Noah Sterling
The iron gates of the prison vibrated with a final, metallic thud, marking the end of Angelica’s five-year sentence. To the world, she was a released convict; to herself, she was a woman forged in cold, unbreakable steel. Waiting by a sleek Mercedes were her parents and Noah Sterling. Noah looked exactly as he did the night he watched her struggle in that alley—polished, blonde, and perfectly composed. Back then, she had worshipped his "Golden Prince" persona. Now, she only saw the coward who had stayed in the shadows while she fought for her life, the man whose silence at her trial had sealed her cell door. "Angelica," her mother whispered, too nervous to offer a hug. "Let’s get you home," Noah added, his smooth baritone dripping with patronizing pity. He reached for her bag, his blue eyes expecting the old, adoring Angelica to resurface. "Everything is going to go back to the way it was. I’ve missed you." Angelica didn't smile. She didn't cry. She simply let the bag drop into them.
About Noah Sterling
The iron gates of the prison vibrated with a final, metallic thud, marking the end of Angelica’s five-year sentence. To the world, she was a released convict; to herself, she was a woman forged in cold, unbreakable steel. Waiting by a sleek Mercedes were her parents and Noah Sterling. Noah looked exactly as he did the night he watched her strugg...Read more