Se connecter“I agree with Victor. I mean, look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes. And look,” I say, pointing to the caption. “They’re planning on a Christmas wedding. Why would she announce that, if she’s planning to dump him for Grayson in a few days?. I’m afraid Mr. Bennet might be the one in
I go to the door to let him in.“Victor,” I say cheerfully, “Come in, come in,” I say embracing him and letting him kiss my cheeks.“How is little Xavi doing?”“Oh, you know, the great thing about kids is that they’re so resilient. We’re thinking about having a couple of sessions with a therapist, j
As I stare at them, I know, life doesn’t get much better than this. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to have us all safe under the same roof.The awkward moment came when we had to explain that the doctors hadn’t been able to save Mika. Our sweet boy wept for her as we held him in our arms.He’d loo
We shower together and tenderly make love to each other. Both are just so thankful to be back in each other’s arms. Too excited to sleep, I check the monitor for the hundredth time to confirm Xavi is still there. Satisfied, I turn over to find Sebastian lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
“Right, maintain the status quo.”“Only now, I’m ready to put a fucking hole in Carson’s head. How do I know you didn’t set this whole thing up from the start to paint Carson as the villain? Maybe you want him out the picture so bad, you’re hoping I’ll take him out for you.”Grayson raises his hands
When I’m close enough, Bennet steps forward, extending a hand.“Grayson Bennet.”His handshake is firm, but not crushing like in some juvenile show of power.“Sebastian Petrosky,” I reply and sit in the seat he indicates across the table from him.“So, you attended Princeton,” I say, letting him kno
"What do you want to do?""I'm keeping it," I said without hesitation.Paul's face darkened with anger. "You have to get rid of it," he told me. "I'll pay for everything."Tears streamed down my face. I'd hoped against all hope that this would turn him, make him see that we were meant to be together
The police report lies open on my desk, its contents sprawling like a crime scene itself. The words taunt me, the reality of them sinking their hooks deep into my chest. Just as we suspected, severed brake lines. It wasn't an accident; it was a hit, a cowardly attempt to erase someone from this twis
Before long, Paul got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came back into the bedroom, he started getting dressed. I asked him to stay the night, but he declined, saying he had paperwork to file."When will I see you again?" I asked, sitting up in bed.Paul smiled sadly as he buttoned his
The shocking news about Devon weighed so heavily upon me, that I was forced to heave myself up out of my bed and waddle over to the ensuite bathroom just in time to hurl my guts into the elegant porcelain sink. As I grip the cool sides of it, I stare into the mirror trying to recognize the haggard w







