Her Birthday His Forbidden Desire novel Chapter 29

**Twilight Carves Destinies by George Orwell 29**
**Chapter 19**

Sloane was acutely aware that Declan was not the sort to back down without a fight. His determination was palpable, a relentless force that hung in the air like an uninvited guest.

As the night wore on, he remained outside her apartment building, kneeling in the shadows, a figure of desperation and regret. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on his silhouette, illuminating the anguish etched on his face.

When dawn broke, Sloane deliberately set out early, her heart racing with the hope of evading him. She walked briskly towards the bakery, her mind swirling with thoughts of pastries and coffee, anything to distract her from the looming confrontation. But as she made her way down the street, a sleek red convertible glided up behind her, its engine purring like a predatory cat.

“Sloane, please… just give me a chance. Let me make things right,” Declan’s voice drifted towards her, thick with desperation.

“I know I’m a bastard who doesn’t deserve forgiveness. I could kneel for days, punish myself however you want, and it still wouldn’t compare to a fraction of the pain you went through,” he continued, his eyes pleading for understanding.

“But I never wanted a divorce. I’ve already had Vivienne committed to a psych hospital. I never loved her, not for a second.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Sloane’s brows knitted together, a frown deepening as she processed his plea. The cacophony of his voice was exhausting, a relentless drumbeat that echoed in her mind.

Finally, she halted in her tracks, crossing her arms defiantly, a cold smirk playing on her lips. She turned her gaze towards the man in the car, just as another vehicle roared up behind them, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom that seemed to glide ominously through the morning haze.

“BANG-”

The sound was deafening as the Phantom collided with the rear of Declan’s convertible, the impact sending the sports car careening sideways into a nearby tree.

The driver’s door of the Phantom swung open, revealing a man clad in a light gray suit. He stepped out with an air of deliberate grace, his long legs striding purposefully towards the wreckage.

Devlin leaned down, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the chaos around them. He peered into Declan’s stunned face, then nonchalantly flicked a business card into his lap.

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