Not by blood—but by choice, by loyalty, by every bond that truly mattered.
He crossed the room in seconds and pulled me into his arms, his voice rough with guilt. “I’m sorry… I should have come sooner.”
I pressed my face against his chest, unable to speak through the tears.
That same afternoon, he transferred me to a private hospital under his own name, shielding me from everything and everyone.
Before I left the city for good, I mailed that small box—the remains of the heir the Blackcliff family had wanted so desperately—to their estate.
Then I sent Ronan one final message.
We’re over.
I blocked his number. Deleted every trace of him. No hesitation.
From that moment on, Ronan Blackcliff ceased to exist in my world.
And he never would again.
