SARAH"He knows!" I leaped to my feet, tossing the phone on my desk. I threw my trembling hands forward as I rushed to the sofa where Joy was sitting, drinking coffee. "I don't know how, but Alex knows!" The pitch of my voice went up and died on the last note with a strangled wheeze.Joy's eyes rose from the coffee cup and she studied me for a moment. "Do you need to hyperventilate?"I slumped down beside her and shook my head. "I don't know how he found out, but he knows that it's me!" I pointed at myself as if there was some other "me" in the room. "He knows that Sarah Hill—that I am the one whom he spent the night with! God!" I clamped my hand over my mouth, my eyes widening."What?" Joy raised her brows."Liam… H-he knows about Liam. That is why he wants to meet with me…" The panic mode activated and started to fill every inch of me. Blood rushed through my veins at double speed. Shivers ran down my spine, wave after wave, while my stomach churned. "He will try to take my son away
ALEXI had my favorite black suit and gray shirt on, all ready to meet with Sarah. I spent the last two nights anticipating this moment. I left my office and was driving not far from Park Avenue, but instead of heading to Sarah's apartment, I was on my way to the construction site in Brooklyn Heights.I was seriously pissed. This was supposed to be my night off. I wanted to turn off my laptop and stop thinking about work for several hours. Unfortunately, some fucking dickheads decided to plan the night for me differently.Grayson called me just when I was about to leave the office and shared the news, which initially sounded like a way-out-of-line grim joke. He told me that someone had sneaked into the construction site and shot one of the guards. That's all I knew as I headed there. Grayson was already on the spot, talking to the police and making sure no news got to the press. I trusted him and knew that he could take care of everything until I got there. Unfortunately, he was the o
I hadn't slept that night. I couldn't even think about sleeping. At ten in the morning, I stepped in front of the Ravenford Corporation Building and made an official announcement to the press. The announcement focused on the death of Robin McKinney, the security guard who worked for our company. I spoke of a vicious attack at the future workplace of hundreds of people. I told them about the grief and the support we, as the company, had promised Mr. McKinney's family. And then I lied… I told everyone that we had yet to learn who might have done it.The detectives suspected that Bram Hill might have been hiding somewhere in New York City and they didn't want him to know that he had been identified as a murderer. The last thing the police wanted was to make him flee to another state like they assumed he did five years ago. Certainly, the detectives checked on all those who had known him before, asking if anyone had seen him recently. No one said anything. Then it was time to question his
SARAHI wasn't sure if my heart was still beating. I stared into his golden eyes, then took in every inch of his perfectly carved face. My eyes roamed lower toward that strong body wrapped in a black tuxedo. I barely resisted biting my lip. This man was the very definition of hot, and he was way too close for me not to melt. My hormones were in charge of shutting down the brain and all my fears. I wanted him. Some primal force exploded within me and slowly scratched its way out to the surface, pulling all my desires and needs along with it. I could imagine myself peeling him off this tux, ripping off his shift with my teeth, pulling down his boxer briefs, and freeing his co—"Mommy, you remember Alex, don't you?" Dumbfounded, I snapped my gaze at my son."Y-yes… of course," I muttered as heat washed over my face. I cleared my throat and bravely turned to the smirking sex-god before me. "Hello, Mr. Ravenford."He stepped closer, easily chasing away the oxygen from my lungs. "I thought
ALEX My eyes were locked on the woman standing on the stage, and I felt blown away. I rarely had that feeling, but it occurred the moment her chest rose with a deep breath and she began to speak. I was stunned by the way she exposed herself as if she had nothing to hide. She talked about her past effortlessly, even though I could feel the weight of her words expressed in the brief tensing of her jaw and creasing of her forehead. Funny… I asked for a detailed report about her, but I felt that she had just given me more information than my specialists could gather. Then my mind drifted to everything that had happened before her speech, and restlessness built inside me. It was something I couldn't fathom. I had imagined our confrontation many times. I had imagined she might be confused, uncomfortable, perhaps scared, but not angry. What I saw in her eyes then in the corridor was far from what I had expected. She seemed… hurt. Why the fuck would she be hurt when she was the one who asked
SARAH"I think I need a drink," I told Joy in between sucking shallow breaths."You are drinking." She smirked, pointing at the glass of wine I held in my hand."Oh." I stared at it for a second before shifting my gaze back to Joy. "Then it's not working.""You need to calm down," she said, studying my most likely pale face.I shook my head. "I don't think that's possible." I was in that state since Eleonor invited me and my son to their Sunday family dinner, and I couldn't recover even after Joy and I returned to Park Avenue and put Liam to bed.Joy sighed. "Finish your wine, and I'll get you something stronger."It was all too much, and I couldn't even point out the most disturbing, confusing, or terrifying moment of that evening. It had happened too fast. First, there was Eleonor, who treated me and Liam as if we had known each other for years. Then my heart stopped when she told Liam to call her Granny. GRANNY! I barely stopped myself before exploding into hysterical laughter. The
ALEXI was looking at Sarah, hearing nothing aside from the wild pounding of my heart. Her words spun inside my head. She had mentioned a brief relationship, parting ways, and that he—the father of the child—hadn't known about the pregnancy. Well, HE had just learned about it right at that moment because I was ninety-nine percent sure that I was the one.The reason poking at my hectic mind told me to take a deep breath and analyze different possibilities. She might have had different partners. She might have been sleeping around with other guys. I could have been fooled by the innocence surrounding her that night. My gut told me otherwise. I glanced at Liam and his round hazel eyes; they were just like mine. His hair looked like mine. It couldn't be just a coincidence.I saw her eyes widen in reaction to whatever she read from my expression, as if she were afraid that I had found out. Why? As far as I knew, she had no other man in her life. Didn't she want a father for her son? Would
SARAH"Mommy, are you mad at me?" Liam's voice pulled me to a halt. I looked at him. His eyes turned into those of Shrek's cat. "I'm sorry I ran..."I sighed. "No, sweetie. I'm not mad at you." I forced myself to smile as I stroked his hair. "Just... don't run around anymore, OK?" When he nodded, I grabbed his hand and started walking toward the swimming pool where we left Eleonor."I don't like her," he suddenly said, frowning.My lips twitched upward. I knew who Liam meant, but I still asked, "Who?""Jeanette. I don't like her. I think she was hurting Alex."I bit my lip, trying to stifle a laugh. Finally, I failed, and my snort still broke through. "She… wasn't trying to hurt him," I choked out."He looked like he was in pain," Liam argued.Dread washed over me as I thought of what my son could have seen. I could only imagine... No. I didn't want to imagine what they were doing! And... too late. I sealed my lips and drew a breath through my nose. "Jeanette wasn't hurting Alex," I r
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