Esther Powés, a young woman living with oscillating anopsia, a condition that robs her of sight during moments of stress, finds her life forever changed when she crosses paths with Sullivan Narok. When Esther saves Sullivan's enigmatic eight-year-old daughter, Bloom, from a would-be trafficker, she unwittingly becomes entangled in their world. Bloom, an eight-year-old with a unique perspective, believes Esther is her soulmate. She tries to bring them together, but her plan goes awry, leading to guilt and danger. Sullivan never anticipated that his feigned attraction to Esther, meant to amuse his daughter, would evolve into a profound love. As danger lurks around every corner, he questions whether keeping Esther close was the right choice, questioning the line between love and security.
View MoreIt was quiet when he got home. Too quiet. Coupled with Bloom’s many emergency beeps, Sullivan’s feet pounded the pavement as he ran inside. Entering the house, he saw Ms. Reid pacing back and forth. When she saw him, she burst into tears. “Little miss is missing!” she cried.Sullivan felt like he had been struck by lightning. Rapidly, he mentally retraced his steps. Things had been quiet lately, so he was sure he had not offended the Underground. Was it one of his enemies? But which one? His mouth pressed into a thin line as he turned to Ms. Reid. “Have you contacted her secret guards?”She stuttered, “Yes, but they lost sight of her three hours ago. They said they couldn’t attack because it was…”A loud ringing sound interrupted her, and with a frown, Sullivan made a beeline for the landline.“Hello?” he spoke into the receiver. The sound of light laughter made Sullivan scowl. He dragged his hand through his hair and growled, “What is the meaning of this, Crimson? Where is my daught
He really was taking her home. She watched the familiar streets flash by. He hadn't said a word since she got in the car, and for that, she was grateful. Still, the silence suffocated her, bringing back memories her father had paid therapists to help her overcome.She silently hoped her secret guards were following her, even as she discreetly tapped the tiny button on her smartwatch that sent an emergency call to her dad. He would see the SOS call and come running back to save her immediately. The thought calmed her somewhat. She turned her neck ever so slightly, risking a glimpse at the red-haired man. She flinched when she saw the lifeless mask was facing her. He had been watching her the whole time.He stretched out his hand and patted her head. "You've grown up, little Bloom. When we last met, you were a sniveling brat, and now..." His gloved hand poked her cheek. "You don't even seem that afraid. Or have you gotten better at hiding your fear?"Cold sweat slicked her back, and bil
Without Bloom forcing her into a gilded dress, Esther looked more modest and demure when Sullivan picked her up for lunch. She wore a plain blue top and fitted jeans. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. Still, Sullivan's heart quivered when he saw her. Simple as she was dressed, there was a beguiling air about her.She didn't meet his eyes when she entered the car; her lips were pressed in a thin line, and she kept looking at her phone.Sullivan couldn't help but ask, "Are you expecting a call?"She looked up at him as if she hadn't noticed his presence. "Er, yes. My friend said she had something to discuss with me."Sullivan nodded and returned to the file in his hand. But he wasn't reading the reports; rather, he stared at the back of her head. She had occupied the front seat, which was strange. Was she still uncomfortable around him? He assumed their midnight snack had drawn them a little closer; it seemed he was mistaken.She turned slightly to face him. "My friend, you've met her
Bloom picked up her school bag and walked down the stairs. Another day to spend in that shoebox they called a school. Perhaps it was high time she asked her dad to push her up a few grades. If she had to watch her classmates stumble over simple arithmetic any longer, she might just bang her head against a wall. As she descended the last step, she noticed her dad and Esther standing together. Her heart raced—was her dumb daddy finally taking the initiative? She contemplated giving them space to talk, but her childish curiosity won, and she stealthily snuck over.Her dad rolled his eyes at something Esther said and replied, "For the umpteenth time, it's okay. I'm not angry, nor do I have a reason to be. Besides, I quite enjoyed myself last night."Bloom stifled a gasp and clamped her mouth shut. Her little face turned red. Last night? Did they…? She shook her head hard and scuttled off, not wanting to hear any more!Returning to the bottom of the stairs, she slowly walked toward the pai
"You'd better have a great reason for calling me out this late," Vito drawled. The colorful flashing lights of the club did nothing to hide the bags under his eyes; he looked ready to fall asleep.Sullivan frowned at his friend. "My, you look dreadful.""Perhaps if you hired an assistant, I would be able to sleep more than two hours a day."Sullivan shrugged, sliding into the booth. "Oh, that's your call to make. You have poor taste in assistants, though."Two of the last three assistants Vito had hired had been corporate spies. The third one was a terrible flirt who bothered the secretaries all day and ended up getting sued.Vito yawned and looked away. "Why are we here?"Sullivan shrugged again. "Nothing much, just wanted to talk."Vito glared at him."What? Can't I?"Vito stood up, swaying like a zombie. "Have fun.""Wait," Sullivan called out. "I do have something bothering me."Vito released a long-suffering sigh and returned to his seat. "What is it?"Sullivan leaned back in his
The hidden security cameras around the house provided enough proof to have his maid taken away, kicking and screaming. She had tried to beg him, but Sullivan couldn't be bothered to keep the disobedient chit around. Usually, he would be searching for a new companion, but thinking about a certain painter, Sullivan couldn't bring himself to try. Besides, issues with the Underground weighed heavily on his mind.Sitting in his study, Sullivan considered what to do. The organization expected total obedience from its members, and Sullivan had to move soon. However, he loathed dragging Bloom into this. Still, he had to move his whole household to the island house soon. Perhaps he could stall Bloom’s move by having her stay with Mrs. Mario. Then, he could take a few maids and make a show of accepting his new home.He sighed and leaned back in his seat, swiveling from side to side, considering that Crimson was sure to ruin any such plans. The Underground might be fully aware of his desire to b
They searched Esther's room thoroughly. Esther hurriedly picked up her pill bottle when a maid emptied her bag onto the floor. Her room was a mess by now. It wasn't big to begin with, yet they had spent nearly an hour overturning the whole place. Phoebe was starting to look panicked—wherever she had placed the stolen item, it was no longer there.The girl noticed Esther watching and stalked over to her side. She grabbed her arm in a painful grip, her nails digging into Esther's flesh. "You must have hidden it, right? I know it's in here, so where did you fucking hide it?"Esther pulled her arm away and glared at the red-faced Phoebe. "You seem a little too shocked that it's not in my room. Be careful, or people will start to think that you stole it to frame me."Phoebe recoiled, turning to look at the maids tossing Esther's clothes about. Some of them had stopped to watch, whispering to each other and leveling Phoebe with suspicious looks. Esther might not have friends among the staff
Sullivan slowly sipped his glass of white wine and smiled noncommittally at the balding, shrewd-eyed man who toasted him. He had been summoned to the Underground's headquarters to officially accept his title of commander. When he arrived, he found a small banquet already underway. Apparently, not only had they held a ceremony welcoming the Narok family as central members without informing him, but they also couldn’t be bothered to wait for his arrival before starting."Ha ha ha ha!" a big bearded man bellowed. He raised the wine glass, which appeared dwarfed between his thick fingers, and thumped Sullivan on the shoulder with his free hand. "It was about time you rose up the ranks. Your family has been more than deserving."Sullivan didn’t flinch, even as the hit threatened to knock him off his feet. He stepped out of reach and smiled at the older man. "Sir Mason, I can see you’re still in ship shape. I thought you were voyaging around the world. What brought you back this time?"Sir
Esther sniffed the air greedily as she watched Amanda pile up her bowl. Piping hot, spicy chicken noodle soup was exactly what her soul needed on this freaking cold afternoon. The weather had been damp and rainy all week, leaving nearly half the staff feeling under the weather. Esther had been helping out where she could, especially in the kitchen—anything to get out of Mrs. Mario's sight, and she had largely been successful."Here you go, girly," Amanda said, sliding the full bowl towards her. Esther watched the red sauce slosh around the thin, glassy noodles. Her stomach growled in hunger."This smells amazing, Amanda," she gushed."Haha, thank you. You not so bad yourself," Amanda chortled.Esther blushed at her remark. Amanda had caught her making late-night noodles once. While Esther had been mortified, the older woman hadn't criticized her but had instead indulged in a bowl as well. She said Esther had enough skill to open her own noodle restaurant. Esther didn't really agree wi
"What is that?" Sullivan asked in disgust. His best friend and right-hand man, Vito, held out the screaming infant wrapped tightly in white swaddling cloth."A baby," Vito droned.Sullivan glared at him. "I can see that. The question is, why do you have the infernal creature with you?"Vito shuffled uncomfortably, still holding out the baby. "Just take it.""Tell me, who owns the child?""Take it first." Vito dropped the child onto Sullivan's desk. The baby released a petulant scream and kicked until it rolled to the edge of the desk. Sullivan caught the bundle before it toppled over. Vito had retreated to the door.Sullivan glowered. "Where the hell do you think you're going?""The child is yours, Sullivan."A heavy denial was on Sullivan's lips when his eyes widened. "Laura?" His face twisted in anger. "You believed that cheating whore?" He looked ready to toss the now silent baby into the trash."Curb your anger, Sullivan. I'm no fool," he fished out several pieces of paper from his
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