LOGINDear Amazing Readers, Wow… what a journey these past months have been! From the laughter, the drama, the heart-pounding moments, and all the twists and turns, I couldn’t have asked for a better group of readers to share it with.Your support and your excitement have made this experience unforgettable. Truly, every comment, like, and review, and gifts has meant the world to me, and I can’t thank you enough for walking this story with me. And now… I have some exciting news! Just like Sarah already announced, I have two stories I'm working on but can't decide which to settle for. 1. The Sicilian Obsession — we already know a thing or two about this book (even if it's just Luca's nine inches... Hahaha... kidding, I'm very pure at heart). I felt you'd love to see why Detroit was after the author (giggles). 2. See You No More, Alpha — a Luna with a toothless pup as her wolf. Even the oracle said her wolf would die, she'd amount to nothing, yet the pack can't do without her... Without
Three years later… “And the award for Best Emerging Enterprise of the Year goes to Adele Group.”The applause erupted in the hall.Adele rose slowly from her seat, one hand instinctively cradling her protruding stomach, which her shimmered ball gown did near to nothing to conceal. Detroit rose with her, supporting his heavily pregnant wife toward the stage. The man wore nothing but pride and tenderness. Proud that his wife has won an award for the third year consecutively. In the first year, she won the Startup Award. Second year, she won the Innovator of the Year. And now, this. Soon enough, she'd become his strongest competitor for the best CEO award. The thought alone was exhilarating. On the stage, he stepped aside for his wife to accept the award, say a few things and then helped her back to her seat. “We're not getting pregnant after this,” Detroit promised. He could see the discomfort she was in. This pregnancy was worse than the previous one. “Tell that to your eight i
Adele~“Was it you who allowed Ethan into the house?”I was lying against my husband’s chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing the only thing grounding me after the emotional storm of the day. The room was quiet, dimly lit, smelling faintly of his cologne and the night breeze drifting in through the balcony doors.He didn’t answer immediately.One of his hands moved slowly along my back, palm warm, possessive, comforting. “Yes,” he finally said.I lifted my head slightly, resting my chin on his chest so I could look at him. His face was calm, unreadable, eyes dark and steady as always.“You two needed closure,” he said, kissing my head. I inhaled slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?”I could have at least prepared something for him. Maybe a last real meal. “Because you would have said no.”“That’s not true.” I argued. He raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. “You would have said no with your mouth and suffered with your heart. I chose the
Adele~I watched him calmly. I'd be lying if I said I felt absolutely nothing for this boy. How could I not feel anything for a child I breastfed? A child I nursed? A child I loved and cared for? I admitted there were times I hated him and wanted him to learn a lesson. But right now, the child shivering in front of me wasn't the one I hated, but the one I raised with love and everything a mother had to give. “You're apologizing now because…?” I finally asked, my voice even, restrained to the point of coldness.Ethan flinched as if I’d struck him.“B–because I was wrong,” he said quickly, words tumbling over each other. “Because I hurt you. Because I believed lies and I said horrible things and I—” His voice cracked. “I know sorry doesn’t fix anything. I know I don’t deserve forgiveness.”Silver scoffed softly in front of me, arms crossed like iron bars. “Wow. Look at that, blaming others for your unintelligence.”I coughed into my fist. Silver was giving him no space to breathe a
Ryan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, fear roaming his face. His wrists ached inside the cold metal cuffs as he was shoved forward again. He staggered through the walkway between two barbed fences, which demarcated the prison yard from the safe zone. By the gate, Ryan's handcuffs were removed. The same man advised. “Its better to die early. As a man, a long life here means more torture for you.” He added, “But if you don't want to die yet, avoid anything standing in Death Prison.” With that, the small gate opened with a crack and Ryan was pushed in. Inside, the yard stretched wide and barren, cracked concrete littered with rusted workout equipment, broken benches, and stains no one bothered to wash away. Men of different sizes scattered across the yard – bulky, lean, scarred, hollow-eyed. Some watched with bored indifference. Others stared with open hunger. However, seeing it wasn't a woman, their faces contorted. “A fucking son of a bitch?!” “Where are the pussies?
“Mother…” Mrs. Lorraine West’s voice grew a little hoarse, as if she was about to cry. Silver walked closer to Adele, touching her own pixie cut with pride. “Grandma said if you're going to be bald, then we should all be bald too.” “Come on…” Adele finally broke. Tears of joy streamed down her face. “The Wests are ridiculous,” she laughed through her sobs. “Absolutely ridiculous.” Silver climbed onto the bed carefully and hugged her side. As for Detroit, he stood up to give them space. Seeing Lorraine watching them with subtle longing in her eyes, Adele opened her arms. “Aren't you going to give your daughter-in-law a hug for surviving a life and death situation, Mother-in-law?” she pouted. Mrs. Lorraine froze. Adele had never called her that unless it was to mock her. Nor has she hugged her before. She hesitated for a moment before stalking forward, as if she was unsure this was real. The feel of an affectionate hug, she couldn't remember it. And she didn't realize







