Damon's mind was cluttered. All Banks wanted was to live his life. Not the life he could have, but the life he wanted to have.Damon approached Arabella. He still felt he was too dirty to touch her, so he just got close enough to smell her perfume. He wished he could have that woman forever, but he knew that wasn't an option, not for him."I promise by all that I am, Little Angel. When things go wrong, you won't be with me. I will be the only one to pay for the secrets I've chosen to keep," Damon wished he wasn't so rooted in that feeling. He wished he could simply shut it off, as he had done before. He wanted to extinguish the flame in his heart, but he could not. It was too late not to feel, even though it was too dangerous to feel."When you find out who I really am, I hope you've forgotten my name," the man could not resist. He ran his fingers through Arabella's hair, unaware of how intense the touch was for her. Then, Damon hugged her. The woman's back was pressed against his che

Spencer opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a folder. He opened it and took out the top photo from the stack, extending the paper for Arabella to see. It was a printed image of a well-preserved man, in his mid-sixties, well-dressed, accompanied by an elegant woman."I've been investigating this man for years, but his record is cleaner than distilled water. The Banks family is above suspicion," he continued."So why keep investigating?" Arabella questioned."My intuition never fails. I know something is wrong. But the CIA never wanted to get involved in the investigation because if we're wrong, this family will be against us," Spencer commented, looking melancholically at the photo."I need to understand better.""I do not want you to be an undercover spy, Arabella. I just want you to... observe Damon. I want you to be my eyes where I can't be," Spencer said."And what if you are wrong?" Arabella questioned, never ruling out the possibility."If I am wrong, then we will fo

Japan was a country known worldwide for its successful lifestyle. The city of Tokyo, in particular, was the country's bustling capital, and combined ultramodern and traditional style, from neon-lit skyscrapers to historic temples.In the back seats of the SUV, Banks and her lawyer did the last work of the day after a meeting. The car slid through the streets of Meguro, the neighborhood where the businessman had an apartment. A beautiful landscape unfolded outside, with cherry blossom trees, but they were too wrapped up in their cell phones to notice.Banks's cell phone began to vibrate with the arrival of a call from his mother, Dorothy."I want Arabella's phone number, or her address" the matriarch said as soon as her son answered.Damon wanted to roll his eyes, but he just sighed. He knew his mother, and he knew that she was strong-willed enough to ignore any words contrary to her wishes. The man thought of the reasons why his mother wanted to contact Arabella, and he did not like t

Damon closed the distance between them, invading Arabella's personal space. She did not react, not at first. He grabbed the woman's arm and quickly turned her against the door.Banks used her body to press Arabella's body against the wood."What are you doing?" she whispered a question.Arabella took a long breath, which only served to carry the man's scent into her lungs, making her fully aware of the closeness between them. In the position she was in, she felt all the male hardness against her back.Damon grabbed Arabella's hands and brought them to the top of her head. He used just one of her hands to press her wrists against the door.The woman had no immediate reaction. "If you do not let go of me, I am going to scream"Damon ran the tip of his nose along the expanse of exposed skin on Arabella's throat. And despite hating her own reaction, she got goosebumps.In turn, the man placed one of his hands on the woman's waist, and then whispered: "Yes, I bet you are going to scream"D

"So, you know that Arabella killed my mother," Mason murmured quietly."Was that what you used to keep her under your control?" Carter turned to face Mason. "Did you make her believe that you had evidence of her committing a crime? A murder?" He raised an eyebrow. "I hacked into your company's system, accessed your computer, and saw these images. I was intrigued, because a good girl like Arabella would never do such a thing. So, I began to dig deeper, to search more thoroughly..." The lawyer approached Mason. "I hacked into the cameras in your house, saw the real footage."Mason swallowed hard."Arabella did not kill Eleonor. Eleonor attacked her, and she fell on her own. But there's something else... Eleonor arrived alive at the hospital," Carter continued, getting closer. "You killed your mother," he whispered."You can't prove that," Mason's voice was barely above a whisper.Carter's hand trembled slightly as he retrieved his cellphone from his pocket. With deliberate movements, he