Fiona“Can you help me get my inheritance back?” I ask, testing his word. He said he doesn’t make unfair deals, which implies he’ll help me.“I’ve arranged for a lawyer to meet with you tonight,” he tells me. Surprised, I look up at him. When had he done that? Was it before I came to the room or had
He must’ve gotten our information from Ethan beforehand, which will make this a bit easier since we don’t have to start from scratch.“I’ve found that you have a five-million-dollar inheritance, an older house that she was gifted by her parents, and a small house she retained from a charity auction,
Fiona“You have no right to tell me which woman I can choose,” Ethan growls, the anger in his voice making me shiver.His secretary wipes at her tears. She had to know this was coming. There are so many women around Ethan. I mean, he’s momentarily interested in me, but she should remember he’s a bil
We were happy at one point, I thought, but seeing Jack so heated makes me wonder. Was our happy life ever real?“Step back, Jack,” my father warns as I stand at his side. The protective tone makes my heart squeeze when I remember how much time he used to spend with me and my mother. We were a happy
FionaShock rockets through me as Ethan lifts my stepmother into the air with a growl. He moves between us and drops her, sending her to the ground in a crumpled heap.“I don’t hurt women,” Ethan says, “But if I see you harming Fiona again, I may not be so polite again.”The threat sits heavy in the
“That’s just like Isla not to say,” he mutters, “But I was so glad to hear your name when it popped up in conversation. I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. Come on, take a seat.”I follow him to a small table that already has a coffee cup waiting.Excitedly, Chris dives in
Fiona“You would be entering data, filing papers, scheduling appointments, maintaining records, and helping everything run smoothly,” Chris explains. “At my company we work with charity organizations as well, so you may work some weekends or nights to help with events. In fact, we’re currently worki
“Are you in contact with him now?” He asks again.“Now?” I ask, glancing down at my phone. “Not at the moment, but I saw him two hours ago.”Mr. Adair narrows his eyes a bit, rests his elbows on his desk, and steeples his fingers. His stare settles on me and sends a wave of discomfort through me. Ha
Third Person POV “Why don’t we go find Ethan?” Ryan asks, turning toward Fiona. Only, she’s not there anymore. She’d been there just a second ago, but when he looks around, Ryan finds no trace of the woman he’s supposed to be protecting. A direct order from his Alpha, and he failed. It wasn’t
Fiona The final seconds tick by on the board. Fans scream. I scream. “Run, Ethan! You can do it!” I shout, watching on the edge of the platform. I lean over the rail, my heart pounding, as he runs down the field. He spins and dodges an oncoming player, skillfully keeping the ball away from t
Fiona The tension slowly melted off Ethan as we talked, but it came back too quickly, making him stand straighter as he took two steps away from me. There’s so much he hasn’t told me, and so much that I didn’t realize he was dealing with. I have no idea how to help him, so I just pull him back i
And it was still not enough, it seems. She still found a way to worm her way into my life. “Are there a lot of children without families in the West?” She asks, her eyebrows pulling together in concern. I shake my head. “It’s hard to explain and more than I can get into right now, but there ha
Ethan Her lips slam onto mine, tasting of strawberries and cream. She snakes her arms around my neck, arching into me, and I nearly come undone. For a few seconds, there’s nothing but Fiona as our lips move together. Her touch. Her scent. Her taste. Everything about her sends a sense of calm
“Are you okay, Fiona?” He asks again, letting his hands rest on my thighs. I flinch at the touch which makes him pull back. His eyes flash to that slightly yellow color as he growls again and steps back. He holds his hands up, and I nod silently, unsure what to say. “No, tell me. Give me the wor
Fiona I claw at the guard’s arm, making him drop my hair and swear. Small trails of blood run down his forearm, sending a little sliver of accomplishment through me. I’m not a weak little girl, and I won’t let him get away with trying to assault me. “You little whore,” Ethan’s ex screeches. I tu
Fiona Everything in me fights against her words. She has to be lying, my heart tells me. Ethan didn’t want to have dinner together for the past two nights, my head argues. He wouldn’t do that to us, my heart says. He’s goes off on his own a lot at night, my head adds. And he doesn’t tell u
Fiona After Mr. Adair left, Ethan and I worked for the next few hours until he left to get ready for the soccer game tonight. He’d told me Ryan would meet me at the stadium to help me find my seats and to keep me safe while I’m there. I found the statement strange, wondering how much danger I co