SARAHAs my job at the museum almost came to an end, I spent most of each day in my apartment, which was currently a nearly completely empty apartment. While waiting for the new furniture set to arrive, I sat on the floor with my laptop and tried to learn as much as I could about the Duncans.After my conversation with Eleonor, I was more than aware that I couldn't act like a damsel in distress, and I surely wasn't going to let Jeanette humiliate me again. Repeating that knowledge is power, I shoved a slice of pizza into my mouth and read another boring article about what a wonderful family the Duncans were. Of course, I nearly threw up a few times already, wondering how much Duncans paid the reporters to write such ridiculous praises. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that Mr. Duncan had been secretly working as Santa Claus and that his wife was the new version of Mother Theresa. In those articles, Jeanette was presented as an elegant and intelligent businesswoman, but h
My new neighbor stood with his extended hand while I froze for more than several heartbeats. I wasn't sure what made me react this way. Perhaps it was Jun's recent words telling me that I had nothing to fear from my neighbors. Well, this statement needed to be corrected because Mr. Matt Wallace looked like the exact opposite of the word “safe.”Once I shoved away the initial shock, I shook his hand and cleared my throat. “Sarah Hill. Pleasure to meet you. Now you need to excuse me; I need to—"“You live here alone?” His eyes carefully studied every inch of my face, and I could feel myself blushing.“No,” I choked out, grabbing the door handle of my apartment.“Is there a husband I should worry about?"My mouth dropped open. Was he trying to flirt with me?! I met him like ten seconds ago! My hands fisted, and I drew a deep breath, preparing to give him a biting response, but he spoke first.“I'm sorry.” He raised his hands in surrender, but he didn't sound even remotely apologetic. “Th
“So did you tell him?” Joy demanded. “Did you agree to have that dinner with him?”We were talking over the phone for more than an hour. As soon as I mentioned my new neighbor, she insisted I tell her every detail of our peculiar encounter. And so I did, skipping only my not-so-decent thoughts about his body.“I said no,” I told her.“Why?” she blurted out.An awkward laugh escaped me. “Well, isn't that obvious? I have a boyfriend! I will not go out with some other guy.”“Technically, you are not in a real relationship. You have a virtual relationship with a lot of maybes and what-ifs,” she clarified, and I rolled my eyes.“Alex and I promised each other—”“No,” she cut me short. “You promised him while he stays in an official relationship. How can you be sure that he doesn't sleep with his fiancée? Wouldn't it be the first thing he could do to assure her he doesn't intend to annul his engagement?”I was ready to argue with her, but then I closed my mouth. The bitter fact was that I c
ALEX“It's always a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Ravenford.” George O'Fallon, that old fox, grinned as he extended his hand toward me.It took me two whole days to convince that irritating man to sell the old hotel that barely made any profit. Then it took me another two days to negotiate the price and detailed conditions of our contract. I was on the verge of exploding more times than I could count, but finally, I had his signature on every document. The hotel was mine.Mustering my best professional smile, I shook his hand. “Glad that we made that deal, Mr. O'Fallon.”“I hope you'll give a new life to this marvelous old building,” he said as his eyes seemed to memorize the patterns of the half-ruined mosaic on the ceiling.“You will have a chance to see for yourself. I intend to invite you to the grand opening,” I told him.O'Fallon clasped his hands together and laughed. “I'm looking forward to it.” Then his lips twisted into a smirk, and he placed one hand on my shoulder.
SARAHAir caught in my throat as I stared at Alex—Alex, the man I missed and wanted to see for days and whom I definitely didn't expect to see at that moment. This was probably the worst moment for us to meet. This was definitely the worst place for us to meet. What the hell was he doing here?! How did he know I was here?!And then the realization came. The tracker. He used the damn tracker he had installed on the phone he had given me. A bitter laugh bubbled, and I barely stopped it in my throat. The initial shock lasted a second, and then every emotion I felt was swallowed by irritation. “Why are you here, Alex?”His brows rose. “I could ask you the same question.”“Am I not allowed to go to the restaurant?” I folded my arms over my chest and watched his jaw clench.He looked around the small bar we were in, then his eyes returned to me. “You're not here with Joy, are you?”I shook my head. “No. I'm here with my neighbor.”He huffed a chuckle. “You left Liam with Joy to…” He trailed
Joy stared at me with the widest eyes she could muster. “So, let me make this clear... There's a hot guy just behind that wall, and he rather openly flirts with you, completely ignoring the fact that you have a boyfriend?” I gave her a wry smile, and she sighed. “I definitely need more alcohol to digest this.” She reached for the bottle standing on the coffee table and poured herself another glass of wine.We were sitting on my new sofa in my freshly redecorated apartment. Liam was asleep, and I was telling Joy about my quite eventful evening. I looked down at my half-empty glass and exhaled slowly. “I wish Matt didn't act this way. He's starting to make me feel uncomfortable around him. I appreciate what he did for me, but I already told him that I'm not interested.”Joy's brows rose. “Did you? According to what you told me, you said that you have a boyfriend and that it is complicated. Isn't it obvious that he took it as a green light?”“Shit,” I muttered before downing the rest of
My heart kept pounding through the rest of the day. I couldn't believe I said it aloud. I admitted that I was in love with Alex. In love! I had never even admitted it in front of myself, and suddenly I was able to say it in front of someone whom I'd met only two days earlier. Even Joy hadn't heard me say it!My whole body trembled as if I had overdosed on caffeine. Instead of creating new drafts, I spent most of the day pacing around the house. I was like a bomb of emotions, ready to explode.I loved him. I loved Alex. I loved the biological father of my son.I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. That realization was both ecstatic and terrifying because I knew that what I felt was quite permanent. I had been treating my heart with the utmost care and respect. After the great damage caused by my crappy ex, I decided to treat every sprout of emotions as a potential danger. Idiot. I had never even noticed when this seed Alex had planted grew to the size of a freaking baobab. And no
ALEXI finally received an offer from Dourado Insurance Group—the so-called help from Gregory Duncan. I forwarded the offer to Grayson and Emily, and the three of us met in my office an exact hour later. I needed every single paragraph of that deal before I even considered signing it.Emily showed up first, a copy of the offer in one hand and an iPad in the other. I wasn't surprised that she had already made her notes concerning every part of that offer, and as I studied her expression after she walked into my office, she didn't seem pleased.Grayson entered a few minutes later. His lips formed a tightly sealed line as he made his way to the sofa and sat down. Then he glanced at Emily, and what he read from her expression caused him to curse under his breath. Yes… this was going to be one hell of a “pleasant” meeting.“Let me cut to the chase.” Emily broke the heavy silence. “This offer is unacceptable.” She shifted in her seat and crossed her long legs. “The price is agreeable, but t
ALEX Four and a half years later I opened my eyes to see Sarah's gorgeous sleeping face, and my lips instantly stretched into a wide smile. God, I would never have enough of watching her sleep. There were only two other faces I loved more: her face when she smiled and the blushing face that appeared shortly after she reached her climax. Actually, I would gladly work to see that blushing face right now, but I couldn't risk being late today. This day was going to be perfect. I dipped my head to brush my lips against hers. I did it carefully so as not to wake her up. Then I slid out of bed and quietly walked out of our bedroom. Of course, it was way easier to sneak out of our room than to pass Liam's bedroom, and passing the twins' bedroom without them waking up or noticing was nearly mission impossible. Fortunately, none of them decided to wake up at six in the morning on Saturday, and two minutes later, I successfully entered the kitchen. Usually, this place belonged to Sarah. It wa
I vaguely recalled what had happened in the last few hours. I remember Jun calling my name as he all but tore me away from Alex, taking over the reanimation until the paramedics appeared. Then the words “temporary stable” rang in my head as they transported Alex to the hospital in Nassau. I refused to leave his side. I held his hand almost until he had been taken to the operating room. Philip and Jun dragged me away so that doctors could patch me, even though I said I didn't need it. They insisted, and Jun might have even said something about knocking me out if I'd refused. The doctors asked me if I needed painkillers. When I said I wasn't sure, they asked me if I needed something to soothe my nerves. I took neither. I didn't want anything that could dull my senses as I waited for Alex's operation to be over. The surgeon said that the bullet vaguely missed the heart but also that removing it would be complicated. Still, there was a chance. There was hope that he would survive. He had
I heard two gunshots, yet there was no pain. Well, there was no new kind of pain, and I could feel the heart pounding in my chest… But dead people shouldn't have a heartbeat, should they? My mind was struggling to process what was happening. My eyes snapped open just in time to see two guards fall to the ground, exposing the one who stood on the threshold. Alex.My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met, but my relief lasted less than a second. In my peripheral vision, I saw Lucius reaching for his gun and shifting his stance to shoot. “No!” I screamed for a split second before he aimed his gun at Alex and pulled the trigger.Alex leaped into the corridor and hid behind the door. “Sarah, get down!” he thundered, and that was what I did. I jumped to the side before Lucius could grab me and use me as a shield, and I dove behind the bed, lying face-down on the floor. Lucius roared like a wild animal, and more shots came. “I'll kill you, Ravenford!” he bellowed.I flinched every time
SARAHThree days passed since I had woken up in my luxurious prison. My ribs still hurt, but at least I could move on my own… more or less. The bruises I found all over my body were slowly fading. The worst were those on my shoulder, which, according to Lucius, had been dislocated. Once the mass of sedatives and painkillers left my system, the pain had become almost unbearable, but now I learned to function despite it.Lucius had been showing up in my room at least three times a day. Each time, he brought me food or snacks. It might have been his twisted definition of caring about me. Never had he raised his voice on me, but I knew better than to trust his fragile kindness. The cold glow in his eyes remained, and the smiles he had often given me betrayed cruelty. I couldn't let my guard down around him. I had to put on my best act, even though his slightest touch filled me with sheer disgust. It terrified me that he became more daring. He enjoyed tracing every bruise on my neck and sh
ALEXI was sitting in my office and trying to focus my eyes on the screen. My current struggle had nothing to do with Ravenford Corporation. I was tracing the old metro plans, hoping to find that one place we had missed.“You shouldn't stay here all night again.” Grayson sighed before grabbing a chair and sitting in front of my desk. “Staring at those plans won't bring her back.”“She is not dead, Grayson,” I hissed.“You don't know that,” he argued but raised his hands in surrender as soon as he met my glare.“I know that because we haven't found her body.” Anger raised the volume of my voice, but that only made Grayson look at me with more pity.“If you're convinced that she's not dead, then why not call off the search inside the tunnels?” His brows rose. “It has been more than a week now. Even if she survived the fall, she must have been injured and lying there alone—”“Shut. The fuck. Up.” The knuckles in my fisted hands bleached.“I don't want to see you torture yourself,” he sai
SARAHI heard myself drawing a breath into my lungs. It was a wheezing sound, and the movement of my chest came with a great deal of pain. Then I heard something else—voices. I couldn't understand what they were saying… It was… Chinese?The realization triggered an alarm that spread throughout my aching body. Fear clung around me tightly, forming a thick, almost material cover, nearly as real as the sheets on my body. Then I heard one voice I recognized. The sound doubled the terror consuming me. Lucius. He and someone else were arguing about… something. Their voices were raised, their edges sharp, their tones cold…I opened my eyes and blinked, trying to adjust my sight, but it remained blurry no matter how hard I tried to focus. I struggled for another few seconds before I could see more clearly. Wherever I was, it looked like an enormous bedroom. The bed I was lying in was double the size I had in my penthouse. A huge window was several feet to the left of the bed, and the palm tre
The outer corridor had been completely annihilated by the explosives, and more than four of our men had lost their lives. Their bloodied bodies lay close enough for some of the guests to see, and the cries and screams became unstoppable in seconds. The alarms went off, and an automated steel shield quickly covered every glass wall. At the same time, the recorded voice announced that the main hall had been secured and separated until the situation was under control. That, of course, didn't lessen the panic devouring almost everyone inside.My eyes shifted to Sarah and Liam. They were still standing on the round podium in the middle of the hall while some of the terrified guests ran in every direction, ineptly trying to find the way out, as if it weren't obvious that they could get shot if they did. Sarah hugged Liam tightly, moving to the center of the dais, trying to stay away from the crowd of panicked people. My first instinct was to get them far away from that podium, but with the
ALEXI was sitting by my desk, rubbing my thumb over my still-swollen knuckles. Well, that's what you get after punching the wall hard enough to stain it with your blood. Let's just say that I hadn't taken the news about Natasha Collins well. Not only did she betray our family—the family she had been working for for years—but she had nearly killed my grandmother. Perhaps it was fortunate that it was Sarah and her bodyguards who exposed her. If it had been me, I would have snapped her neck before I could have willed myself to exhibit reasonable behavior.“I thought you would be celebrating.” Grayson eyed me as he entered my office. “With all the accusations, the Duncans will sure as hell end up in jail.”“They found Marisol Martinez dead this morning. Someone slit her throat,” I said, rubbing my knuckles again as I struggled to contain my rising anger. “It's obvious to think that someone did it to silence her, but I somehow doubt that Gregory Duncan was behind this. Her testimony would
“I still can't believe that I can officially meet with Alex without hiding,” I said softly, holding Eleonor's hand. “Of course, that doesn't mean that everything's OK between us, but I cannot deny that he's trying.” I couldn't stop the smile from parting my lips as I thought of all the roses he had sent to my apartment. I was probably blushing, and Eleonor would have laughed if she had seen me looking like this… I missed her laugh and her remarks. Every day, I prayed that she would finally wake up. My chest tightened at the thought that she might never—No. I couldn't think about it. She was going to wake up. I had to believe she would. I sucked in a shaky breath and cleared my throat. “Anyway,” I continued. “Alex officially announced that he and Jeanette Duncan are no longer engaged. He said that they parted due to insurmountable differences. That, of course, doesn't change the fact that Jeanette is pregnant and that the child is Alex's.” I sighed and brushed a strand of hair off Ele