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Rowan. Fuck, I am a nervous wreck. My heart was beating erratically, and I could barely contain the shaking in my hands. The last time we did this, we were both young, and neither of us wanted it. She’d been trying to escape from me with my baby, and I’d been angry at the whole universe for the fa
“Yeah, what uncle Gabe said... Mom wouldn’t run; she’s excited about marrying you again. Her happiness is so sweet, it’s enough to give someone a sugar rush.” He gives me a smirk, one that is eerily similar to mine and that of Gabe. I was about to say something when the wedding march began. Standi
Book 2; Prologue. Gabe. I sit in my office, my mind reeling. Worry for my brother consumes me day and night. It’s been a couple of months since everything went south with Emma and since he informed us that he married Ava because he’d gotten her pregnant. Since then, since he lost Emma, he hasn’t
That wasn’t my sector. Rowan is the one in charge of merging and acquiring new businesses. He was fucking good at that, but right now he’s not in a position to do anything for that matter. At only twenty-two, we were on top of our game. I’m not fucking bragging, but everyone in our industry knew of
I stand on the side with a glass of champagne in my hand, just watching. Everyone seems to be happy and in a good mood, which is more I can say about myself. We’re at the reception of Rowan and Ava’s second wedding, yet I can’t bring myself to be excited. Don’t get me wrong, I am genuinely happy fo
I turn to my brother. I hadn’t even noticed that he was no longer by Ava’s side. I’ve never seen him this happy, well apart from the day Noah was born and the day Iris called him papa for the first time. His smile was blinding and his eyes were shining. He looked and seemed different from the Rowan
I stare at the reports in my hands blankly. This past few weeks have been, to say the least, heavy. In other words, I fucking hated the last couple of weeks, especially because the board kept breathing down my fucking neck. Except for my dad, I wondered if the rest of the fuckers had nothing better
Harper My eyes land on the picture of Liam, my late husband. It’s been two years and I still miss him like crazy. Sighing, I put the broom down and picked up the picture. I take a seat on my worn-out sofa and just stare at him, lovingly tracing his face. We’re trying to move on but it hasn’t been