Andera's pov.He did not come back soon, but he promised and so I waited. I waited an hour, one hour turned into two, two into three, and three multiplied into six. Six hours and Thane wasn't back home. I paced back and forth in the living room. Timmy and Tiffany were in their room with Becky, oblivious to the situation at hand. Timmy had come downstairs to ask for his Daddy, his face fell into a sad frown when he learned Thane wasn't back home yet. I dialed Thane's number again and it went straight to voicemail. “Thane, where are you? Please come back to me.” I whispered on the verge of tears. Atlas- the bodyguard stationed to watch me and the kids inside the house, finally decided to crack the silence. He had been standing in the corner of the living room for hours; I was too anxious about Thane's safety to wonder how he managed to stay glued to one spot for hours.“Ma'am, you have to calm down. Your husband went out with one of our best bodyguards. If something went wrong, he
Thane's povMike and I tied the guy up and tossed him into the boot of my car. My nose scrunched up as he bled over the car. I would hand him over to the police after I'd got the answers I wanted and also deal with him for daring to threaten Andera.“How's your hand?” Mike asked. He had cleaned it up and bandaged it, since it was only a bullet graze. I didn't even know he carried a first aid kit with him, the flesh was sore and burning, not to mention that I would need to have a doctor take a better look at it and treat it properly.“It's fine,” I said as I slipped into the car. Mike would drive us to the basement where they carried out their interrogation work. We couldn't hand him over to the authorities yet, not when I don't know who sent him, as I sure as hell wouldn't take him to my home, so Mike's basement was the safest place.Mike drove in silence. My mind ticked with anticipation; it was a good thing the bullet hit my left hand; I was right-handed, and I could beat the living
Thane's pov.“I almost killed him, Love,” I whispered, gently playing with Andera's hair. The bedside clock showed it was nine P.M. She curled next to me, her head nested on my shoulder and the blanket covering us. Intimacy with Andera was what we both needed to let go of the tension. Her soft body plastered to mine, her shallow breaths and sweet moans, that silent scream she always does before she órgasms. It wouldn't be wrong to say it's therapeutic.She looked at me with those hazel eyes. Eyes I wanted to see every morning when I wake up, and every night before I go to bed. “I almost killed him when I stopped beating him; a part of me was disgusted, but a bigger part of me wanted to finish what I started.”I recounted the entire incident to Andera. Leaving out the nefarious words Petro said about her. She rubbed my arm with her hand.“I wouldn't fault you for it. He killed Melissa. Once we can get evidence of that, we'll let the justice system finish him off”Andera was still di
Thanes pov.I wasn't use to a bodyguards presence around, but it was necessary. As Atlas talked, my eyes kept drifting to the scar on his face. There must be a nasty history to it; whatever it was, I'm certain I was better off not knowing. We were In my home office while Andera and the kids were downstairs watching cartoons. “Mike says he won't speak. Apparently, Petro is used to this kind of interrogation. Like he has been through this before.” Atlas says. “How about we offer him something he wants? I suggested “There has to be a way to make him speak. I could pay him double, even triple of what his current boss pays him.”Atlas stood straighter. “I don't think his loyalties lie with money. He holds his boss in high esteem.”A long sigh escaped my lips, I needed to find who was after me and my family. I had a long list of suspects-Business rivals, competitors, some members of my board I don't trust. The headache that had been rising all day began to throb.“Tell Mike to keep workin
Thane's pov. I sat in stunned silence, my gaze locked with Imogen. Marcus Archer. It now made sense; he was after me because I sent him to jail, and he was also threatening Andera because she opted out of his evil plans to frame me up.“When did this happen?” I asked Imogen, drumming my fingers on my desk. “A few weeks ago,” she said. “Thane, I've been hearing some rumors that Marcus is plotting something against you, the CEO of Renihardt's infrastructures.”Imogen sighed. Her eyes softened as she spoke to me. “Thane, I know we may not see eye to eye on everything but you're still my brother, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Please, do whatever it takes to avoid Marcus. He's...insane.”The headache that had been there all day morphed into a migraine. I rubbed my temples, trying to steady my train of thought. Marcus's last words to me from when he was being arrested replayed in my head like a broken record. ‘I will make you suffer you bàstard. I will kill you,’I had
Andera's pov.His familiar scent wrapped around me like a warm hug first, before strong hands fell on my shoulders. I turned on the couch to face him, my drowsiness washing away.“You're here Daddy.” Tiffany cheered excitedly.“Yes, sweetheart.” He managed a smile. I could see the tension lining his muscles and the way his brows were drawn together.“You're just in time for the best part, Daddy,” Timmy said with a big smile on his face as his eyes shifted back to the TV. I was too focused on Thane to see what the cartoon character did that had Tim and Tiffy laughing loudly.“Come sit with me.” I patted the spot next to me on the couch. “Thank goodness I didn't miss the fun parts,” Thane said as he sat next to meI took his hand in mine. Thane looked at me and gave me a heart-melting smile. My insides turned to mush. We returned our attention to the TV, watching cartoons with our kids.As evening rolled in, Becky called us for dinner. She had made pasta and meatballs, I stole glances
Thane's pov.Paul pushed his glasses down the bridge of his nose for what could be the hundredth time. “Stop fidgeting, Paul,” I said with my eyes fixed on my phone. His anxiety was getting on my nerves. What is it about Marcus that had everyone uncomfortable about him? Imogen thought he was somewhat insane; Paul thinks he's a psychopath, but in reality, he's just a troublesome, embittered man I badly want to pour acid on and end his misery of a life.“He should have been here ten minutes ago,” Paul said; he managed to steel his face in a tight expression, but I could see the anxiety brewing behind his glasses.“I expected he'd show up later than the appointed time.” If there was one thing about embittered, vengeful people, it was that they always wanted to prove they had the upper hand, even when they didn't.I checked my phone again for any message from Andera. There were five bodyguards at home, but that didn't stop my worry over her and our kids from cresting up. Paul's phone b
Andera's pov. I gently lifted Thane's hand away from my midriff. One,Two,Three,The seconds ticked in my head and when I got to ten, I pulled the comforter away as gently as I could so as not to rouse him. Although it was still four in the morning and he was deep in sleep, I didn't want to take my chances. I held my breath while gingerly slipping away from our room, only when I entered the hallway did I heave out a sigh of relief. By the time I reached the kitchen, I was a buzz of excitement. I know Thane didn't celebrate this day, but it was a milestone for him. I wanted to make it special in whichever way I could.He tries to hide it, but I can see the tension and stiffness every time he comes back from the office, and it worries me. With the last threat I got during our picnic to the garden unsolved and his meticulous planning for our trip to the Madviles three days from now, which, in his words, is the ‘vacation of the year’, he had a lot on his mind.I stretched my limbs, r
Andera's PovThane stared at me with those eyes, eyes full of apology, pain, and a kind of helplessness that pierced deeper than a blade could. His hands trembled around the gun like it weighed a thousand pounds.“Andera.” my name left his lips in a soft whisper, I let his voice wrap around me; this would be the last time I hear him say my name like that. My heart didn't believe it-she refused to accept it.Behind him, Imogen smirked, She was enjoying seeing Thane break. All I could do was watch the man I love reduced to this, to choose between my life or our children.A tear slid down his face, and my heart tightened more, it was difficult to breathe.I gave him a bittersweet smile, “It’s okay,”My lips trembled when Thane shook his head. There was no way out of this. Either I die, or both my children die. “It's okay,” I whispered again.But it wasn’t. God, it wasn’t.So this is how my life ends? I was never going to walk down our garden aisle with my biological father, I was neve
Thane's pov.My emotions skidded to a halt. “Imogen”Her name left my mouth in a whisper. The one behind the threats is my sister? My blood?“It can't be” The word scrapped against my throat, barely louder than a breath.Imogen stepped out of the shadow and in front of Andera. Outside, the clouds shifted casting the moonlight on her bored expression.I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out but a sound that was half denial, half despair.“It's not possible.” I shook my head, I refused to believe that my sister would do this to me “Tell me someone put you up to this, Imogen.”She scoffed, folding her arm across her chest. “You seem surprised Thane. Did you not see this coming?” “What?! You're family, Imogen. You are my sister. How?” She laughed, a sound that was full-on vicious with zero mirth “How come everyone thinks you're so smart when in reality, you're stupid and foolish.”Imogen flickered her lighter again and then extinguished the flame with her fingers.My eyes dart
Thane’s Pov11: 48 pmI stared at my watch, my eyes burning from the effort not to blink. I tapped my finger impatiently against the dashboard, Two more minutes till midnight.I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t breathe properly. Knowing that Andera, Timmy, and Tiffany were in there sliced through me like a blade Nine hours.Nine goddamn hours since that text turned my world inside out.Come on, come on, come onMidnight.I shoved out of my car and sprinted towards the half-finished construction site, every muscle in my body screaming at me to go faster.All I wanted was to bring in the whole goddamn Seattle Police Department, storm into this building, tear it apart with my bare hands if I had to, and save my family,But one wrong move...All it would take is a wrong move, and this fúcker could kill them.The thought hit me so hard I nearly dry-heaved. Knots twisted in my stomach; I couldn’t even bear to picture it in my mind.I couldn’t lose them.I wouldn’t.The last nine hours have b
Andera's Pov The first thing I felt was the cold.My eyelids were heavy; it was an effort to open them; even when I did, I couldn't see past the darkness that wrapped me like a dark curtain. My head throbbed, heavy like lead. The harsh cold hit me again, racking my body with shivers.Reality hit my hazy mind like a brutal wave.The accident and kidnap.My kids.“Timmy! Tiffany!” I screamed past the burning parchedness in my throat. My voice echoed off the walls, bouncing back to me.“Atlas! Timmy!! Tiffan..”A cough so violent wrenched free from me, squeezing my organs, clogging my throat.Water, I needed water.I coughed again, and blood spluttered to my thighs; the dull ache in the side of my head returned, but it wasn't bleeding anymore; the wound must have coated.I reached out to touch it, but my hand didn't move; I tried again, but nothing; it was then I regained consciousness of my body enough to know I was tied down to a chair, my ankles were bound, and my hands tied behind m
Thane's Pov. The meeting dragged longer than it should have. Much to my Asian client's disdain, I kept glancing at my watch, thinking of Andera, Timmy, and Tiffany at the bakery and all the family time I was missing out on. Thankfully, the wedding was a stone's throw away, after which we'd go on our honeymoon - the twins included, to a place far removed, deep in the mountains. I heaved out a sigh of relief when we rounded things up. Something had been gnawing at me the entire meeting. I brushed it off as the feeling of missing out, but now that the meeting is over, I realize it's because Atlas didn't check in with me. He was supposed to give me information once they reached the bakery, and departed too. Andrea had also said she'd call me on her way back. I haven't received her call, and she should have been back by now. I called once. No answer. Twice. Nothing. By the third ring, my gut twisted sharply. I stood from my chair when the call ended and reached out to Paul “Postpon
Andera's povI could hear the blood pounding in my ears. My pulse spiked, I drew the twins closer to me.“Mommy is something wrong?” Timmy asked with a trembling voice.Atlas drew out his gun, Tiffany let out a piercing scream, Timmy burrowed into my side, his fists clutching my shirt.“Stay down.” Atlas's voice carried a note of urgency I had not heard before. My throat dried as I pulled the kids down with me to the floor of the car. “At..Atlas. Wh..what's going on?” I couldn't hear myself over the erratic beating of my heart. Oh God! What could be happening? My body trembled with fear. I reached into my purse with shaky fingers to call for help. Somehow, over the loud thumping in my chest and the shakiness of my body, I heard the sound of metal clashing against metal behind us, of tires screeching, and a loud bang.My hand flew to my mouth to stifle my horrified scream; the car behind us had just been hit.Tiffany burst into tears, and Timmy joined immediately. “Mommy”I hushed t
Andera's Pov.Tiffany tugged on her daddy's pants, giving him those cute hazel eyes both of us found hard to say No to. “Please, Daddy, please. Pretty pleaseeee”I bit back a grin when Timmy joined, grabbing the other leg. “Please, Daddy.”They were both using their child charm on him, and it was working. Thane ran a hand over his face like a defeated man. His eyes ping-ponged between the two rascals, weaponizing their asset of cuteness. There was love in his eyes, bright and unwavering, but there was also guilt, the kind only a parent would have when forced to choose duty over time with their family.“Help me.” Thane mouthed in my direction. I cleared my throat, stepping in. “Timmy and Tiffany Reinhardt, come here.”Timmy pouted, folded his arms, and stomped his foot over to my side; Tiffany held on though, sheathing her biggest weapon-big puppy hazel eyes. Thane's throat bobbed, he hated saying no to the twins. While Timmy was more understanding, Tiffany would likely throw a fit
Andera's pov. I stopped by Becky's to see how they were doing; thankfully, Jeremy is walking now with the aid of crutches; they both promised to be in attendance for the wedding. It's two more weeks to forever! I grinned and stopped at the red light. Thane and I were putting the finishing touches on our preparations. The kids and I have been so giddy ever since. I know Thane Is equally excited; he's not just bouncy like me, Timmy, and Tiffany. Explaining our remarriage to the kids had been quite a task; they kept sprouting question upon question, but they were later distracted with the promise of cakes, partying, and participating in the wedding. I drive home on autopilot. The gates opened as I pulled up in the garage; I caught sight of Thane waiting on the terrace. “Welcome back,” Thane says with a soft smile as I join him. He's wearing a crisp white shirt folded at the wrist and pants that hugged him. It was unfair how he looked insanely handsome in his casual wear. One
Andera's pov. Today was for the girls—just me, Rosa, and Tiffany.Timmy pouted as we left the house, arms crossed and lips pushed out dramatically. “Why do the girls get all the fun?” he asked, for the third time. I ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. “You’re going to get your tuxedo tested with Daddy, and he also promised you ice cream afterward. That's pretty fun too.”He nodded, his pout loosening at the mention of ice cream. I watched as Father and Son dressed up to go to the tailor. My heart doing the happy dance somersault of someone in love. With the wedding just four weeks away, our preparations have kicked into full gear, We arrived at one of Seattle's most exclusive bridal houses. The boutique was known for Its elegance and custom gowns. It smelled like soft roses and expensive fabrics when we stepped in. The bright lighting poured from the crystal-like chandeliers to the rows of dresses that looked like art.“Woah.” Tiffany's mouth flew open in awe “Mommy, it lo