across her face, “that if you want to keep this family, Vincent Hale, you’re going to have to prove you know how to stay.”

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