At that moment, upon hearing his brother's name—Oliver—William's smile faded instantly. His mood shifted like a quiet storm rolling in. His eyes darkened with something deeper, something he couldn't explain out loud. Even though he and Oliver had grown up sharing everything—from toys to secrets, from fights to forgiveness—there was one thing William was not willing to share. Not even with his own brother.
Cora.
Cora wasn't just any girl. She was the only woman that made William feel like he was more than just a wealthy heir. When she smiled at him, he forgot every pressure that came with the family name. When she looked into his eyes, he felt seen—not for his last name, not for the future his father had planned, but for who he truly was. And to William, that was a feeling worth fighting for.
