Page 105 of Silent Oaths
Home.
Thethought catches me off guard.TheWhitmoreestate has become my home, and strangely enough, it feels right.
Aswe leave the warehouse, stepping into the crisp night air,Iglance back one last time at the darkened building.We’releaving behind the pain, the secrets, the twisted legacy we’ve fought so hard against.
Now, we’re free to build something new—something ours.
EPILOGUE
Isabel
Themorning sunlight filters through the tall, expansive windows, bathing the new house in a golden glow.Ipause halfway down the grand staircase, fingertips trailing over the smooth railing, taking a quiet moment to breathe it all in.
It’sstill surreal, even after a year.
TheWhitmoremansion is reborn, rising from the literal ashes of the old one.Thebrothers insistedIbe involved in every detail, every decision, from the architecture to the décor, weaving my presence into every room of the house.Ahome built from trauma but shaped by our shared healing.
Istill haven’t figured out who my real family is, butIwon’t give up.Julianhas been helping me sift throughEbonridge’sarchives, searching for any thread that might lead me to the truth.Theodorehas been pulling strings, reaching through his network of connections in waysIdon’t dare question.Progressis slow, frustratingly so, but at leastI’mnot searching alone anymore.
Andmaybe that’s what matters most, because even without answers,Ihave a family now, in the strangest, most unexpected way.VerónicaandValeriacome around often, their presence adding warmth to the house.Ronniehas even grown closer to her adoptive brothers and cousin, blurring the lines between blood and bond until it doesn’t really matter anymore.We’reone big, dysfunctional mess, stitched together by circumstance, by choice, by something that feels an awful lot like love.
Ican’t help the scoff that escapes as the memory surfaces of the night we came back to the estate almost a year ago.Theodore,Julian, andMaxwellquietly sat me down, faces serious, and simply saidIwas free.Icould go, if that’s whatItruly wanted.
Iwas furious.Confused.Hurt.Howcould they think it was that simple?
I’dlost it then, yelling at them like a madwoman, demanding to know how they dared set me free after stealing over half a year of my life—after weaving themselves so intricately into every part of me.Myheart.Mymind.Mysoul.They’dbroken and rebuilt me, taken everything, only to casually give it all back?
No.
Itold them it was too late, that they couldn’t just unravel me and expect me to stitch myself back together without them.Irefused to leave, refused to even consider it.
Andthose three men—those infuriating, complicated, beautiful men—simply smiled at me.Theodore’smouth curled knowingly,Julian’seyes lit up with warmth, andMaxwell’ssmirk grew wider thanI’dever seen it.
Becausethey knew exactly what they were doing.Itwas never really about letting me go.Itwas about me finally choosing them.
AndIdid.
Somewherealong the way,Ifell for all three of them.
WhatIhave withTheodoreis intense, intimate—undeniably a relationship.WithJulianandMaxwell, it’s different.Theydon’t come to me separately; they come as a pair, always moving in sync, always knowing what the other needs.Theydon’t ask for love the same wayTheodoredoes, but it’s there, deeply rooted.
Thelines are messy, blurred in all the ways that should scare me, but they don’t.Somehow, it works.
Ilove them.
Eachbrother fulfills a part of meIdidn’t know was missing.
“Areyou planning on staying there all night,Siren?”Theodore’ssmooth voice cuts through my thoughts from the bottom of the staircase.
Iglance down, finding all three of them gathered there, watching me intently.Juliansmiles tenderly, dark eyes full of admiration.Maxwellstands beside him, leaning casually against the wall, his gaze mischievous and inviting as always.Theodoreremains poised in the center, the calm, reassuring presence that anchors us all.
Iraise an eyebrow playfully. “Justenjoying the view.”
Maxwellchuckles deeply, shaking his head. “Carefulnow,Starling.Flatterywill get you everywhere.”
Julianrolls his eyes, nudgingMaxwellwith his shoulder. “Behave.”
Theodoresteps forward, reaching a hand toward me. “Comejoin us.Wehave a surprise for you,” he announces, lips quirking up at the corners.
