Eden was in a meeting with the marketing and brand teams for a large part of her morning, going over the event lineup for the family fun day where Lydia would make her big debut as the company's brand ambassador.
By the time Sarah, the head of marketing, announced a second tea break, Eden's head was swimming with market analysis data—all the boring stuff she had no interest in and would never have known existed if Liam hadn't thrown her in the spotlight and put her in charge of Lydia's account.
She was so drained she could barely move from her chair, so she closed her eyes, hoping to catch a nap while everyone was on a body break.
She was still trying to convince her brain to shut down when Clara came in with a tray of something awful in her hands.Whatever it was, Eden didn't think it tasted as horrible as it smelled. But heavens, the smell—no—the stench was too much for her.
"What is that?" She gagged and wrinkled her nose, surprising the few pe
The office was the same, but the staff was different. The receptionist wasn't the bubbly, chubby pink-haired girl who welcomed Eden to Dr Waylon's office two years ago and made her feel like she was family. This receptionist was haughty, and the longer Eden spoke to her, the more she made her feel she was being a nuisance and irritating the hell out of her. The nurse who took her vitals, a silent, speak-when-spoken to type, was also new. She clucked her tongue and shook her head at Eden's readings and measurements but didn't say anything. She didn't have to. The grim look on her face as she pushed her inside the doctor's room did all the talking. Eden's biggest shock yet came as soon as the door slammed behind her, and she came face to face with the beautiful, dark-haired woman with the sincerest brown eyes she'd ever seen. She looked way too young to be a doctor, but her white coat told Eden she'd better take her seriously. She didn't
6:00 PM. That was the time they were supposed to meet. Liam was there at 4:30 PM, though. Not because he was eager to strike a deal with the devil, but James and his guys wanted to scope out the place for possible threats. Ordinarily, entering the venue after hours would have been a hassle, but as a former motorsport driver, his lifetime pass allowed Liam 24/7 access, and within minutes they were in the VIP lounge. He slipped off his messenger bag, took off his coat and placed both on the coffee table. "Do you need anything, Sir?" James asked as he scanned the room.Most of the general workers had already gone home, and other than the bartender and a few waitstaff, the place was empty. No surprises there. Liam figured if Aleksei planned to off him, he wanted no witnesses. "I'm good, thanks, James," he murmured as he sank into the club chair and pulled out his laptop from the bag to get some work done. By 4:55 PM, his hea
There are moments in our lives—crossroad moments—that change everything through the convergence of destiny and choice. Moments when one must decide to proceed in the same direction or change course. Liam getting shot wasn't that moment. But, the seventy-two hours before the shooting—at the charity benefit when Aleksei handed Eden the ring box—now, that was a crossroad moment, the converging point when their fate collided with their decisions. The minute she looked inside and saw the bullet, she knew she'd opened Pandora's box and released all the misery and evil into their lives, and Liam's feud with the Ivanovs would only end in grief and bloodshed. Now, as Jace and Aaron raced her to the Medi Clinic in Glen Eagles, where Liam was taken by an emergency services helicopter, Eden was well aware she'd been presented with another crossroad moment—she could either curl up and die from despair or hope and pray that the God she hadn't talked to in years miraculously comes through for her
Lois grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. "Eden!" "Listen to me!" Clarke added in a gentler tone. "Liam is going to be okay. The surgery was a success. I told you he's a stubborn oaf. He'll be okay." It took her frazzled brain a second or two to register his words, and once they'd sunk in, Eden couldn't contain her tears. She broke down and howled, her anguish and fears and heartache flowing out of her, leaving her empty and drained. "I thought—I thought—You were crying so much, I thought—" She stammered, unable to say the unthinkable. "I was crying so much because I'm so relieved. My baby is going to be fine," Lois said as she looked through her bag for tissues. When she couldn't find any, she snapped her fingers at the brothers to hand over one of their handkerchiefs. Julian did the honours, and Eden dabbed her eyes and threw Brenda's rosary around her neck. "He's still heavily sedated, and they're moving him to the ICU so they can monitor him closely over the next day or
The ride back to the penthouse was very different from their trip to the hospital earlier. Both Jace and Aaron were now chatting away quietly in the front while the DJ on Jacaranda FM kept them all awake with back to back hits from the 80s or maybe 90s. "You must be so relieved, Ma'am," Aaron said and lowered the volume even more. "It's Eden, Aaron. I'll have to call you, Sir, if you insist on this 'ma'am' business. And yes, I'm very relieved." "That's good," Jace nodded, his head brushing lightly on the headrest, "You can sleep easily tonight." "That's the plan," she agreed. But she didn't sleep easy. In fact, she didn't sleep at all. She was restless half the night, and after checking on Aiden for the umpteenth time, she dug through the laundry hamper and pulled out one of Liam's used shirts, she missed him something awful tonight, and she needed his scent all around her. With nothing to do and all this time on her hands, Ede
The day after his surgery, Liam regained consciousness but very briefly, though. And after a few hours of intense observation, his doctors' felt comfortable enough to move him to a private room in the recovery unit, where he continued to be monitored closely. But for days after, it was touch and go as he lingered at death's door, slipping in and out of consciousness regularly. And for days, Eden stayed with him and prayed feverishly for his recovery as she kept vigil by his bedside, returning home only to shower, snatch a few hours of sleep and spend time with Aiden. When she was too tired to go home, Brenda would bring her son in for a few minutes during visiting hours to see his father, and they would sit on the bed and read The Boy Who Chased The Moon over and over to him. Every time Aiden had to return home without her, he'd kick up a fuss and scream for his 'Dad', breaking Eden's heart a little more. She was torn. On the one hand,
Whoever said the wheels of justice turn slowly clearly hadn't met Clarke Anderson. In the days following his only son's shooting, together with his security team, he fought like a gladiator to bring Aleksei to book. But since half, the police force was on the Ivanovs' payroll, and without actual proof and witnesses, getting the one half of the Russian mob behind bars proved to be a difficult feat. Finding the gun that almost ended his son's life was a bit of a stretch; Clarke was well aware of that. However, he did try to locate the waitstaff and bartender present at the time of the shooting. Other than James and his team, they were the only other witnesses. But, like most people where the mob is concerned, they all refused to talk, insisting they knew nothing and saw nothing on the day of the incident. Clarke's only hope was gaining access to the security footage, and if it wasn't for Liam's history with the racetrack company, he would have hit anoth
While Eden planned her grand proposal and made plans for their future across town, Liam arose from his limbo at last and struggled to open his eyes. For a terrifying second or two, he thought he was dead or blind or both, and he panicked, his heart racing out of control when he moved his head side to side, and he still couldn't see jack shit. "Calm down," he told himself. "This is all a bad dream. Just a bad dream. You're not blind." "What if you are?" A niggling voice whispered somewhere inside his head.The thought was enough to make him want to weep. "No!" He groaned as he brought his hands to his eyes. He'd pry his eyelids open if he has to. But the fire burning at his side warned him not to try anything stupid.He pressed his head firmly on the pillow and stayed still, forcing himself to calm his tits as he took a long deep breath. He held it in and released it slowly while he counted to five— a technique Linda had taught him ba