Chapter: Chapter 87: Family Business- DEXTERIn the Lambert estate dining hall.I was sitting back in a high-backed mahogany chair, my black leather boots stretched out under the table, casually picking at a piece of dry bread. Across the white tablecloth, my stepmother Edith was staring at me as if I had just dragged a dead rodent into her pristine dining room.Next to her sat my father, Lord Trevor Lambert, wearing his formal high council vest and reading through a stack of regional trade ledgers like I didn't even exist."Look at you, Dexter," Edith snapped, her sharp voice slicing through the clinking of silver forks. "It’s barely ten in the morning, and you look like you’ve been sleeping in an alley. You couldn't even put on a decent suit before coming to see your father?""I was busy, Edith," I said smoothly, taking a slow bite of bread and leaning my elbow on the armrest. "Some of us actually have work to do before noon.""Work?" Edith let out a shrill, hysterical scoff, dropping her silk napkin onto her plate.
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Chapter: Chapter 86: Gossip Over Coffee- WILLOWSunlight was cutting right through the sheer curtains when I woke up. The other side of the king-sized bed was completely cold, leaving only a messy bed sheet.I rolled over, rubbing my eyes, and stared at the empty pillow. The big black t-shirt I was wearing smelled like coffee and rain, but Dexter was nowhere in sight. No heavy boots by the door, no annoying sarcastic voice telling me to hurry up. Just dead silence.I pulled my hair back into a messy claw clip, slipped on a pair of black leggings and my sneakers, and walked down the long glass hallway into the main foyer.Marcus was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows near the front entrance, tapping away on a small tactical tablet while checking his comms earpiece."Morning, Marcus," I said, walking into the open kitchen island and popping a piece of sliced bread into the toaster. "Where did the Commander run off to at the crack of dawn?"Marcus lowered his tablet, turning around with a polite, stoic nod. "Morning, ma
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Chapter: Chapter 85: The Fire Ahead- WILLOWAn older, imposing man walked smoothly into the house, pulling off his black leather driving gloves. He was tall, with sharp graying hair, well-built frame, and a cold, ruthless posture that matched Dexter's perfectly. He wore a heavy wool coat with silver elder crests pinned to his collar.Dexter's dad, Lord Lambert."You're getting sloppy, Dexter," Lord Lambert said, his deep, booming voice echoing off the high concrete walls. "It took my men ten minutes to clear your perimeter team."Dexter stood in the center of the entry hall, his feet planted wide, his hands shoved casually into his coat pockets. He looked up at his father with cold indifference."You broke my front gate, Dad," Dexter said softly, a dangerous, mocking smirk touching his lips. "That's gonna cost you a lot of gold pieces to fix.""Don't play games with me, boy," Lord Lambert snapped, stepping closer and dropping his gloves onto the foyer table with a loud thud. "You missed three high council briefings thi
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Chapter: Chapter 84: Midnight Interruption- WILLOWThe fireplace had burned down to glowing red embers, throwing warm, flickering shadows across the leather couch in the living room.I was pressed flat against the dark cushions, my hands tangled tight in Dexter’s damp hair while he moved over me with a heavy, unhurried rhythm. Sweat slicked our skin, the hot, heavy scent of wine and rain filling the quiet space between us. Every sharp thrust drove a breathless, helpless whimper out of my throat, sending waves of pure electricity straight down my spine."Dex... please," I gasped, my hips rising instinctively to meet his, my head tossing back against the armrest."I've got you, Princess," he growled against my ear, his rough, warm palm sliding under my thigh to hook it high over his hip, driving deeper until my eyes fluttered shut. "Look at me. Stay right here with me.""I can't... I'm going to... aargh!""Do it," Dexter rasped, his thumb pressing firmly against my pulse point as he picked up the pace, his chest pounding hard
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Chapter: Chapter 83: Rising Heat- WILLOWI leaned my head against the dark window in the back of the armored SUV, watching the neon city lights of Luidel fade into the thick, mist-covered pine trees of the western ridge. Behind the wheel, Marcus was driving silently, while Dexter sat right next to me, his long legs stretched out, casually tossing an unlit cigarette from hand to hand."Are you gonna tell me where we're going, or do I need to jump out at the next red light?" I asked, looking over at him.Dexter gave me a low, lazy chuckle, catching the cigarette between his fingers. "Relax, Willow. We're crossing the Wraithmoor line. My private estate is twenty minutes up the pass.""Your estate," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Not a guard barracks? Not a tool shed with three rusty wrenches?""Hey, the tool shed had character," Dexter smirked, turning his dark eyes toward me in the dim interior light. "But no. You've been cooped up in Noah's high-rise for a month playing quiet clerk. You need a break, real food, an
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Chapter: Chapter 82: Morning After- WILLOWThe morning sun was hitting the glass kitchen counter when I set two mugs of black coffee down.The broken balcony door was covered with a heavy plastic tarp for now, and the air smelled faintly of shattered glass and old coffee grounds. I was wearing a loose hoodie that swallowed my hands, leaning against the counter while I stared across the kitchen at Dexter.He was sitting on a high stool, completely relaxed, casually tossing an orange in the air and catching it. He didn't wear any tactical vest or maintenance disguise. Just a simple black T-shirt and those dark eyes watching me like I was the only interesting thing in the room."Alright, Commander," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and raising an eyebrow. "You've got about five minutes before Noah walks through that door and starts yelling about his broken glass. Talk."Dexter caught the orange, set it down on the counter, and gave me a lazy, lopsided grin. "Talk about what, Princess?""Don't coax me, Dex," I snap
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Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush
"Let's get a divorce," I said firmly.
"Don't you dare," he said, his teeth literally grinding together. "Listen to me. As long as you are bound to me in this marriage, I have the final say. Only I get to decide when and if we end this. You don't just walk out and call the shots, Sierra. Not with me."
One life-saving secret. Two sisters and a man. A marriage built on a lie.
My feelings for Desmond Zimmerman started when we were kids and never really faded. But he gave his heart to my younger sister, Vivian, believing she was his savior.
Then came the accident that paralyzed Vivian, and the world decided I was the monster who caused it.
When Vivian vanished on their wedding day, Desmond didn't seek justice; he sought a substitute. He forced me into a marriage of convenience in bitter vows.
Now, Vivian is back, walking perfectly and demanding her place at Desmond's side. She wants my husband, my home, and my total ruin.
I filed for a divorce and walked out with nothing but a secret life growing inside me and the truth he was too blind to see. My escape led me deep into a dark underworld realm that shook my sanity, a place where names are traded, and shadows have teeth.
How will Desmond react when he realizes he spent three years living with the woman who actually kept him alive? Can a man who treated his wife like a "substitute" ever truly be forgiven?
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Chapter: Chapter 194: The Sunset on Harrison (Finale)- SIERRAThe floorboards in the new place still had that fresh, sawn-pine bite to them, but the kitchen already smelled right. It smelled like the dark roast coffee Desmond kept buying in industrial-sized bags from the wholesale lot down by the shipping canal, mixed with the sweet, powdery scent of baby spit-up that seemed to permanently attach itself to every piece of clothing I owned now.I leaned my shoulder against the door frame of the nursery, hooking a damp dish towel through my fingers. The sun was radiating that long, slow summer drop over Harrison Avenue, bleeding this heavy, orange light right across the hardwood floor.Desmond didn't see me standing there. He had his back turned, his massive frame completely devouring the space next to the window. He’d ditched his work shirt about an hour ago, and he was just in a beat-up grey sleeveless top, his heavy, scarred shoulders looking absurdly huge against the pale blue paint of the walls. He was doing the bounce. That rhythmic
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Chapter: Chapter 193: Family Get-together- SIERRAFor twenty-five years, my mother had lived in places that smelled cheap, so walking through the front door of that cozy cottage that just smelled like a home felt like a massive corporate victory.We bought the place three weeks ago, the day the first major retail distribution check from the Aurora line cleared our new commercial account. It wasn't a mansion. God knows we’d had enough of high-society fortresses. Just a low, sunlit brick-and-timber spot tucked into the quiet woods outside Lincoln. It had these huge floor-to-ceiling windows that let the afternoon light pour straight across the hardwood, a kitchen that actually had room for three people to fight over the coffee maker, and a massive wraparound porch.Grandpa Lorenzo was currently occupying a wicker rocking chair on that porch, his old wool cap pulled low over his eyes, his heavy work boots resting right on the railing. He had a half-empty bottle of Narragansett balanced on his knee, his eyes fixed on the treeli
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Chapter: Chapter 192: Expanding the Empire- SIERRADesmond just signed the resignation papers and tossed the heavy Montblanc pen onto the kitchen island. It hit a plastic bottle of baby lotion with a soft clink."There," he muttered, stretching his arms over his head until his fingers scraped the wooden table. "It's done. I'm officially unemployed. You’re looking at a guy with zero corporate responsibilities and a completely clear calendar."I didn't even look up from the spreadsheet I was highlighting. "Unemployed? Desmond, you just handed a multi-billion-dollar Baltic shipping conglomerate over to a blind trust. You didn’t quit a shift at the car wash.""Same difference," he grunted, walking over to the fridge and pulling out the orange juice carton, drinking straight from the spout until I cleared my throat loudly. He stopped, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave me a lazy, lopsided grin. "Look, the New York headquarters has a new CEO now. Some guy named Donovan who wears tiny little round glasses and looks
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Chapter: Chapter 191: The Morning After the War- SIERRAMy phone had been face-down on the kitchen table since six in the morning, vibrating so hard against the wood it sounded like a dying wasp. Every three seconds, the screen would light up with a new push notification from the Wall Street Journal or the local news desks.GALBRAITH TRUST RECOVERY FUND LIQUIDATED. WELLINGTON SHIPPING HALTS THEIR FULL OPERATIONS. VIVIAN WELLINGTON HELD WITHOUT BAIL IN MANHATTAN.I didn’t touch it. I just sat there in one of Desmond’s oversized flannel shirts, my bare feet tucked up under my thighs on the wooden chair, watching the steam rise from a mug of tea I’d forgotten to drink twenty minutes ago.The Somerville house was completely, beautifully quiet. The freezing rain from last night had cleared up, leaving the morning sky that bright, painful Boston blue that makes everything look like it’s been scrubbed with bleach. Adrian was passed out in the bassinet near the radiator, his tiny fists tucked right up against his cheeks under his lucky gr
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Chapter: Chapter 190: The Cleanup Crew- SIERRAThe door didn’t even have time to settle on its broken hinges before the room filled with the kind of noise that makes our ears ring for an hour. Boston PD uniform cops and three of Desmond’s private detail swarmed through the threshold like a dam breaking, their heavy boots tearing up the edges of the fancy hotel rug."Down! Stay down!" someone was yelling, his voice cracking with panic.Vivian didn’t even get a chance to push herself up off the floorboards. One of Marcus’s guys, a massive guy named Big Mike who usually handled the South Boston warehouse docks, dropped his knee straight into the small of her back. The impact made her let out a sharp, pathetic oomph against the carpet. Her hands were yanked behind her torn red silk gown, and the metallic clack-clack of the steel handcuffs locking into place filled the room."Get your hands off me!" Vivian shrieked, her cheek pressed flat against the dusty floor, her eyes rolling back toward the stage lights of the hallway lik
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Chapter: Chapter 189: The Strike of Regret- SIERRAWe made it into the private fourth-floor holding room just in time, and the relief hit me so hard my knees almost gave out. It wasn't the penthouse suite. Nigel had gotten the floors mixed up in the scramble, but Maya had already brought Adrian down here through the freight lift to keep him away from the noise. The room was small, quiet, and tucked away behind the service corridors."He hasn't even stirred, Sierra," Maya whispered, handing the green fleece bundle over to me the second we closed the door. "He had about two ounces of formula and went straight back to sleep.""Thank God," I breathed, scooping him up against my chest. His little warm forehead rested right under my chin as his gentle milk-breath brushed my neck.Desmond didn't waste a second. He checked the window locks, glanced out into the narrow hallway, and turned to Maya. "Take Toby and get down to the garage. Marcus has the Suburban idling by the loading bay. We’re leaving out the back in five minutes.""You
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