The Billionaire's Widow

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Paige’s POV

“I told you, you need the car, Jase.”
He sighed and sank into the couch. It was late, and after the long, chaotic day, I was thankful I had the day off tomorrow. I could already feel the tension melting from my shoulders.

“I still can’t believe we’re moving to Tribeca. These rich people... they’re not so bad after all,” he said with a grin.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “I thought the same thing when they showed me the house.”

“It’s only been a month since we moved here, and now we’re packing again. I was starting to like it here, you know. Everything was close—my friends, school... It felt like home.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’re not moving to another state, Jase. Tribeca is literally a few minutes away.”

He nodded reluctantly. “You’re right.” A beat passed. “Okay, since we’ll be a little farther from school, I accept the car.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.” He smiled.

“Alright then, I’ll make the call tomorrow and set up an appointment. You can go in and pick whichever one you like.”

“Thanks, Paige.”

“You’re welcome.” I stretched out and stood. “Now, I’m starving. What should we order?”

Hailey’s POV

I was curled up in the living room with a blanket, watching one of my favorite old shows. The twins had been out like lights the moment we got home—between the zoo and the park, they’d run themselves into the ground.

“Hailey?”

I turned to see Charlotte walking in. She looked concerned.

“Yeah?”

“It’s almost midnight. You should head to bed.”

I giggled. “This is my brother we’re talking about. I have to wait up.”

“I know,” she said, sitting down beside me. “But I don’t think that couch is doing your back any favors.”

“You’re worrying too much.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “Bobby said they were about to land like ten minutes ago. They’ll be here soon.”

She sighed, but nodded. “Thank God they arrived safely.”

“Exactly.”

She leaned back. “I’ll wait with you then.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, and we turned back to the screen. Midnight came and went, but I wasn’t anxious—the airport was almost an hour away. I just kept glancing at the clock until I finally heard a car pull into the driveway.

“They’re here!” I jumped up and rushed to the door.

Bobby was already stepping out of the limo and circling around to open the back. My brother was the first out—tall, confident, and unmistakably Nathan. The moment our eyes met, we both smiled. I ran straight into his arms.

“You’re here,” I murmured into his shoulder.

“God, you’re heavy,” he teased.

I pulled back and smacked his arm, laughing. “You’re impossible.”

He just grinned as Annette stepped out behind him, elegant and graceful as always.

“It’s good to see you, Hailey,” she said, her French accent warm and soft.