I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but here I was—spying on an ex with an ex. The whole situation was absurdly hilarious. Instead of spending my weekend relaxing, I was sitting in Lucius's car, parked outside Matt's apartment building.Lucius, ever the professional, had pulled out a laptop from a hidden compartment in his backpack and was typing away in some code I couldn't even begin to understand. Meanwhile, I kept my eyes on the rear parking entrance of the building, the one Matt typically used.A couple of cars had come and gone, but none of them were Matt's. We'd been here for about an hour with me staring at the street and feeling like we could be at this all day without any result. I couldn't resist the urge to break the silence."So, this is your grand strategy? Make me sit here and spy on Matt's building to convince me of your conspiracy theory?" I asked Lucius, my voice dripping with sarcasm.He didn't even bother looking at me, too engrossed in whatever he was
Lucius didn't even consider my suggestion. His dissatisfaction was written all over his face. And just like that, in typical Lucius fashion, he slammed his foot on the gas, speeding off recklessly. I barely managed to buckle my seatbelt in time."Could you drive like someone who actually cares about traffic tickets?" I shouted."Too late for that," he muttered, his eyes locked on the road ahead.That's when I saw it—a few cars ahead of us was Matt's car. Now I understood why Lucius had suddenly taken off like a madman. As reckless as it was, I had to admit it was impressive."So, you saw his car leave," I said, piecing it together. "But what's the plan here, exactly? Spy 101 question: what are we supposed to gain by following him? He could pull into any building, and then what?""Patience is the first virtue in this kind of operation," Lucius replied, laser-focused on the road."Patience? You, the most impatient man I know, are preaching patience?" I teased, unable to resist poki
The pain of betrayal was never the same twice. Each one would cut into you and leave a scar, unique in its depth and sting. I had been trying to move past the ghosts of my history with Amanda, to let go of the resentment toward my half-sister. However, seeing her here, caught red-handed with Elizabeth, was too much. And the fact that Alice was with them? It felt like three knives stabbing me in the back.For the rest of the children's salon, nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Each stylist was busy with their assigned child's hair, oblivious to the tension that had taken over my world. The only ones frozen in place were the so-called cousin and my supposedly reformed sister. The first to break the silence was my little niece."Mommy! You're here! They're cutting my hair 'cause I have too much," Alice explained cheerfully."M-Mary, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be working at home?" Amanda asked, her voice a bit shaky.I had half a mind to just grab Alice an
"I always bring Alice here for her haircuts, with whichever stylist is available. I leave for a bit and come back. I don't know that stylist. Alright?" Amanda stated firmly.Her words didn't matter to me. In fact, they only made things worse. Amanda was going to leave Alice alone with this woman? Paranoia flooded me. I glanced at Elizabeth, who was typing furiously on her phone. Alice, sensing the tension now, clung to me with a tight hug."Whatever the case, I don't feel comfortable with her being the one to take care of Alice," I replied, my voice sharp."You're not taking Alice anywhere without my permission. I'm her mother," Amanda declared, standing her ground."What's going on here? Is there a problem?" asked a security guard who had approached us.If people weren't paying attention before, they definitely were now. Apparently, someone had called mall security, and I had underestimated just how obvious our argument had become."No problem, as long as my sister gives me back
"I haven't called because I saw everything I needed to see," I said, trying and failing to keep calm.I had no idea what I'd do if Matt truly was involved with the Kramers. It would be too much—too dangerous for me, Alice, and Lucius. The thought alone made my chest tighten."And I've seen it too. Your behavior proves you never really cared about me," Matt retorted, playing the victim."Don't try to rewrite history, okay? And don't look at me like that. I was perfectly fine until your… 'friend' decided she wanted to lay her hands on my niece," I shot back."It's her job, Marianne. It was just a coincidence," he defended himself.I rolled my eyes. He kept singing the same old tune. The fact that he was so adamant about it being a coincidence only made me believe it wasn't. My hands itched to leave this conversation, to take Alice and run far away. But I had to stall him and keep him distracted, just like Lucius asked."I don't know what sick game you two are playing, but I want bo
Lucius Brown's P.O.V.I never knew when to stop. Warnings of danger? I couldn't care less. I was built for risk, for betting everything—even my own integrity. It had been the story of my life, just playing out now with a few more years behind me.That was the best excuse I could come up with for what I was doing. Rummaging through someone else's car, like the thief I sometimes had to be. I knew the moment Matt went back to where Marianne was, my window of opportunity had opened.But this wasn't easy. There was nothing useful in the glove compartment or scattered around the floor. The parking garage had too many witnesses, so I had to pretend I owned the car. I sat in the driver's seat, searching with my hands while keeping my left foot on the door. If that door shut, not even God could get me out of here.I scrolled through his GPS history, looking for anything suspicious. A few locations caught my eye, and I snapped pictures of them. I glanced at the time. How long could Marianne
Matt kept driving as the traffic finally began to clear. He still hadn't noticed I was hiding in the backseat. My body was starting to feel the strain, and my back wasn't what it used to be, but I held on."What did you manage to say to Amanda? Were you able to convince her?" he asked, sounding defeated."Convince her of what? She has no real power over her daughter. That kid doesn't even see her as a mother. I tried to push her to go after the child so that we could take her, but she broke down crying like the immature fool she was. Pathetic and stupid," the female voice responded."I thought she might be useful. Turns out she's just dead weight. I shouldn't have bothered helping her get that job. At this rate, she won't even be able to take her daughter away from Marianne."I agreed with the part about Amanda being foolish, but I couldn't get behind the idea of taking her daughter from her. There have been worse mothers in history—like the one Amanda and I share.The familiar so
Night had fallen, but the unease of not knowing where Lucius was still gnawed at me. He wasn't answering any calls, his phone was off, and he hadn't made any effort to reach out. Ever since I got back to my apartment with an anxious Alice, I hadn't been able to stop imagining the worst possible scenarios.I'd been pacing so much that I was probably wearing a hole in the floor. My nails were almost chewed down to nothing. I checked the window one last time, hoping for some sign of him. Still, there was nothing.With a sigh, I pulled the curtains tightly shut and made sure all the windows were locked. The door was triple-locked too, with a table pushed up against it for extra measure—just in case. I'd also placed a hammer on the kitchen island, the only weapon I could think of. I tried texting Lucius again, typing out the message just as the doorbell rang.I jumped, my phone nearly slipping from my hands. The bell rang again, more insistent this time. Any other day, I'd walk over and
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,