Chris’s POVAunt Maze’s admission left me speechless, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. So it was Mr. Kingston who had made the decision to accept me into the family and not her? “I…I don’t know what to say,” I murmured, feeling some confusion and betrayal gnawing at my insides. I glanced at the coffee that sat on the table in front of me. I picked it up and took a sip in an attempt to stop the tornado of emotions that had awakened in me. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Chris. I know it sounds awful. But you have to understand that I was looking out for us.”I set the cup of coffee down, it was bitter to the taste, but I did not mind, I needed something strong anyway. “Of course, I understand.” And yeah, I did, but that did not mean that I was not hurt. “As I was saying,” My aunt continued. “Our father had asked us to make the decision, I had said no and my brother said yes. But of course, I was the woman and he was the man, so his o

Linda’s POVIt was early in the morning, maybe around five-thirty. So yeah, it was really early. I rolled out of bed to my alarm ringing. I had taken into my new routine, jogging by six. I would do some stretches, grab my water bottle, eat a breakfast bar, and do a few things before leaving. I took my phone as I headed to the bathroom, the light in the room was still off but my eyes were already adjusted to the dark so I had nothing to worry about. Checking the notifications on my screen, I happened to see one that caught my attention. And the one that had caught it was a notification from my banking app that a million dollars had been withdrawn. “What the f*ck?” I asked under my breath, rubbing my eyes to make sure that I was seeing this right. A million dollars? This had to be Chris, it had to be. But why would he withdraw that kind of money without talking to me first? We had discussed and come to an understanding about tour finances, hence the joint bank account. I double-che

Linda’s POVI was standing there, looking at him. What was I going to tell him? How was I going to explain this?And the thing was, I had to explain it, I could not lie, he already had the folder. My best guess was that he had gone through its content too.“It’s complicated,” I began, adjusting the towel around my body. I did not mind that he was in here while I was almost naked, with only a towel.I did not care, and neither did he. That was how we had grown up. “Complicated how? Linda, do we need to call the police?” He stood to his feet, closing the folder and holding it in his hand.My eyes lingered on it for a few seconds before I looked at him. “Okay, I will explain. But no police. And you have to give me time to get dressed.”He squinted his eyes a bit while he stared at me. After a few seconds, he nodded. “Okay, but the folder comes with me.”“Ben…”“It’s not up for negotiation,” He replied as he walked towards the door, unlocking it and then stepping outside. I sighed and t

Linda’s POVI could not help but chuckle a bit. I was grateful for our mother, she was sweet and very humble. Despite the fact that she was the wife of a rich and successful businessman, she was not prideful in the least. “Let’s hurry up and wrap this up before Mom gets suspicious, you know how she gets,” Ben advised, standing to his feet and placing his phone back into his pocket. “So, um…as I was saying, we need to find out who took the picture. From what it looks like, I don’t think it was zoomed.” The thought of someone standing right outside of the glass door that led to my balcony, watching me, sent a chill down my spine. The thought of calling the police and letting them handle this was tempting but I did not want to make this even worse than it already was. At least if I knew who was behind it, then I could involve the authorities, and even Fallon, because she worked with the FBI also. “That’s sick,” Ben murmured. “I’m so sorry,” He tried to comfort me, but I shrugged it o

Linda’s POVThe building was one of those modern and fancy ones. It was very nice and when we walked into the lobby, we noticed how minimalistic it was.We headed towards the front desk, the air feeling colder due to the ACs blasting cold air everywhere. “Hi, how may I help you?” The lady behind the desk asked. She had curly hair and honey-colored eyes. “Um, my name is Ben Wells, and this is my sister.” My brother gestured towards me to speak. I flashed the lady a warm smile and then said, “My name is Linda Wells Kingston.” Her eyes perked up a bit at the mention of my last name. “You’re a Kingston?” She asked. My brows furrowed a bit and I nodded as a shaky smile danced on my lips. “Is something wrong?”“Oh, no.” She was quick to respond. “I was just a bit…impressed that you have that last name, considering they’re one of the richest and most influential families in the world.” She chuckled. I forced a smile, my brain reminding me about how terrible that family was. My heartbea