First of all, thank you very much for supporting this story!! Love and many thanks! Maya is undoubtedly a malicious woman. She will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, even if it means destroying others' families. So, in your opinion, does a man like Louis deserve forgiveness? The latter part of the story will bring you more unexpected twists and turns ;)
The air between us thickened for a moment before my mother broke the silence. “Emily, dear, the whipped cream!”I jumped slightly, forcing a smile as I retrieved the bowl and spooned some over the tarts. “Sorry, Mom. Lost in thought.”We spent the rest of dinner wrapped in the cozy hum of family con
Emily’s POVDinner had been lovely, at least on the surface. My mother’s dining room glowed in the soft amber light of the old chandelier, laughter rolling easily between courses, the smell of roasted herbs and buttery potatoes drifting through the air. It should have been perfect. It was perfect, e
I rubbed a hand over my face and sighed. “You think you’ll find happiness there, Madelin? With him? Playing house on that patch of land?”She met my gaze then, her eyes sharp through the tears. “I’ll find peace. Isn’t that something?”I exhaled slowly, the fight draining out of me. What good would i
Charles’ POVIt was well past eleven when I finally pulled into the long drive of the Augustus mansion, the headlights sweeping across the old stone facade before flicking off. The night air was cool and heavy, smelling faintly of the river and fallen leaves. I loosened my tie and exhaled, the weigh
She laughed, waving the compliment away. “How are you, darling? I heard about Damian’s engagement—what a whirlwind! You must be thrilled.”“I am,” I said softly, stirring my coffee. “Emily’s a wonderful girl. Kind, talented, grounded. Everything Damian needs.”“She must be, to handle that family of
Madelin’s POVI woke late, the room dim and close, the air still heavy with the scent of the perfume I’d sprayed the night before to try and drown out my own fear. The curtains were drawn tight again, and the sunlight that tried to slip between them felt like an intrusion. I sat there for a long tim