The thought of him made my blood boil. Why on earth was I thinking about that man who had disappeared from our lives?"Are you mad at the potatoes, Mommy?" Alice asked innocently from beside me.She was perched on a high stool, wearing her little cooking apron. The counter was a mess of onions and carrots—evidence of her attempts to get the hang of slicing. I should have been paying more attention, but I'd been distracted. Her question snapped me out of my trance, and I realized I had splattered mashed potatoes all over my shirt in my frustration. Wiping it off, I smiled as I pushed away thoughts of my ex-husband."I'm not mad. Why would I be?" I replied lightly. "Did you finish the salad? Let me see."Alice showed me her creation proudly. I asked her to go fetch the lemons so we could make lemonade, and she ran off in excitement. For some reason, she loved squeezing lemons. Just then, the doorbell rang.Puzzled, I went to check the peephole. It was Amanda. I hadn't been expecting
How could life fall apart so many times in a row? That was the question that wouldn't stop running through my mind. I always knew Amanda would come for her daughter one day, but I hadn't expected that day to coincide with my potential breakup with Matt, Lucius showing up again, and the looming threat of the Kramers."So, what do you think? Are you okay with me taking her?" Amanda asked nervously.I cleared my throat, keeping my head high. I had to think about what was best for Alice. She was the most important person in all of this."She's your daughter, Amanda. Other than the temporary guardianship papers you signed, I have no legal claim to her. You're her mother—she should be with you. But… have you considered the sacrifices you'll have to make to have her by your side?"Amanda nodded firmly, ready to give me a full speech."I've thought about everything. I'm looking for an apartment near Alice's kindergarten—two bedrooms. The agency knows I'm a single mother, and they're fine
"Yeah, I can believe it. It's pretty wild," I said with a smile.I noticed that neither of them made any effort to let me inside. They were standing in the doorway, blocking my path."I need my tablet. I left it in your study," I lied smoothly. It seemed we were all playing the lying game tonight."My study? I don't think I've seen… a tablet," Matt replied, clearly confused.I cut him off and used the distraction to push my way into the apartment as I played dumb and acted as though I hadn't noticed the tension."I'm sure I left it here. I'll just have to look for it myself."Without giving him the chance to stop me, I made my way into the apartment. Everything seemed normal as I headed toward his study. Nothing was out of place except for Matt's frustration as he followed me in and shut the door behind us. I pretended to search for the tablet that, of course, I hadn't actually left there."Did you really need to use the tablet excuse just to barge into my apartment? This place
Lucius Brown's P.O.V.I kept telling myself that I did what needed to be done. Repeating it was the only way to stop useless regrets from creeping in. I hadn't chosen the easy path—could have, but didn't. That was life: you sacrificed, you gambled, and maybe you'd win, maybe you'd lose. I was willing to lose everything, and the fact that I had suddenly changed my mind because of Marianne hadn't been part of the plan. Acting on impulse four long years ago had ruined everything.I never should've noticed Marianne, never should've married her, never should've loved her, and definitely never should've put her in danger. Now, I was paying the price. The night was rainy, the streets slick, and my car windows were fogging up.But through the mist, I could still see her. Marianne, on the other side of the street, had just stepped out of a taxi. She was dressed in her office clothes, and as if on cue, the rain stopped just as she entered Matt's building. It was Thursday—the first day she'd s
"Corporate cannibalization. It happens all the time," she spoke as if it were the most obvious thing."Isn't it a bit of a coincidence that they were also collaborating with us?"Before the Fairmount Corporation scandal, the Nichols family had had access to privileged information about SMB that had been given to them by our agencies. It was a favor-for-favor exchange. That was why, when closing the New Century deal, Matt had requested to remove the partnership clause with SMB."When it comes to our superiors' dealings, neither you nor I have any say in it.""But what if my grudge isn't just a grudge? What if it's the truth? Wouldn't you want to expose those connections? Wouldn't it benefit you? You've got big ambitions, Julia. You're just as tired of taking orders from corrupt people with no morals."She didn't answer right away, but I could hear her breathing quicken. I knew I had convinced her. If there was one thing I knew about Julia, it was that she didn't tolerate injustice.
Lucius Brown's P.O.V.As much as the years had passed, the one thing that hadn't changed about Marianne was her ability to surprise me. Having her sitting next to me in the car was not part of my plan. Honestly, I thought she'd curse me out the next five times she saw me, but here we were, and I was driving her to my hotel."I'd take you somewhere nicer, but this is the safest place I can think of right now," I said, trying to sound indifferent."It's fine. I don't want to go back to my apartment," she replied, her voice dull and lifeless.Marianne had always been a peculiar woman, but her silence had a purpose. She had been lost in thought the entire drive, and now, we were almost at the hotel. I was taking her to a hotel, and she hadn't protested or made a sarcastic comment. Something must have gone down with Matt.I didn't press her for details. Not yet. I simply drove us to the hotel where I was staying. "Staying" being a loose term since I had changed hotels three times ever
Lucius Brown's P.O.V."Maybe it was the feeling that she was growing up that hurt you," I said, pouring her another drink—less than the last time."A part of me always knew," she smiled sadly. "It's not like Amanda ever really abandoned her. I've never seen her so motivated by anyone. It feels like it's taken forever, yet it's also happened too fast."I had known this day would come ever since Amanda had given birth. She was too young and naive to be a mother, raised in a world of illusions and appearances, thanks to Amelia's influence. Amanda could've thrived if she had found a businessman who wanted a pretty trophy wife, but instead, she had chosen her sister's boyfriend, who had ended up in prison.With Serge's death, Amelia's disappearance, and her husband's imprisonment, Amanda had been left with nothing. Just as I had predicted, Marianne had stepped in to rescue that little girl. She drained the rest of her drink. Whatever happened in that building must have been intense to p
Lucius Brown's P.O.V.I hated Matt with a burning, inexplicable loathing. I hated the thought of the time he had spent with Marianne, the kisses they had shared, and the fact that she had let him into her body. But above all, I hated the mere possibility that he could be her husband or the father of her children.That would never happen. And if it did, it would be over my cold, dead body. Marianne didn't understand that yet. She looked at me like I was crazy, then burst out laughing—so hard that her head tipped back, her laughter echoing through every corner of the hotel room."You can't tell me who to be with or not be with. Or what? Do you want me to become a nun? Would that make your ego feel better?" she mocked."No, but I'd prefer it if you found someone outside the tangled mess of business conspiracies you were dragged into. Someone safer, boring even, who could give you stability," I said, my fists itching at the thought of the kind of man I was describing for her.She laug
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,