"I've learned from my mistakes. I'm in a new stage of my life," Lennon said."If only forgetting were as easy as you make it sound. I haven't forgotten. How you trained me to be the heir of the Browns, how you turned me into a machine and made me see my cousins as competition—enemies. Do you really think I can forget that? How I grew up alone and isolated because of you? Excuse me if I'm not thrilled about your new family and story."Family rivalry, jealousy, apologies still not made... There were so many unresolved issues with the Browns that it was hard to keep track. At this point, I was starting to feel bad for listening in on this conversation."I don't think it's right for us to keep eavesdropping on this..." I pulled away from the wall.Leah was the only one who agreed with me. Liam and Lucius, on the other hand, were far too engrossed in the argument to stop. I glanced at them, but neither returned my look. Leah gently took my arm."Let's go ahead. They need to keep listen
"I swear, Marianne, I used to be just like you," Selena assured me. "I'd tell myself 'I'm not into kids, I won't have one.'. But when I had my baby, something in me changed.""I bet it did. Samantha is beautiful...""She's the most adorable little thing in the world. And so well-behaved. The only challenging part is how curious she is. She loves exploring, opening every door she can find," Selena said with a proud smile, holding her glass of wine."Sounds like the whole family has a knack for uncovering secrets," I replied as I returned her smile."Especially with the uncle she has, and you know him very well..." she added playfully, leaning in closer. "You know... Clara and I have this joke about Lucius.""What kind of joke?" I asked, intrigued.Selena glanced around, almost as if she was making sure no one was listening in."We always joke that he's an undercover cop."That line caught me completely off guard, but then Selena burst out laughing and gave my arm a playful shove
The disbelief was overwhelming my senses. What Jenna was telling me made no sense. It couldn't be true. Just a few days ago, Mr. Dominic had been chatting with me, sharing his big plans for New Century. He didn't seem depressed or worried—quite the opposite. He was optimistic and confident.The news hit me so hard that a crushing pressure formed in my chest. My tongue felt like it weighed a ton, too heavy to move."Did you hang up? Are you okay?" Jenna asked from the other end of the call although she herself didn't sound fine."No... I'm still here," I managed to reply as I cleared my throat. "When did it happen? What time?""A cleaning lady from the morning shift found him…" Jenna's voice broke as she sobbed. "They think it happened during the night. We don't know much, but… I saw them carry him out in a bag. It was horrible… his office was… it was…""What was it like? How did he do it?" I rubbed my forehead, still in disbelief."He shot himself…," she cried softly. "The whole
"What do you mean?" I asked, utterly confused."The death of a colleague is a tragic event, but it has nothing to do with you. What will you achieve by rushing back to the city? Are they going to bury him tomorrow?" Lucius's calm, detached words made me pull away from him instinctively."They think it was a… a suicide. And Jenna needs me, she saw them take his body away.""Jenna has her partner. She'll be fine," he said, his voice devoid of concern."How do you know she'll be fine? She was called in to give a statement. A statement about what? I knew Mr. Dominic—he had no reason to take his life. His grandchildren were his joy, and he was expecting another one soon. Why is the police involved at all?" I argued, trying to make sense of the situation."Depression works that way. The happiest faces can often be hiding the darkest struggles," he replied simply with a touch of indifference that rattled me."Either way, I need to go back. Fine, maybe not tonight. But tomorrow morning,
Lucius hadn't slept with me, yet there he was, sitting at the table with the rest of the Browns for lunch. The lunch I eventually decided to attend. Most of the family was there: Leonardo, Lucia, Liam, Leah, Lionel, Lennon, and, of course, Lucius.I took a seat next to my ever-communicative husband, who glanced at me from the corner of his eye."Did you get some rest?" he asked quietly."Did you? With how filthy your conscience must be?" I replied in the same hushed tone, and it clearly hurt him."Won't Clara and Selena be joining us?" Lucia asked Lionel and Lennon as the food was being served."They both drank too much. They're nursing hangovers," Lennon explained."And what about Sara?" Lucia continued."She's working extra hours babysitting her brother and cousins. She's saving up for her school trip to Disneyland," Lionel retorted, sounding exhausted.Looking at this house and the lifestyle these people had, I highly doubted Sara needed to save up for a school trip, but kno
Two days passed with me confined within the walls of the Brown mansion, trying to adjust to a false, artificial calm. I had obeyed Lucius's more of an order than a suggestion, and now, here I was, finally back in my city, at Jenna's apartment. As soon as she opened the door, she pulled me into a tight hug."How are you, Mary? You made it just in time. I thought we'd have to go to the funeral alone," she said.We pulled back, still holding hands as we took in each other's black outfits. Jenna was wearing a long-sleeved dress while I had opted for a black suit. We weren't the only ones dressed in mourning outfits—Derek, standing behind her, greeted us as well. And behind me, as always, was Lucius.Lucius hadn't left my side since we'd stepped off the plane a few hours ago. Despite the unease I felt toward him, I couldn't exactly ask him to leave me alone at Mr. Dominic's funeral. He was, after all, his colleague too—and my husband."Do you think we'll make it to the church on time?"
Lucius smiled with such malice as he looked at Andrew, almost as if silently listing the reasons not to attack him in the middle of a church."This isn't the time for this conversation," he finally said."And when will it be? You came to Fairmount Corporation with promises of international expansion. Where is that expansion? All you've done is destabilize us and sow chaos," Andrew accused."You're talking nonsense, Andrew. Do you need to be reminded of the New Century project and everything else that's in progress?" I defended."Short-term, that sounds wonderful, doesn't it? But what about the long term? What about your sabotage of our deal with SMB? Your conspiracy with the Nichols family? You're not fooling me, Marianne. The two of you are working together to take what's ours, but it won't happen," Andrew shouted before storming off.I had already determined Andrew was unstable. Still, no one was more unhinged than Amelia, who now glared at Lucius with seething hatred. Her son,
"Are you sure? Because I can't shake the feeling that of all the places he could have chosen, doing it in his office doesn't sit right with me," I argued."Oh, come on, Marianne. Haven't you heard of lawyers and doctors? Where else do they go when they make that decision? Their offices, their home studies... I've read about plenty of cases like that. And honestly, I don't want to talk about it anymore. It gives me a bad feeling," Jenna replied defensively.I wasn't the only one feeling off. Serge had to be helped away from the crowd, and another elderly woman, who looked a lot like Dominic—maybe his sister or another relative—was also struggling."Can we leave?" Jenna asked, clearly shaken."Let me find Lucius. Wait for me outside with Derek."With that, Jenna walked off. I scanned the area, trying to locate my husband. He wasn't anywhere in the main group, so I drifted away from the gathering and dialed his number. As I wandered among the tombstones and mausoleums, I kept an eye
Sara Brown's P.O.V."Didn't we agree you wouldn't come, Mom?" Richard asked, his voice low and disappointed."Richard, you too?" Victoria exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and indignation."What else did you expect, Victoria?" Julian interjected, crossing his arms. "We practically had to beg Sara for permission just to see Matthew. Meanwhile, you've done nothing to make amends yet here you are, demanding things. That's not how this works.""Do you want me to apologize to Sara?" Victoria's voice cracked as she looked at me, her emotions on full display.I would never trust Victoria, and I certainly would never leave my son alone with her unsupervised. But in this moment, her vulnerability chipped away at some of my hardened resolve. Life had been so good lately, so full of joy and love, that my heart no longer had room for resentment."You don't need to apologize to me," I said calmly. "The people you owe an apology to are your sons."Victoria's eyes widened, her
Sara Brown's P.O.V.Six months later.Becoming a mother was one of those adventures I never knew I needed, but I'd never been more grateful for taking the leap—especially with Lawrence by my side. Now, here we were, standing in front of a flower-draped altar nestled in the woods of the Brown family estate.Getting married in this spot felt symbolic. It had been our sanctuary as kids, the place where we'd escaped from the grown-ups and shared secrets. It was fitting that my best friend, the boy who'd been by my side through thick and thin, was now becoming my husband.Behind us was a small gathering of family and close friends. The Browns—ever-expanding with a small army of kids—were all present, as were a handful of Lawrence's relatives, including his brothers, Richard and Julian. We'd kept the guest list to just sixty people, making this a more intimate celebration than anyone would've expected from a Brown-Lewis wedding.Still, it was perfect. Everyone we loved was here. And the
I looked at our baby's tiny face, and the urge to cry overwhelmed me again. He was absolutely perfect."Are you going to keep crying?" Sara teased with a mischievous grin. "If you don't stop, I won't give you another one."I wiped my tears immediately, not wanting to take any chances. She burst out laughing, her radiant energy filling the room."So," quickly shifting topics, she leaned forward slightly, "what are we naming him? We agreed we'd know when we saw him. I've got a name from the shortlist in mind. Do you?""I do," I replied, smiling."Okay, let's say it together," she suggested, and I nodded. "On three. One, two, three—""Matthew!" we both exclaimed in unison.We stared at each other before breaking into matching grins. Sara started clapping in excitement over our perfect sync. I laughed at her enthusiasm, but something on the hospital TV caught my attention—a news report about yesterday's gubernatorial election. Images of Isabelle, the winner, flashed across the scree
Lawrence Lewis's P.O.V.Three months later...Just when I thought I couldn't be any happier with Sara loving me, life proved me wrong. Every day felt like a new peak of joy. A few months ago, I believed I had reached the ultimate high when she accepted my proposal during our trip to Finland. I'd asked her under the northern lights in a private and intimate moment, just the two of us—just like our entire relationship had been.The fallout from canceling my engagement to Emma had been relatively manageable for me. There were no financial or legal repercussions, and I narrowly escaped the disgrace of almost becoming the son-in-law of a criminal like Mark. But to say I avoided all drama would be a lie. The rumors and gossip surrounding how Sara and I had gotten together were relentless.I was usually a calm man, but any criticism aimed at Sara, accusing her of "breaking up" my previous engagement, turned me into a beast. Sara would always tell me to ignore the noise, that only we knew
I stood there frozen, feeling every gaze lock onto me. It was as if time had stopped. No one spoke, no one moved—they just stared. Sweat started trickling down places I didn’t even know could sweat.“Hi… how’s everyone doing?” I asked, my voice hesitant.I braced myself for the shouting, the dramatic exclamations, the scolding even. Instead, the extroverted ones in the room simply smiled at me while the quieter ones went back to what they were doing, almost as if nothing had happened. The initial wave of attention just… evaporated.“As I was saying,” Uncle Lucius continued, picking up right where he’d left off, “if you don’t finish your vegetables, we’ll give them to the lion in the forest.”My jaw dropped. This table—the entire Brown family—was completely unfazed. Even Lawrence had that knowing smile on his face, almost as if he’d expected this exact reaction. Before I could recover, Aunt Lucia and Aunt Marianne came over and pulled me into tight hugs.“You look gorgeous, Sara. A
Richard's voice broke the silence as he gathered his courage. "We'd like to add Duke and Monarch for me, and the boat for Julian. With that, we'll be ready to sign the agreement."I rubbed my ears, almost certain I had misheard."The horses and the boat? That's all you want?" Lawrence asked, his tone tinged with disbelief."Yes," Julian confirmed, his voice hesitant. "We believe... they're of great sentimental value to us. And they were gifts. They just... weren't officially transferred to us."Lawrence's eyes darted between them as if trying to confirm whether these were the same brothers he'd been fighting with."That's it?" he repeated, his suspicion evident."That's it," Richard said, though his discomfort was plain to see."What are you two plotting?" Lawrence asked, narrowing his eyes.The twins exchanged confused glances."Nothing?" Julian said, his tone growing defensive. "What are you plotting? You told us you wouldn't give us anything but then sent this offer out of
I couldn't help but notice the sadness etched onto Lawrence's face. He'd always said he wouldn't give his brothers anything. Yet here he was, not only offering them a portion of the inheritance but also bracing himself for their inevitable demands and negotiating with them."Wouldn't it have been easier to just offer them exactly what you were willing to give from the start?" I asked as I leaned against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him. His sadness was palpable, and it was breaking my heart. Just moments ago, he'd been so happy. "Just say 'Take it or leave it' and then forget about them."Lawrence sighed, his gaze distant. "I know them. And I know myself. I can't lay the blame for all my hardships on them like I do with Victoria. Despite what I said during the will reading, I know they deserve more than what my father left them.""You have a heart of gold, Ren," I murmured, kissing his cheek. "Don't let those brats melt it down, okay?"He chuckled softly, though his sadnes
I swayed my hips rhythmically against his body, the two of us joined in that intimate connection we'd rediscovered nearly every night since the chaos with a certain corrupt official had come to an end.As Lawrence neared his release, he called my name, his voice rough with passion. I teased him by sucking on the thumb he'd slipped into my mouth, which was all it took for him to shut his eyes tightly as the force of his climax overtook him. I followed him into that blissful release just a moment later.Utterly satisfied, I collapsed beside him on the bed, both of us completely naked, basking in the warmth of each other's bodies. My breathing was still ragged as Lawrence shifted closer, his hands roaming gently over my hair, my chest, and finally, my stomach. The way his hand lingered there told me exactly what he was about to ask—again."Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" he asked."No. It was terrible. I never want to have another orgasm for the rest of my life," I replied
"What's going on here?" I asked Sara suspiciously."Just go with the flow," she replied, opening my car door with a grin.I hesitated but decided to follow her advice—or at least try. After exchanging cheek kisses, I walked over to where Jason was waiting. I tucked the envelope with my test results into my pocket. As I reached him, he took my hand, and we started walking up a hill in the park."When did you ask Sara to bring me here?" I asked, curious."That's a secret," he said with a chuckle. "And since you two are such close friends now—""Close friends?" I interrupted, raising a brow. "You think we're really friends?""That's how it seems. You smile a lot when you're with her," he replied."Do I?" I considered it for a moment, warmth spreading through my chest. "Maybe we are."Jason smiled but kept silent. As we climbed one of the hills, I was taken aback by the breathtaking view of the city spread before us. But even more surprising was the blanket laid out on the ground,